Murder in Park Lane Quotes

“You’re thinkin’ too much again, sir. It’ll end badly.”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“It doesn’t matter how many times we love and lose, or how old we are, the pain from heartbreak is still as sharp as ever. We’re all excited, infatuated fifteen-year-olds trapped in ageing bodies.”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“Stephen sat silently for a while, reassured about his daughter but unsure whether he’d just been insulted or complimented by his wife. Sometimes it was wisest to say nothing.”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“Young Will watched them wide-eyed with shock from beside the horses. ‘You’ve arrested the old trot?’ he asked in awe.”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“I’m thinkin’, woman, don’t nag me.”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“Mr David MacAdam has left ninety-six pounds, ten shillings and six pence in his account.’ ‘That’ll please his widow,’ Woods said. ‘At least she’ll be able to afford his second burial now.”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“the steady stream of wagons from the country were already heading for the capital’s markets, heavily laden with produce to feed the gargantuan appetite of the biggest city in the world.”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“I always tell the boys to steer clear of women, don’t I, lads?’ ‘Yes, guvnor.’ Young Nibbs puffed out his chest with pride as he repeated the mantra. ‘Women are the tools of the devil. They’re sent by Beelzebub to distract a good mason from the straight line ’e’s carvin’.’ ‘The only good woman is the one carved in marble”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“I’m cursed wi’ ’avin’ to bury the same ’usband twice.”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“It were good riddance when ’e died in June – and it’s good riddance ’e’s died again.”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“The gloomy hallway entrance of the police office heaved with the dregs of London society.”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“Have you got indigestion again?’ Woods’ voice cut through his daydream. ‘No.’ ‘Well, you’ve got a funny look on your face. Come on.”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“The carriages swayed as the passengers clambered out. Blinking against the strong sunlight, many wrinkled their noses in disgust against the rank smell of the nearby gaol, which mingled with the stink of blood and offal wafting on the breeze from Smithfield meat market.”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“smell was the first thing to be assaulted by the stuffy death chamber. Stale alcohol mingled with male body odour and the ferrous tinge of congealing blood.”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane

“unturned,”
― Karen Charlton, Murder in Park Lane