An adaptation of The Scarlet Pimpernel was one of his follow-ups, hardly as successful but much loved by me, nevertheless.
I was expecting the novel to bear little resemblance to the TV version, but it is very similar.
This is a rip-roaring story, crossing the Channel during The French Revolution, just like a Tale of Two Cities. Although lacking the genius of Dickens’ novel, this is still a fast-paced and well-executed drama.
The ‘Pimpernel’ disguises his abilities behind a mask of insipidity. I don’t think the reveal would come as a surprise to any reader and I almost wanted to shake Marguerite for not realising it sooner. The cleverest parts of the novel are the disguises themselves and how the ‘League of the Scarlet Pimpernel’ gets away with so many rescues.