But the real question is who (or what) is the monstrous 'Sunday' who toys with those around him? The plan to penetrate the secretive Inner Circle of the Anarchist Council seems doomed and suspicion grows in the group that all is not well. Confusion, misunderstanding and desperation begin to cloud the cool logic of the detective and the plot then veers to the fantastic. Anarchists wear top-hats, policemen are poets and readers are firmly gripped!
(Clive Yelf - bwl 37 December 2006 ) |
