Murder on the Pier Quotes

“So… sleuth extraordinaire… who is it?’ He couldn’t help smiling. She was exhausting at times, but he had to admit, she was fun to be with.”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder on the Pier

“Each of the people we've listed as suspects could be guilty of one or other of these incidents. None of them could be guilty of them all. That has to mean we're looking for another person entirely. Except, we mustn't. We're flailing around with no real idea who to look for, while the unknown killer knows exactly who they're looking for. What does that say to you? To me, it says danger, pure and simple”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder on the Pier

“I love the way you construct an entire story out of so little. You really should be a writer, Flora”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder on the Pier

“Her family, my father's family, came from London. That's where she was brought up and lived her younger years. She never liked the city, though. Said that life there felt anonymous, detached. Villages are very different. You can't be detached in a village and somehow she felt more at home here”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder on the Pier

“It was, but thanks to you, I'm still in one piece. And while there's still a mystery to solve, we need to keep going or the trail will go cold. By the time Inspector Ridley picks it up, it will be frozen”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder on the Pier

“Six years ago, Jack's heart had been well and truly broken but, in fleeing back to England, he'd hoped he might leave the past behind. He'd settled in Sussex, buried himself deep in the countryside and erected a fence around a period of his life he'd no wish to remember. That had been the theory. The practice had turned out rather differently. He'd found forgetting impossible, the memories an itch he'd continually had to scratch, desperately wanting but never quite able to lose them. And every so often, that itch, that desperation, grew harder, wilder, and writing became almost impossible”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder on the Pier

“They fell back in step again, turning down one of the many narrow twittens that led from the main street with Jack carefully aiming the torch at the road ahead. Despite a petition to the council, signed by most of the inhabitants, street lights had never come to Abbeymead. They were seen as contrary to rural tradition, apart from costing too much, which the villagers suspected was the real reason. The wartime blackout had meant little to Abbeymead - it was something the village lived with, before the war and since”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder on the Pier