I was really not a fan of Joseph Jefferson Farjeon's No. 17, alas. I read it via Serial Reader, and that's pretty much the only reason I was able to stick with it, because it came in bitesize chunks, one section a day. The reason for this is... the main character, Ben the Tramp, a former sailor down on his luck who is an absolute total coward whose dialogue is rendered phonetically.

The book would be a quarter of the length if Ben didn't spend every scene making no sense to anyone, trying to run away, interrupting, etc, etc. Even once Fordyce arrives, giving another steady character to drive the story, he spends so much time getting Ben to explain things, arguing with Ben, and being interrupted by Ben, that it takes forever to get anywhere.

Add that to a bit of insta-love as a minor sideplot, and it's just unbearable. I did enjoy some of Farjeon's other work (the books republished by the British Library Crime Classics series), but Ben the Tramp is definitely not for me.