Interesting and uncommon book crossing the footsteps of two main and symbolic characters. Mr. Love and Mr. Justice represent the two faces of the same coin: prissiness. A sort of urban prissiness that rhymes with hypocrisy and leads both Love and Justice to collide into each other thanks to a clockwork mechanism.
I appreciated the structure of the novel, alternating Mr. Love with Mr. Justice before the two plot lines are juxtaposed. Many dialogues are very well written and the way MacInnes investigated on a certain mankind in London is admirable and impartial.
Yet, this book got old very quickly. It's incredible how far may look this late 1950s London nowadays. That is why "Mr Love and Justice" suffers of precocious senility. And it's a pity.