Seriously, when you learn that the founder of the Boy Scouts was once a spy, how could you not read his adventures, especially when they are so short? The fact that the author constantly interchanged the word spying with scouting only served to make me laugh a little more.
Baden-Powell's memoirs are brief, simple, and to the point, with a tone consistent with other books of the time. His adventures are briefly described, without great detail or action, and leave much to be desired. He offers a rudimentary course in scouting...err...spying, with a handful of insights that might be new to today's reader, but not many. It was moderately interesting, though more so because of the identity of the author than anything else.