Unlike Mary Roberts Rinehart’s books, Anna Catherine Green’s prose doesn’t stand up up to test of time. This is the second book I’ve read/listened to, and the mystery gets lost in the flowery, artificial language. The first book I tried I actually read. The narration gave this book an added depth it wouldn’t have had in print.
I don’t recommend this writer to anyone who reads just for pleasure. Stripped of the artifice, the motives and killer were obvious immediately.