Knock Four Times

This, unlike most of Margaret Irwin''s books, is not an historical novel. It is a peep-show at recent times, so fantastically gay that this, our London, appears as the iridescent scene of a pantomime or holiday charade.

What happened behind the door at which one had to knock four times? Many wildly incongruous happenings, but chiefly an attack on other doors, the ''everlasting doors'' of Prince''s...