The Feathered Serpent

Edgar Wallace was THE thriller writer in the early part of the twentieth century, and this and The Mind of JG Reeder demonstrate why. Breezy storytelling style (with not infrequent sloppiness) and a flair for creating an atmosphere of murky mystery work well. I enjoyed this, despite its occasional clunkiness. Wallace's personal attitudes would have gotten him “cancelled” in today's world, but his work stands up pretty well for hundred year old stuff.