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One of the most natural of story-tellers, and also one who took most naturally to the detective or mystery form was Charles Dickens. His lovers can easily recall examples, not only in the so-called detective stories such as The Mystery of Edwin Drood, but in the shape of exciting threads that wind through and color some of his broadest efforts, such as Little Dorrit. One of Dickens’ great admirations was Inspector Field, a London detective. He reported him in a series of articles, describing his own adventures in the slums with police guards. He saw in him the good-natured, native shrewdness, the kindliness towards the distressed, yet the inflexibility of vengeance itself with the criminal, that one would expect from the tender-hearted author himself were he to turn detective. With such Real Life to work from, no wonder Dickens put one of the best detective stories of all time into his lengthy novel of Bleak House, from which it has been selected for the following pages. The Inspector Bucket of this story is none other than Inspector Field, and the episode in Chapter VIII is a vivid and literal rendering of Dickens’ own visits to the dreadful depths of the London slums with his friend of the police.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
One of the most natural of story-tellers, and also one who took most naturally to the detective or mystery form was Charles Dickens. His lovers can easily recall examples, not only in the so-called detective stories such as The Mystery of Edwin Drood, but in the shape of exciting threads that wind through and color some of his broadest efforts, such as Little Dorrit. One of Dickens’ great admirations was Inspector Field, a London detective. He reported him in a series of articles, describing his own adventures in the slums with police guards. He saw in him the good-natured, native shrewdness, the kindliness towards the distressed, yet the inflexibility of vengeance itself with the criminal, that one would expect from the tender-hearted author himself were he to turn detective. With such Real Life to work from, no wonder Dickens put one of the best detective stories of all time into his lengthy novel of Bleak House, from which it has been selected for the following pages. The Inspector Bucket of this story is none other than Inspector Field, and the episode in Chapter VIII is a vivid and literal rendering of Dickens’ own visits to the dreadful depths of the London slums with his friend of the police.