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interview with Douglas Munro, Wellington, 25 May 2001.
    Fox, Richard and Ginx, interview with author, Turangi, 9 December 2007.
    Greene, Rosemary, interview with author, Christchurch, 11 July 2007.
    Harding, Bruce, interview with author, Christchurch, 21 March 2007.
    Harding, Bruce, voice recording, ‘Reflections on Ngaio Marsh (and interviews with Ngaio Marsh, 7 and 24 April 1978)’, Christchurch, 23 December 2007.
    Hooper, Elric, interview with author, Christchurch, 21 March 2007.
    Lascelles, Gerald, interview with author, Christchurch, 19 December 2007.
    Laurie, Alison, interview with author, Paikakariki, 10 February 2008.
    Mannings, Roy, interview with author, Tauranga, 8 February 2008.
    McVeigh, Cilla, interview with author, Christchurch, 12 July 2007.
    Munro, Donald, interview with author, Wellington, 22 November 2007.
    Scott, Bob, interview with author, Auckland, 27 February 2007.
    Walton, Deborah, interview with author, Renwick, 9 July 2007.
    Webb ( née Reay), Barbara, interview with author, Christchurch, 23 March 2007.
    Wilkinson [Carter], Joy, interview with author, Golden Bay, 7 July 2007.
    Wilson, Charlotte, interview with author, Wellington, 12 July 2006.
PERIODICALS
    New Zealand Listener, 1940-1982. Art in New Zealand, 1928-1947.
INTERNET WEBSITES
    http://www.ccc.govt.nz/Christchurch/ Heritage/ChristchurchOverviewHistory
    Project/Christchurch Overview History Draft Report, Part 06.pdf
    http://library.christchurch.org.nz/Heritage/Chronology/Year/1897.asp

Acknowledgements
‘Do you feel an uncomfortable heat at the pit of your stomach, sir? and a nasty thumping at the top of your head?…I call it detective fever…’
    The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins (1868)
    Like detection, the fever of research and writing is as exacting as it is rewarding. What keeps me going are people I meet along the way who share the fever with me, and make the journey worthwhile. To all those whose heads have thumped a little on my behalf, I thank you.
    Our vision of Ngaio Marsh is as vivid as it is today because of the precious memories and memorabilia that her friends and family have kept and treasured. I have had the greatest privilege of meeting and working on this project with the following special people in Ngaio’s life. I would like to thank them for their insights and unstinting support: Jonathan Elsom, Annette Facer, Gerald Lascelles, Elric Hooper, John Dacres-Mannings, Jean Crabtree, Roy Mannings, Richard and Ginx Fox, Barbara Webb, Bob Scott, Simon Acland, John and Rosemary Acland, Judie and Malcolm Douglass, Rosemary and Mike Greene, Joy Wilkinson, Deborah Walton, Anne and Harry Atkinson, Alistair Johnson, Marian Minson, Brian Bell, Donald Munro, Max Cryer, Shirley O’Connor, Libby and Denver Glass, Charlotte Wilson, Leslie Shaw, Marie Gaut, and Henrietta Garnett (whose conversation was the inspiration for this book). I would like to pay a special tribute to the vision of Lady Doris McIntosh, who gave to the nation one of the richest legacies—Ngaio’s letters.
    My research has been greatly assisted by the excellent scholarship of the following academics and writers. I am immensely grateful to Dr Margaret Lewis, Dr Bruce Harding, Dr Glyn Strange, Carole Acheson, Professor Howard McNaughton, Paul Bushnell and Dr Douglas Munro, and to my own superb lecturer in Shakespeare, Professor David Gunby. I am also indebted to Rowan Gibbs and Richard Williams for their very helpful bibliography.
    ‘It was the fourth member of our family’, Ngaio wrote of Marton Cottage; and it exists today because of the efforts of some outstanding and magnanimous people. To walk around the terraced gardens and then in the front door is to walk into Ngaio’s life. For a biographer this is a dream, so I thank sincerely NgaioMarsh House and Heritage Trust members, Dr Bruce Harding, Colin McLachlan, Pamela and John Wilson, and Eve Harding, for their years of volunteer work to secure public access and preservation, and John Dacres-Mannings for his