Leaving Everything Most Loved (Maisie Dobbs)
Jacqueline Winspear
Language: English
Pages: 368
ISBN: 0062049615
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In Leaving Everything Most Loved by New York Times bestselling author Jacqueline Winspear, Maisie Dobbs investigates the murder of Indian immigrants in London.
The year is 1933. Maisie Dobbs is contacted by an Indian gentleman who has come to England in the hopes of finding out who killed his sister two months ago. Scotland Yard failed to make any arrest in the case, and there is reason to believe they failed to conduct a thorough investigation. The case becomes even more challenging when another Indian woman is murdered just hours before a scheduled interview. Meanwhile, unfinished business from a previous case becomes a distraction, as does a new development in Maisie's personal life.
Bringing a crucial chapter in the life and times of Maisie Dobbs to a close, Leaving Everything Most Loved marks a pivotal moment in this outstanding mystery series.
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pocket of his jacket. “I’ll make sure they jump to the job straightaway. Right, then, Mr. Pramal—can I drop you somewhere?” “Camberwell, if you don’t mind,” said Pramal. “The Surrey Canal. Now I know my sister went there to meet the man she loved—but she met her death instead. I want to be alone with her precious memory.” Caldwell raised his eyebrows and looked at Maisie. “I think that’s a good idea, Mr. Pramal,” said Maisie. “Walk along the path where the children play and say
wedding feast for what seemed to be a much larger gathering than at first anticipated. Not only would staff at Chelstone be in attendance, but a goodly number of Frankie Dobbs’ old friends from London, and a few of Mrs. Bromley’s family members, plus villagers who had come to know them both. Priscilla and her family would be traveling down from London for the event, and the Compton family would of course be present. Frankie and Mrs. Bromley had spoken to the vicar about a slight change in the
work. Each woman’s wages was divided in three—one third for the lodging, one third tithing, and one third for them—out of which they would be given ninepence each per week.” “It would have taken many, many years to save for passage home to India.” “And in the meantime, they have a roof over their heads, food on the table, and sustenance from the Holy Spirit.” Maisie nodded. “I’d like to return to the fact that Miss Pramal gave you the impression that she had more funds than she might,
calling and I ran down the street to hold his hand as he was bleeding to death, I knew it wasn’t the pain in his body that was hurting most. No, it was because he was leaving me and he was trying to hold on to me. I know he really loved me. He really did.” “I know, Sandra. You were made for each other, anyone could see that. But think of it like this, that he is never far, in your heart. I know those words are thin, but you have been such an honor to his memory, and he loved you so much he
occasionally, and I was invited to supper, that sort of thing. I realized soon enough that he was miserably cruel to his wife. On the face of it, he put on a good show, and his wife hid her distress. But the boy was only a toddler when they arrived in the country, yet as he grew his behavior demonstrated a deep disturbance. If his father had to go up to one of the hill towns, he calmed down, became lighter and cheery. But when his father was at home, he was morose, fearful—and both mother and son