" [These notes were made in 1982:]. Odd that, having been so partial to Christie and Sayers at various times, I've never delved into Marsh. I find her closer to Christie than Sayers, but with a fondness (at least in this one) for spectacular effects, and, I think a slightly better knack for characterization, although her characters are all still very clearly types. In one passage she actually pays a sly little backhanded compliment to her peers, having her Inspector survey the characters and muse aloud which would be the murderer in a Christie or Sayers novel (she gets it right, too, I think). Said Inspector shows some signs of being fallen in love with (as Peter W was) by his author, although it is only the very occasional passage which gives any indication, and very nearly all of the book is given over to the laudable purpose of Solving the Puzzle (which is neatly worked out in a standard sort of way). [These additional notes were made in 1985:]. Rereading this fairly early effort, I was amused to see how much I really had picked up about Dame Ngaio Marsh's fondness for Rory Alleyn. This mystery is slightly more bizarre than usual, involving an off-beat religious ritual, and an American who turns out to be an Australian. A very wealthy devotee, fairly young and quite handsome, turns out to have been exploited but not murdered by the slimy Father Garnett; the murderer was the financial American/Australian. Sexual jealousy and drug abuse complicate matters, and confuse Nigel Bathgate, who turns up regularly as Watson in these early efforts. Altho' somewhat mechanical compared to later novels, I found this very entertaining. More and more I begin notice Marsh's taste for the really macabre death. "
— Surreysmum, 1/17/2014