The Fleet Street Murders Quotes

“Are you going to give a speech?' she asked gaily.

He gave a choked laugh. 'Of course not,' he said. 'Not for ages.'

'My cousin Davey gave one on his very first day!' ...

'In the Lords, I remember. It was about how he didn't like strawberry jam.'

'Be nice, Charles! It was a speech about fruit importation, which I admit devolved into something of a tirade.' She couldn't help but laugh. 'Still, you could talk about something more important.'

'Than jam? Impossible. We mustn't set the bar too high, Jane.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“Suddenly Dallington burst into speech. 'Listen, Lenox - I want to apologize...'

Lenox waved a dismissive hand. 'You're young,' he said. 'There are many lessons before you, some harder than this one... All too often things are blurry, though, John. It's the way of the world. Humans are blurry creatures,”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“don’t know that you’ve quite grasped the nature of people’s lives here, Mr. Lenox. School is a luxury, in many of their cases.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“He went out very little, and even when he did never commented to a soul about the downfall of George Barnard, choosing instead to focus on clearing up all of Barnard’s myriad crimes by tracing them diligently through the cunning and subtle ways in which the man had”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“For his entire adult life he had moved so easily among men who made large decisions, whether admirals or cabinet ministers or bishops, that he had forgotten to some extent what a privilege it was to stand for Parliament.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“He was glad there were books in the world, at that moment; glad that there were maps and encyclopedias, and warm fires and comfortable armchairs.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“Once he had been able to help with an investigation, and other than his wedding day it was the closest Charles had seen him to nirvana.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“Exeter was never tactful or gentle in his methods. Still, he deserved better than”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“It’s a selfish thing to say, but I hope he wasn’t shot because of the case. I feel a sense of foreboding about my return to London.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“He was glad he had done it, win or lose. There had been so much generosity toward him, where there might have been suspicion or indifference.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“It was easy to admire—and made it easy to forget the doctor coming up to Stirrington when he was barmy drunk and half mad with sorrow.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“It appeared that these murders led back, as half the crimes in London did, to one man: George Barnard. Who now had fled to Geneva.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“Will you come in, Mr. Lenox? Business has been going well, but I always enjoyed our work together. Thank you for the silver rattle you sent after Emily was born.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“Winston Carruthers’s physical life had been over-full of drink and food, his rooms messy and rich and abundant, but his files were at odds with that image of the man. They bespoke a different and more ascetic intellect. All of the papers were neatly filed and precisely written.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“How eager we are to rewrite our fathers’ stories, some of us; the delusions of the heart.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“There was one thing that pleased Lenox in a small way; Exeter had been right. Hiram Smalls and Gerald Poole had murdered Simon Pierce and Winston Carruthers. It was a vindication. Was it for this, though, that he had died? Or had he discovered something else?”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“the father a traitor to England, the son weak willed and impulsive and drunken, Barnard half a dev il, even Carruthers a corruptible old toad.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“Did you not listen to Poole talking about his drunken fury? No, I scarcely think I need a drink at the moment.” Dallington muttered something about troubles coming home to roost and then said, “Well? How do I help?”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“It hangs together, I suppose,” said Jenkins, “but most importantly, Lenox, I don’t understand what Barnard’s motive for all this mayhem might have been.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“Dallington laughed again. “You must understand—for years I’ve been poaching out of my parents’ accounts. Since I was thirteen or so. I know all the most corrupt men at the bank.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“The idea of Barnard living outside of London was laughable— it was his home and his solace, the center of his spiderweb, and he despised the northern life he had sloughed off when he came to the metropolis to make a success of himself.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“He was usually the liveliest and loudest man in the room, with a blunt, bullying manner, but now he seemed suddenly sunken, diminished.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“Lenox almost laughed. Saved at the last by Barnard’s snobbishness; saved at the last by Barnard’s insecurity about his own tenuous relations to the upper class of his nation. It was remarkable how a brilliant mind could in one aspect have been so blind.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“Exeter was releasing all of those cryptic, confident statements to the press, and Barnard must have felt the stakes were too high for much to depend on an untested man with uncertain allegiances, who had probably only killed Simon Pierce to clear his mother’s debt.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“I never had him in my house,” sniffed many great ladies, though it must be owned that the great majority of them had. Meanwhile the men in their clubs chomped fretfully on cigars and said things like, “Damn country is going to hell, been saying it for years. I expect the French to invade by the hour, I tell you,” which was very consoling and pleasant to contemplate.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“The two men, each unhappy in his own way—Lenox to be out of London and because of Lady Jane’s worries, McConnell for more profound and sorrowful reasons—sat for another moment and spoke. Then McConnell stood up and said he’d better pack.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“As he sat with Edmund now his heart felt full, his life blessed. It was wonderful.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“How could Poole’s son, who had been out of the country, know anybody in London well enough to enlist them in such a plot?”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“Their houses often hosted the defining parties of a season or the most select evening salons. Yet it was typical of Lady Jane that she was going to marry a man who would much rather be searching for clues in the alleyway of a slum than having supper in one of the palaces of”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders

“This was the woman Lenox was to marry, whose counsel he valued above any other, and who was to his spirit both sun and moon, midnight and noon.”
― Charles Finch, The Fleet Street Murders