![]() In fact, there are only three Just Men - one of the original four was killed in some kind of shoot-out in Bordeaux or somewhere some time before the story opens. The Four Just Men edges dangerously close to the master criminal/worldwide conspiracy/widespread terror thing that I hate (see generally far too many Agatha Christie books) but the Just Men aren’t thieves or drug dealers, and while their reach is long, their conspiracy is very, very small. This is me writing about Edgar Wallace and not knowing how to read it back. I don’t think I ought to have to do that here, because, while The Four Just Men is set in the same milieu as Wallace’s usual crime thrillers, it’s not as crazy. Phillips Oppenheim, and eventually I realize that I haven’t said much of anything about the book. And then I end up making a lot of broad generalizations and comparisons to E. ![]() I tend to try to explain what Edgar Wallace is about, which is difficult because he’s so casual and scattered and ridiculous. ![]() Although, to be fair, neither is The Four Just Men. And I’m not counting Tam o’ the Scoots, because that’s not the typical Edgar Wallace crime thriller thing. ![]() This is probably the fourth or fifth time that I’ve tried to sit down and write about an Edgar Wallace book. ![]()
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