1969) and "Twist for Twist" (EQMM, May 1967) and for a nonfiction work about a Scottish murder case, Heaven Knows Who (1960). She was nominated three times for Edgar Awards: for the short stories "Poison in the Cup" (EQMM, Feb. She dropped the series in the late 1950s and concentrated on various genres as well as short stories. The whodunit, set in a World War 2 hospital, was adapted for film by Eagle-Lion Films in 1946, starring Alastair Sim as the Inspector.
Green for Danger is Brand’s most famous novel. The character would go on to appear in seven of her novels.
In 1941, one of her best-loved characters, Inspector Cockrill of the Kent County Police, made his debut in the book Heads You Lose. Her first novel, Death in High Heels, was written while Brand was working as a salesgirl. She had a number of different occupations, including model, dancer, shop assistant and governess. She was born Mary Christianna Milne in 1907 in Malaya and spent her early years in India. Brand also wrote under the pseudonyms Mary Ann Ashe, Annabel Jones, Mary Roland, and China Thomson. Throughout, Brand’s talent illuminates the darkness that lies coiled within daily life.Ĭontents: The niece from Scotland.-A miracle in Montepulciano.-Such a nice man.-I will repay.-How the unicorn became extinct.-The kite.-Charm farm.-A bit of bovver.-The blackthorn.-The hilltop.-How green is my valley!-Bless this house.-Spring 1941.-Murder hath charms.-An apple for the teacher.-Pigeon pie.-Madame thinks quick.-The scapegoat.Ĭhristianna Brand (DecemMarch 11, 1988) was a crime writer and children's author. There are stories of travel, crime, and desire-and even a depiction of the birth of an infamous historical figure.
These eighteen tales run the gamut of genre and mood. A man has come to inquire about buying her dresser, but as soon as he opens his mouth, she knows he is the man who has been tormenting her-and they are all alone in the house. Though best known for intricately plotted mysteries starring the brilliant Inspector Cockrill, Christianna Brand was equally adept at crafting short fiction. Tonight, though, it isn’t the phone that rings, but the doorbell. Whenever she picks it up, the voice is there-breathing, cursing at her, terrifying her with words alone. Eighteen short stories-chilling, lovely, and sad-from a modern master of the formįor days she has been terrified that the phone will ring.
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