The Grave Maurice (Richard Jury Series #18)

The Grave Maurice (Richard Jury Series #18)

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by Martha Grimes

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"Chew on this," says Melrose Plant to Richard Jury, who's in the hospital being driven crazy by Hannibal, a nurse who likes to speculate on his chances for survival. Jury could use a good story, preferably one not ending with his own demise.

Plant tells Jury of something he overheard in The Grave Maurice, a pub near the hospital. A woman told an intriguing…  See more details below


"Chew on this," says Melrose Plant to Richard Jury, who's in the hospital being driven crazy by Hannibal, a nurse who likes to speculate on his chances for survival. Jury could use a good story, preferably one not ending with his own demise.

Plant tells Jury of something he overheard in The Grave Maurice, a pub near the hospital. A woman told an intriguing story about a girl named Nell Ryder, granddaughter to the owner of the Ryder Stud Farm in Cambridgeshire, who went missing more than a year before and has never been found. What is especially interesting to Plant is that Nell is also the daughter of Jury's surgeon.

But Nell's disappearance isn't the only mystery at the Ryder farm. A woman has been found dead on the track-a woman who was a stranger even to the Ryders.

But not to Plant. She's the woman he saw in The Grave Maurice. Together with Jury, Nell's family, and the Cambridgeshire police, Plant embarks on a search to find Nell and bring her home. But is there more to their mission than just restoring a fifteen-year-old girl to her family?

The Grave Maurice is the eighteenth entry in the Richard Jury series and, from its pastoral opening to its calamitous end, is full of the same suspense and humor that devoted readers expect from Martha Grimes.

Author Biography: Martha Grimes is the bestselling author of seventeen Richard Jury mysteries and also of the acclaimed fiction Cold Flat Junction, Hotel Paradise, The End of the Pier, and The Train Now Departing.

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The 18th novel in Martha Grimes's popular Richard Jury series finds the author extending her range, echoing the work of two other masters of mystery -- Josephine Tey and Dick Francis -- while skewering British society with a droll, rapier wit.

The fun starts with Jury lying in a hospital bed, recuperating from the bullet wound he received at the end of The Blue Last. In a scene reminiscent of Tey’s classic hospital bed mystery, The Daughter of Time, a bored, frustrated Jury is overjoyed when his assistant, Melrose Plant, arrives with a proffered mystery. While in the local pub, called the Grave Maurice, Plant overhears a conversation concerning the disappearance of teenager Nell Ryder, the daughter of Jury’s surgeon. Nell vanished two years earlier from the family horse farm, but there are rumors she’s been seen riding at midnight on her favorite mare. On Jury’s orders, Plant enters the occasionally bizarre world of horse racing. There he meets Nell’s cousin, Maurice, a grave lad plagued by an adolescent growth spurt that’s left him too tall to be a jockey, his only dream since he was a boy. The eccentric suspects start piling up, as do the murders, as Jury is eventually released from the hospital and enters the fray. Grimes, perhaps overcompensating for entering the equestrian universe dominated by Dick Francis, spends a bit too much time giving us the minute details of horse breeding. However, the offbeat characters -- especially a demanding nurse who infuriates Jury -- are so likable they soon smooth over any bumps in the narrative road. The Grave Maurice is a strange and unique amalgam of satire and mystery that works on most levels, thanks to the author’s sure and talented hand. Tom Piccirilli

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Viking Adult
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Richard Jury Series, #18
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6.38(w) x 9.56(h) x 1.41(d)

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Twenty months later

Melrose Plant looked around the rather grim environs of the Grave Maurice and wondered if it was patronized by the staff of the Royal London Hospital across the street. Apparently it did serve as some sort of stopping-off point for them, for Melrose recognized one of the doctors standing at the farther end of the long bar. As Melrose stood there inside the door, the doctor emptied his half-pint, gathered up his coat and turned to leave. He passed Melrose on his way out of the pub and gave him a distracted nod and a vague smile, as if he were trying to place him. Melrose stepped up to the place the doctor had left, filling the vacuum. He was looking at the woman close by, one of surpassing beauty-glossy, dark hair, high cheekbones, eyes whose color he couldn't see without staring but which were large and widely spaced. She was talking to another woman, hair a darkish blond, whose back was turned to Melrose and who drank a pale drink, probably a Chardonnay, whose ubiquity, together with the wine bars that loved to serve it up, Melrose couldn't understand. The dark-haired one was drinking stout. Good for her. The bartender, a bearded Indian, posed an indecipherable query that Melrose could only suppose was a variant of "What will it be, mate?" The operative term was either "grog" or "dog," as in "Want a bit o' grog?" or "Walkin' yer dog?" Having no dog, Melrose ordered an Old Peculier.

The Grave Maurice had its foot in the door of "hovel-like." Melrose looked all around and made his assessment, pleased. For some reason, he could always appreciate a hovel; he felt quite at home. The incomprehensible barman, the patched window, the broken table leg, the streaked mirror, the clientele. The two women near him were a cut above the other customers. They were well dressed, the dark-haired one quite fashionably, in a well-cut black suit and understated jewelry. The blond one, whose profile Melrose glimpsed, appeared to know the barman (even to understand the barman) with his raffishly wound turban. After he returned, smilingly, with the refills and Melrose's fresh drink and then took himself off, the dark-haired woman picked up their conversation again. The blonde was doing the listening.

They were talking about someone named Ryder, which immediately made Melrose prick up his ears, as this was the name of the doctor who had just departed and whom, he supposed, the one woman must have recognized. But he was rather surprised to hear him further referred to as "poor sod." The second woman, whose voice was distinct while at the same time being low and unobtrusive, asked the dark-haired one what she meant.

Melrose waited for the answer.

Unfortunately, the details were getting lost in the woman's lowered voice, but he did catch the word disappeared. The dark-haired woman dipped her head to her glass and said something else that Melrose couldn't catch.

But then he heard, "His daughter. It was in the papers."

The blonde seemed appalled. "When was that?"

"Nearly two years ago, but it doesn't get any-"

Melrose lost the rest of the comment.

The one who had made it shrugged slightly, not a dismissive shrug, but a weary one. Weary, perhaps, of misfortune. If she was a doctor too, Melrose could understand the weariness.

Then she said, ". . . brother was my . . . killed . . ."

The blonde made a sound of sympathy and said, "How awful. Did-"

If only they'd stop talking clearly on the one hand and whispering on the other! Melrose, who kept telling himself he couldn't help overhearing this conversation, could, of course, have taken his beer to a table, and he supposed he would if his presence so close beside them got to be a little too noticeable. But he wanted to hear whatever he could about this doctor's daughter; it sounded fascinating. He thought the phrase "poor sod" suggested some unhappy tale and he was always up for one of those. Sort of thing that makes you glad you're you and not them. How morbid.

He then heard something about insurance and the dark-haired woman was going on about South America and a warmer climate.

She appeared to be planning a trip. He didn't care about this; he wanted to hear more about the person who had disappeared. The blonde occasionally turned to retrieve her cigarette, and then Melrose could pick up the drift.

"-this doctor's daughter?"

The woman facing Melrose nodded. "So it never ends for him . . . closure."

"I hate that word," said the blonde, with a little laugh. (Melrose was ready to marry her on the spot. Inwardly, he applauded. He hated the word, too.)

"All it means is that something's unended, unfinished. Why not just say that?"

The blonde was not in the mood for a semantic argument. "There never is, anyway," she said, slipping from the stool.

"What?" The dark-haired woman was puzzled.

"Closure. Everything remains unfinished."

The dark-haired woman sighed. "Perhaps. Poor Roger."

Roger Ryder, thought Melrose. When the blonde caught Melrose looking and listening, she gave him a rueful half smile. He pretended not to notice, though it would be difficult not to notice that mouth, that hair. Melrose paid for his beer and slid off the stool.

His daughter. Two years ago something had happened to her, and it hadn't been death. Death would have closed it. The girl had disappeared. Had something happened in South America? No, he thought that must be another story altogether. On the other hand, Ryder's daughter's disappearance-that had been in the papers.

But Melrose wouldn't have to search the Times.

Roger Ryder was Richard Jury's surgeon.

—from The Grave Maurice by Martha Grimes, Copyright © September 2002, Viking Press, a member of Penguin Putnam, Inc., used by permission.

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The Grave Maurice (Richard Jury Series #18) 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Once again Martha Grimes has left me begging for more. She never disappoints. I read it in one day, just could not put it down.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Scotland Yard Superintendent Richard Jury lies in the hospital recovering from the near fatal shooting (see THE BLUE LAST) that left him in a coma. As he slowly begins to feel a little better, Richard is bored with inactivity, needs distraction, and struggles to ignore his starchy nurse.

Richard¿s assistant Melrose Plant provides the recuperating cop with a juicy tidbit that he overheard in the Grave Maurice Pub involving the daughter of the doctor tending to the injured law enforcement official. Two female patrons were discussing the disappearance of fifteen year old Nell Ryder and her family¿s valuable thoroughbred Aqueduct. The case of the teen¿s disappearance is officially cold, but Richard and Melrose begin discussing it. Soon the latter begins investigating the vanishing under Richard¿s bedside direction.

The latest Jury police procedural depends too much on coincidence and horse breeding than on hard core investigative skills, but fans of the series will enjoy seeing the star returning to his feisty self. Though the mystery is a bit weak as Jury novels go, Melrose and Nurse Bell make the tale fun for readers with their radically different personalities playing the stage through Richard. Predominantly for Martha Grimes¿ fans, THE GRAVE MAURICE is overall an entertaining tale, just a pint short of what the audience expects from this talented author.

Harriet Klausner

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Writing is intelligent, characters are engaging. Fun reading. Jury is easy to like, Plant is delicious, and the other regulars are welcome diversions.
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I have been impressed by MG's style so far and intend to read all of her Richard Jury Novels in the future. However in the 'Grave Maurice' she makes a rare but huge mistake. She quotes the famous horse 'Red Rum' having won the Derby 3 times. If Martha had carefully done her homework and research like she normally does she would have realized that Red Rum was a champion Steeplechase racehorse and the famous race in question was in fact 'The Grand National'. The Derby which is the Blue Ribbon race for 3 year old thoroughbred colts is held annually at Epsom Downs Race Course in Surrey. The Grand National is held at 'Aintree',Liverpool and Red Rum's remains are buried within the winners circle. Red Rum would never have been entered into the Derby as (a) When it won the Grand National the first time it was already approx 4 or 5 years old, and (b) Red Rum was a steeplechaser, which means it would have been jumping fences and not a flat racing horse as depicted by Martha Grimes. This book is about 5 years old so I am sure this oversight has already been pointed out!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Personally, I don't care for the author's writing style. I found the basic premise of the story to be totally unbelievable; I just couldn't 'buy into' this book. I do like sci-fi and other books not based in reality, but the characters in this book were not believable. Perhaps part of the reason is that one whole chapter seems to be out Dorothy Sayers book. Even Grime's Mr. Plant smacks of Lord Peter Wimsey.
ykx86 More than 1 year ago
I've never read Grimes' books before. Only picked this up based on other reviews on her Richard Jury Series. I found myself not able to get into the story at all. Not a big fan of her writing style either. There were chapters of random stories on supporting characters who I found uninteresting, couldn't appreciate the humors either even though the book is punctuated with these attempts through out. The plot line itself is weak, nothing very mysterious or thrilling. The few times just when I managed to immerse in the plot the story gets diverted to the supporting characters and their narratives.