One of the paler efforts of the late Raymond, whose richly atmospheric, latterday tales of romance and gentle domestic ados have attained considerable popularity here. This concerns the thirty-one-year-old crisis of conscience in the life of Christopher Drew, who, in his twenties, before he became a prosperous playwright, had his first amatory experience with a little London doxy and was thereby responsible for sending an innocent man to prison for her murder. For it was Drew, who, under the capriciously assumed name of ""Kit Marlowe,"" fled from the girl's room before the wrath of her current lover and murderer. A deathbed confession, and a plea from the convicted murderer who hunted him down the years, force Drew to make the choice between protecting his loving family and what's right. It's a fairly simple story stretched thin to novel length but there's that glow of old times and old ways--enough to hold the Raymond audience.