John R. Watson (1) (1872–)

Dnf. This book feels like the author has copied all the mystery tropes of his era and collected them into a single story. The writing is stilted, and the characters are carboard caricatures imitating their more successful predecessors. I wasn't surprised that it started slowly, as this is common in classic books, but I reached the fourth chapter and not only was the plot still slowly lumbering, it had developed numerous holes.