Back in the sixties when Alfred Hitchcock had an American television show that featured the type of story Gilbert Adair has written in this book, there was a series of inexpensive paperbacks titled something similar to: Alfred Hitchcock-Ten Stories They Wouldn't Let Me Put On TV. The writing was good; the stories were clever. However, they were all short stories. Mr. Adair has concocted one of those Alfred Hitchcock short stories which unfortunately runs to 258 pages. It takes a little too long to get where we are going, and consequentially a little disappointing when we finally get there. A better mystery is how to actually get a copy of his book. In the space of about one month, I read at least five very favourable reviews of this book in several London newspapers. However, during that same time, I checked at least seven bookstores, in various parts of London, and none of them was carrying the book. I finally had to order it via you know who. If I were Mr. Adair, that is a mystery I would wish to solve.