Hatred in the night... There was little love in the Winthrop clan, not in the mother who ruthlessly dominated it, nor the son who disgraced it, nor the daughter who sullied its name. Certainly it wasn't Cupid who one dark night sent an arrow rippling through a human throat... And now the Winthrops had to desperately seek the murderer in their midst, before that minister of silent death could strike again...
Zenith Jones Brown was an American crime fiction writer who also wrote for a time in England. She wrote under the pseudonyms David Frome, Leslie Ford, and Brenda Conrad. She is perhaps best known for her novels featuring the fictional Grace Latham and John Primrose, though some of her earlier standalone work has been praised.
She was born Zenith Jones in Smith River, California and grew up in Tacoma, Washington. Brown was educated at the University of Washington, and worked there as a teaching assistant from 1921 to 1923. She was also assistant to the editor and circulation manager for Dial magazine from 1922 to 1923. Brown began writing as “David Frome” in 1929 while staying in London with her husband. She returned to the United States in 1931, and the couple settled in Annapolis, Maryland. Brown used the pen name “Leslie Ford” for her mystery novels published in the United States. During World War II, she wrote several novels about nurses under the name “Brenda Conrad”. Brown was also a war correspondent for the United States Air Force in England and the Pacific.
Her books often appeared in serial format in The Saturday Evening Post before being published. Brown also wrote short stories, which were published in various periodicals and anthologies.
She married Ford K. Brown, a professor, in 1921. The couple had one daughter.
Brown died at the Church Home in Baltimore at the age of 84.
Outside of the fact that Colonel Primrose wasn't in the book, it was pretty good. Actually almost 5 stars. Ford has a wonderful way of describing people and then their thought processes. It came together beautifully. One of my favorite people was Tom Birdsong, and not just because of his precocious dog. She brings back a time we all muse about, a society where airs and opportunity are important and where love is shown as complicated as it truly is.
Col. Primrose is on a government assignment, so Grace Latham finds herself playing Watson for the mysterious Dr. Birdsong (and his well-trained dog--substituting for Sgt. Buck?) when a connection of Grace's is killed at his mother's Maryland estate. Rick had annoyed many people, and had had a fight with his brother, newly returned from Paris, the evening before his death. But who was skilled enough to kill him with an arrow in the dark?