Murder at Primrose Cottage Quotes

“The mystery had grown too intriguing to be given up to the police. It was one that belonged to them”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder at Primrose Cottage

“And there was no resisting Flora.”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder at Primrose Cottage

“I don’t care. They are wonderful stories.”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder at Primrose Cottage

“She watched him through the window, scything his way through the long grass, and smiled to herself. Jack might mutter and grumble, but he was enjoying this, she was sure. There was a part of him that was still a boy in search of adventure. It was the part that had done nothing more dangerous since the war than write crime novels - until he met her, she thought. But she refused to feel guilty”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder at Primrose Cottage

“For a few minutes, Jack was too stunned to argue. Flora had thought it through step by step - she seemed utterly certain - and, despite his teasing, he respected the way her hunches so often turned out right”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder at Primrose Cottage

“His son's success as a novelist seemed to have passed Ralph by. To his father, Jack had let his heart rule his head, allowed heartbreak to destroy a successful career in order to waste his time scribbling. When was he going back to a proper job, a return to quality journalism?”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder at Primrose Cottage

“And the cottage, despite its age and simplicity, appeared to have everything necessary for a protracted stay. How protracted, she had no idea. In part, it would depend on how smoothly their research progressed. Jack was intending to visit any number of towns and villages, she knew, and there was a stack of books in the Austin's boot ready for her to study and review, crucially, though, it was Jack's imagination that would decide how long they were here.”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder at Primrose Cottage

“Everyone has secrets, Jack. Even you. Even me.”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder at Primrose Cottage

“Flora Steele pedalled slowly along the high street, past the bakery, already busy despite the early hour, past Mr Houseman arranging a tray of cauliflowers and past the butcher, his burly figure at the window of his shop. This morning everyone wore a smile - for once this spring, the sun was shining”
― Merryn Allingham, Murder at Primrose Cottage