G.K. Chesterton’s first book. I just read it, essentially in one sitting, and… I don’t think I get it.
(In contrast, I think I get The Man Who Was Thursday. And I love The Man Who Knew Too Much, which appears, at first, to be a Sherlock Holmes pastiche, but, in the end, resolves itself into something different. The mysteries are, however, very good Holmesian puzzlers.)
Is it okay to progress without fear of spoiling? A hundred and ten year old classic doesn’t need protection here, does it? (The Butler Did It! Ha ha ha… Er…)