In This Grave Hour (Maisie Dobbs, #13)

by Jacqueline Winspear

Maisie looked up at Billy. “You’ve heard that old phrase, haven’t you? ‘There’s more than one way to skin a cat.’” “I never liked that one. I mean, who would want to skin a poor cat anyway?” Maisie stood up and went to her desk, lifting the telephone receiver as she looked up at Billy. “I read that it refers to catfish—they’re from America somewhere, and the people there call them ‘cats.’ It’s about skinning a fish. And there’s one or two different ways to do it.” She

She had learned that sometimes it was best to let words die of their own accord, rather than fight them.