Complete and unabridged, with 51 full-page plates by Caspar David Friedrich, John Atkinson Grimshaw and James McNeill Whistler. A poet who is also a policeman infiltrates the Central Anarchist Council, whose seven members are named for the days of the week, and finds himself elected Thursday. Chesterton subtitled it a nightmare and meant it literally, having written it out of the black stretch of his early twenties. Every chase leads somewhere the reader did not expect, and the last chapter is not a detective story at all. Fifty-one plates of night markets, moonlit bridges and river fog by Whistler, Grimshaw and others turn the novel's anarchist London into the gaslit dream Chesterton said it was.