A novel in which a young man tells his own strange story. While enjoying a spring-time stroll in Central Park he is suddenly confronted by an up-to-date carriage containing two pretty women, one of whom declares she is his wife. Despite his remonstrance he is thrust into the carriage by the foot-man, embraced, welcomed and carried off to a luxurious house where he is told that he is Julian Randolph, a young millionaire whose sudden disappearance was a matter of national comment two years before. So far the story differs little from other novels of mistaken identity, but the concluding chapters, which establish the right of the hero to the love and the position he has come to covet, are unusual, unexpected, and well handled.
“Belongs [to] the class of books written for that optimistic age that still can believe, if only for twenty-four hours, that the book last read is the best book ever written.” Frederic Taber Cooper.
| + | Bookm. 25: 600. Ag. ’07. 550w. |
“Is an interesting story, not without many instances in real life to prove its plausibility.”
| + | Ind. 63: 574. S. 5, ’07. 230w. |
“The tale is as puzzling as a detective story, and the denouement is as much a surprise to the hero as to the reader.”
| + | N. Y. Times. 12: 386. Je. 15, ’07. 140w. |
“The story is well told, and modern New York is graphically pictured.”
| + | Outlook. 86: 477. Je. 29, ’07. 100w. |