The Cursing Stones Murder Quotes

“Aw, yes, she did. I went the wrong way about it. A man shouldn' tell women they're not to do things, nor yet that the man they fancy's all wrong. That makes 'em want the fellah all the more.”
― George Bellairs, The Cursing Stones Murder

“The daylight revealed, too, a large Irish cargo-boat, which had crept in Peel for shelter in the dark. Tied up beside the crowd of soiled and weather-beaten fishing-vessels and coasters, she looked mawkish and out of her element, like a stately, self-conscious hen, mothering a lot of unruly ducklings.”
― George Bellairs, The Cursing Stones Murder

“killed." "It's not that, parson. I'm not a Sherlock Holmes, an intellectual detective, who sits in an armchair and solves his cases.”
― George Bellairs, The Cursing Stones Murder

“Perrick must be in love and men in love are completely changed, for good or evil.”
― George Bellairs, The Cursing Stones Murder

“Since the investigation of the death of Deemster Quantrell, the parson had earned an unsought and rather spurious reputation for being the local Sherlock Holmes!”
― George Bellairs, The Cursing Stones Murder

“And he also possessed a peculiar fascination for women... The sort of thing that disgusts ordinary men who often have a devil of a time making even one woman in a lifetime get fond of 'em.”
― George Bellairs, The Cursing Stones Murder

“She entered a bit timidly, dusting flour from her hands. A delicate-looking, attractive girl, tall and slim and perhaps a bit tuberculous. She had the clear, flawless pink complexion which often goes with the type, blue eyes and fair curly hair. A long white smock hid her figure, but she was well aware of her charms. There was a slightly vulgar and uncertain sophistication about her. The style of her hairdressing, the well-manicured and polished finger-nails, the lipstick, the smile, and the way she held her head all indicated the penny novelette addict, the omnivorous reader of women's weeklies and their hints and recipes for beauty and allure.”
― George Bellairs, The Cursing Stones Murder

“the return of the Manx Shearwater. She was coming in from scallop dredging between Contrary Head and Jurby Point and instead of taking it easy on account of the weather, she was tearing across Peel Bay for all she was worth. A south-westerly gale was blowing and the sea was rough, but in her anxiety to make harbour she drove her bow into the steep waves until it vanished completely. Then she rose high in the air as though preparing to take a long jump for port.”
― George Bellairs, The Cursing Stones Murder