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Sherlock Holmes never treated a criminal so marvellously as Mr. Anderson's hero, a psycho-therapeutic detective, unearthed the trauma in the mind of his patient. The permanent cure in a fortnight of a case of neurosis, aided only by a single dream, an engraving, and a conversation with the butler, is indeed an achievement worthy of record. Our author kindly reveals the secret of success. We must renounce Prof. Freud and all his works, and recognise the craving after self-esteem as the driving force of all clean-minded young Englishmen. (The rest of humanity, possibly tainted with libidinal impulses, we had better, it appears, leave to their own devices.)
Mr. Anderson shows us his hero unconquerable in argument as in action. In a brief interview he destroys the faith of his rival, an apocryphal Freudian analyst, and after a feeble struggle this reincarnation of the familiar officer of the law sees 'his work of the past three years crumbling before him'.
Mr. Anderson plainly confounds his phantasy with reality—a state of mind which cannot be only attributed to his ignorance of psycho-analytic technique.