The Detective Novel

New Zealand Listener, Volume 13, Issue 328, 5 October 1945, Page 11

The Detective Novel

= people have travelled by hard and perilous ways, And now rejoice in a noble summit attain In a goal won, cloud-swept pinnacles gained; Behind and below the forward stragglers and strays. 9 platessa dual in water-logged valleys and noisome quags, Wander in twilit thickets and. forests haunted, Paintully errant, and oft by spectres daunted, Or crushed by boulders fallen from clifts and crags; E hae eawren are the headstrong recalcitrants, foolish, and blind To the gleam that lures their resolute fellow-men on, Deaf to the stirring call, the imperious tone, Of clear voices announcing the triumph -of mind; Se iemeiare ast clods, we say, to fates disastrous born, But what of the faithless who have achieved the height, And yet, having drunk of its airs and seen its light, Lust after savage and childish joys and turn Be to the valleys and swamps and the haunted hills, To the feverish dances and bloody orgies of old, To the lawless life and the tabled Age of Gold, To the magical rites and the sharp unholy thrills? HERE is shadowed forth the figure of our own time, When men, born to a glorious heritage, Sit with their eyes glued to the spurious page That does but unravel a web of imagined crime; ATE, in the soul, lingers the. dark spot, The ignoble stain that threatens to flood the whole qateny globe of the spirit with poisons oul, all her hard-won glories shall be

for Bot:

ARNOLD

WALL