No one considers foul play in the death of Alice Robertson, but when rumors surface regarding valuable family heirlooms hidden in her mansion, murder is suspected
Born Morna Doris McTaggart in Rangoon, Burma of a Scottish father and an Irish-German mother, she grew up in England where she moved at age six. She attended Bedales school and then took a diploma in journalism at London University.
Her first two novels, 'Turn Single' (1932) and 'Broken Music' (1934), came out under her own name, Morna McTaggart. In the early 1930s she married her first husband but she left him, moved to Belsize Park in London and lived with Dr Robert Brown, a lecturer in botany at Bedford College in 1942. She eventually divorced her first husband in October 1945 and married Dr, later Professor, Brown.
It was in 1940 that her first crime novel 'Give a Corpse a Bad Name' was published under the pseudonymn that she had adopted, Elizabeth (sometimes Elizabeth X. - particularly in the USA) Ferrars, the Ferrars her mother's maiden name. This novel featured her young detective Toby Dyke, who was to feature in four other of her novels.
When her husband was offered a post at Cornell University in the USA, the couple moved there but remained only a year before returning to Britain. They travelled with her husband's work, on one occasion visiting Adelaide when he was a visiting professor at the University of South Australia, and later moved to Edinburgh where her husband was appointed Regius Professor of Botany and they lived in the city until 1977 when, on her husband's retirement, they moved to Blewsbury in Oxfordshire where they lived until her sudden death in 1995.
She continued to write a crime novel almost every year and in 1953 she was a founding member of the Crime Writers' Association of which she later became chairperson in 1977.
As well as her short series of works featuring Toby Dyke, she wrote a series featuring retired botanist Andrew Basnett and another series featuring a semi-estranged married couple, Virginia and Felix Freer. All in all she wrote over seventy novels, her final one 'A Thief in the Night' being published posthumously.
Jacques Barzun and Wendell Hertig Taylor described her as having "a sound enough grasp of motives and human relations and a due regard for probability and technique, but whose people and plot are so standard".
While I'd initially doomed this one to my DNF pile, I took another shot and at least got to the end. Typical Ferrars elements here (inheritances, priceless objects, damning documents) and the opening setup is compelling enough (beloved matriarch lies dead face down in the middle of a staircase she never used) but the story gets too bogged down by endless pondering over who could have seen what in what kind of car in what kind of light. The motivating "treasure" here, in the form of historically important (and therefore lucrative) letters also struggles to move beyond the land of Who Cares.
Charles has not visited his aunt in several years--since before her accident, in fact--because he's been trying to fall out of love with the married woman who is her neighbor. Now he thinks he's strong enough to face Deborah again, but before he can, he finds his aunt dead. The police think it's a case of an old woman falling downstairs, but his aunt told him only a few hours earlier that she doesn't go upstairs anymore.