"LOVE IN FETTERS"

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Volume 58, Issue 78, 4 May 1929, Page 15

"LOVE IN FETTERS"

OUR COMING SFRIAL. FROM THE PFX OF PATRTCIA LEIGH. Patricia Lcigli, a Bnlish authoress faniod for licr arresting, vivicl and fascinating picturcs of niodern social life, lias produccd oue of Iier finest works to date in "Lovo In Fetters," wliicli commenccs in serial form in our pagcs in a few days. In this entertaining and true to life romance, fMiss Leigh, with her frank and fearless attitude to the facts and the great problems of hutnan life in a rcstless period oi transition, has made it abundantly clear that it is possible to he real without being "realist." In hei new storv slie maintains her attitude, wliile developing a magnificent stoi-y with thcme and interests quite different from those of lier formor triumphs. "Love in Fetters" is the hest of tliree stories as remayakble as nny in tlie whole post-war output of sorial fiction. This entrancin . studv of a modern girl grappling witli the big problems of life and love has a cul- I minatioq after a remarkable series : of emotional scenes and dramatic ■ incidents, handled with the power i and skill which have won for Pat- J ricia Leigh such a high reputation among our women writers. Her | latest success should find the | greatest popularity with our readers. ;

tion of Watersmouth. Once tliere, hc turned into the Crown Hotel and asked to see Margavet. She came at once out of her private sitting-room. looking unlike her usual self, so that | Blake could see at a glance that she • was suffering from some unaccustomcd strain. "Yon wanted to see me?" she asked. "I did," Blake said. "I hear you are leaving before very long, so I tliought perhaps if I came in " "I was going this morning," Marj garet replied. "Xo, I don't think I would, if 1 were you," Blake siniled. "J want vou to stay for anotlier day or two, at any rate. In fact, spoaking in my official capacity, I am going so far as to declare you must not go. Do you follow me?" Mnrgaret looked up with alarm in her oyes. "Does that mean that I am a pri- | soner," she asked a little unsteadily. "Does that mean that I rnn't leave Watersmouth if I want to? Is tliere anotlier side to the tragedy?" "TftTELL, I DONT WANT to put it / * quite as brutnlly as that," Blake said. "And I don't want to tell you I too much, for the moment. just promise me to relnain for tho present." i Margarct gnve tho desircd assur- I j ance. Indeed, tliere was little else 1 j that slie could do in the circumstances. "Now, that is very nice of you." I Blake said. "Would you mind eonferring another favour 011 me? Will you honour me with your eompany. say, round tlie North Walk, because tliere are certain things 1 have to say 'o you which are for your ears only." Margnret was onlv too willing and teady to comply. They turned out toocther in the sunshine and made their way ronnd the famons promenadc where tliev eaine to a quiet seat )H-es-j ently, and sat down to talk mattors over. I ' Tf it is anything very terrihjp," Margaret implored, "pleaso tell me at once. Tt is suspense that is so dreadful." "Yes, r know." Blake uodded symr athetically. "Would you be very much astonished if 1 told you tliat I was seriously contemplating arresting Jack Mortmain for tho murder of your hushand?" Margaret gazed at tho speaker steadily. To be Continued.