This collection of short stories turned out a bit more ponderous than what I've come to expect from Chesterton's writing. His intensely clever and elegant prose is ever-present, but the subject matter lacks the timeless feel of some of his other works.

Initially I'd thought the anthology was something in the spirit of Sherlock Holmes, but that was just my misconception. Instead it is more a socio-political and somewhat philosophical commentary on England during a highly specific pre-war period. Unfortunately, this reader's grasp of such things is severely limited--an my ability to comprehensively appreciate these pieces was thusly impacted.

It did hold a few good quotes, though. And I can say I found the most enjoyment in the second and second-to-last stories in this collection.