November the Ninth at Kersea

  Perhaps he should have been more careful with his drinks. He realised with painful clarity that he had knocked a policeman out, an act which in itself had a sobering effect. It seemed a good idea to retire to a dark mews and and consider his position.   There, however, his thoughts were soon switched away from his own predicament. There was a sudden exotic swirl of perfume from a railed depth in the sombre greyness of the mews, and a wraith in pink chiffon was imploring him to help her to escape. The urgency in her tone could not be ignored; a taxi at the other end of the mews was moving in their direction. Taking the girl’s arm, for obviously she needed support (and so did he for that matter) he hurried her towards the cab. But before she could tell her story, the girl drooped, became unconscious…   Their meeting in the mews was quite fortuitous, but when later, the contents of a mysterious envelope, which were the cause of the girl’s agitated flight, are revealed simply as the words: “The Crab-Pot, Kersea, Nov. 9th,” they decide there and then that Kersea shall be their destination. So begins a series of breathless adventures culminating in combat with a ruthless criminal gang.   Exciting, swift-moving, told in masterly style and with enormous verve, November the Ninth at Kersea is a grand story which will put the name of Anthony Swift permanently on the mystery map.