'Julian Firth, a young Australian, agrees to contract a formal marriage with a Russian aristocrat in order that she might be able to leave Moscow. He finds, however, that he has married somebody else, and that the girl he should have married has committed a murder. The tangle is straightened out in the end, and happiness follows. It is quite a good story, well told, with the interest well sustained, but one feels that an Australian novelist is on safer ground when dealing with scenes that are more familiar than Russian, and with mentality less erotic and esoteric.'
Source:
'Erica Maxwell', The Queenslander, 16 October 1926, p.8.
