Dorothy Charques writes so well that it is too bad her audience is limited by her rather macabre choice of subjects. Remember The Tramp and his Woman, superb handling of a difficult and somewhat sadistic subject? Now in this story of the abnormal in a situation in an English village, she has once again given evidence of a delicate perception and a sensitiveness to beauty which redeems her story from sordidness, but does not carry it over into the normal field of interpretation of English countryside and country folk. The story ends on a brighter note than its predecessor, but there is much that is unnecessarily unpleasant in the events leading up to it. Limited audience.