Such exquisite writing...assured beauty of the style....reading is sheer luxury * The Observer * "A first novel, quite out of the ordinary...an entirely unconventional, even fantastic, murder story." * Books of the Month, 1936 * Not straight mystery, as the story ends with the death -- and the reader knows who did the dastardly (?) deed. Centers around woman artist who collects for a New Year's party all her enemies, male and female, and plays murder. Everyone has a motive -- the only guess is which gets there first. * Kirkus Reviews * When I saw that Mary Fitt was about to give us a murder committed during the playing of the murder game, I quailed; the thing has been done so often. Now that I have finished "Three Sisters Flew Home", I confess that if its authoress chose to re-write the dullest adventure of Sexton Blake or Rupert Bear, I would read and re-read. As chapter after iridescent chapter passes of this book, your suspicion that such exquisite writing must be a fluke becomes lulled, then dissipated altogether, and you relax on the assured beauty of the style as on to a bed of down; thereafter the reading is sheer luxury. We are guided through the mazes of Claribel's party by a Vergil whose insight into the developed human soul is wise even to devastation, and whose ability to perceive and convey beauty is rare indeed. -- "Torquemada" * The Observer *
