Uppsnappat i TLS, 19 november:
it belongs in spirit to that world of gas lamps and hansom cabs. /…/ In his spare time he works as a secret agent on behalf of His Majesty’s Government, receiving his assignments from a midget in a public lavatory. /…/ The case /…/ goes on to involve venomous mutant insects, zombified henchmen, malevolent vulcanologists and a girl with wooden hands who drowns in a vat of treacle.
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