This sharply diverges from Tomlinson's accustomed path. There is little of the sea; comparatively little of the exotic abstractions that have marred his books for many. It is a singularly timely book, in spite of the period harking back to the Edwardian era, and carrying through only to Sarajevo, for the way men's minds work and the hushed undercurrent of fear and the apathy away from the center of the whirlpool, all might be today, instead of ""day before yesterday"". The story starts on a faster pace than it sustains; one expects it to turn into a mystery story, but somehow the mystery takes second place, simply serving as a factor which gave Clem Venner his start in journalism. His experiences take him into the center of England's labor unrest, into the suffrage problems, into the rumblings of preparations for war on a British cruiser during manoeuvres. The story ends with the sinking of the Titanic and the news from Serbia. Tomlinson has lost none of his urbanity; he has brought himself down (should one say ?) to the level of average intelligibility. It is not a great book, like Gallion's Reach; but it is a better book than his recent ones.