The introduction to this collection, which you can read via the "Look Inside" feature, gives you details of the author's life and career, and a good idea of what to expect. Do not be fooled by the cover; there is nothing 'supernatural' here, and that bloke with the brolly can't be Mr Reeder. Beyond that, J. G. Reeder is a masterful creation of Edgar Wallace; most like a cross between the Holmes brothers and George Smiley. The short stories in particular are told with a wry, detatched humour that I loved.
However, I think there should be a relatively mild, outer circle of Hell reserved for the publishers of e-books that fail to make them easy to navigate. I envisage it being a totally disorganised library where the starving, sleepless souls of the damned need only find and quote the first sentence of a certain chapter of a certain book in order to access an eat-all-you-want buffet and check in to a 5-star hotel room for the night. This collection has no table of contents, let alone one with navigable links... you have to use the Kindle's 4-way button on the progress bar to move to the start of each short story or novel. Within the novels, you're on your own, without even a list of chapters... you either make bookmarks for yourself, or read from start to finish.
In short, the content is great, the implementation is aggravating.