The Ghost of Christmas Past (Molly Murphy Series #17)

The Ghost of Christmas Past (Molly Murphy Series #17)

by Rhys Bowen


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ISBN-13: 9781250125729
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 11/14/2017
Series: Molly Murphy Series , #17
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 442,678
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

RHYS BOWEN is the author of the Anthony and Agatha Award–winning Molly Murphy mysteries, the Edgar Award-nominated Evan Evans series, In Farleigh Field, and the Royal Spyness series. Born in England, she lives in San Rafael, California.

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New York City, December 1906

It had been a year of losses. Losses and uncertainty. Of a darkness I couldn't shake off. Daniel's job with the New York police still hung in the balance although a new commissioner was due to take office in January — a commissioner we hoped would be less in the pocket of Tammany Hall. Daniel had avoided the unpleasantness of a corrupt department trying to find a reason to get rid of him by accepting assignments from Mr. John Wilkie, head of the U.S. Secret Service. The first assignment had taken him to San Francisco, and nearly cost us everything we held dear. He had subsequently been summoned to Washington on several occasions, but still hadn't made up his mind whether to accept a permanent position there. This was probably because of me. Because he knew that I worried terribly when he was away and I relied on the support of dear friends in New York. And frankly I needed that support at the moment.

You see, I was not quite myself after we returned from San Francisco. I had told myself that all was well and I could get on with my old life again, but all was not well. I had been wounded both physically and mentally. Pushed to the edge, actually. And the result was that I lost the child I had not known I was carrying. A miscarriage after three months, just when I had told myself that all would be well. The doctor had made light of it: a good percentage of pregnancies end in a miscarriage, he had told me. It was just nature's way of making sure imperfect babies didn't come into the world. But I was essentially a healthy young woman. Nothing to stop me from having another baby right away. He talked of it as if it was only a matter of discarding one dress and choosing a new one. But I mourned that baby and I was overcome with guilt. If I hadn't been impulsive and gone out to my husband in San Francisco, I was sure the baby would have been all right. I'd have been giving birth right about this time. A Christmas baby. I tried to remind myself that if I hadn't gone out to San Francisco, I might have lost a husband, but nothing I could say or think could bring me out from the darkness that threatened to swallow me.

I went about my chores, took care of my son and my husband, pretended to enjoy my friends' attempts to cheer me up and make me laugh, but in reality it felt as if I was looking at the world through a black veil. And just when I felt that I couldn't handle one more piece of bad news, ever, it came anyway. In October we received a telegram to say that Daniel's mother had been taken to the hospital, stricken with pneumonia. She was so sick that we thought we'd lose her. I have to confess that I had never been that fond of Mrs. Sullivan, as I still called her. I had always felt that she saw me as a disappointment; that she had wanted her son to make a better marriage and rise higher in society. But it hurt me to see Daniel so distraught at the thought of losing his mother. I suppose the bond between mother and only son is a fierce one.

Amazingly she came through the worst, and I took our son, Liam, up to Westchester County to help the elderly housekeeper, Martha, look after Daniel's mother as she recuperated. My young ward, Bridie, I left with my neighbors Sid and Gus, so that she could continue her schooling. She was blossoming into a confident and cultured young woman and I didn't want to interrupt her education. Giving me a challenge like that was probably a good thing. It took my thoughts away from my own current state. In fact as Christmas approached I found myself actually looking forward to it. Daniel would be coming home from Washington, then he'd bring Bridie up to Westchester to join us. I pictured us cutting a big tree from the nearby woods. Mrs. Sullivan would not be up to baking, but she could teach me to make her favorite recipes. And Liam was now two years old and big enough to help with decorating the house. In fact we'd already been through the woods collecting pinecones and holly.

Then two weeks before the holiday, Mrs. Sullivan received a letter. Her face lit up when she saw who it was from.

"Why, it's never Florence Lind," she said, looking up at me. "She and I were bosom friends when we were growing up. We've kept in touch ever since, although our lives have taken such different paths. She always was a headstrong young girl and she became a strong woman. She never married, but she became a leading voice in the suffrage movement. Not that I approve of that, mind you. I've always believed that a woman's place is in the home and it's up to the men to run the country. But Florence was passionate about it. That is until her favorite sister died tragically, leaving two young daughters. Florence immediately abandoned her cause and went to raise her sister's children."

She paused and I could see her reading the letter. "Oh, how nice," she exclaimed. "That is thoughtful of her."

She looked up again. "It seems that she also hasn't been well recently and has gone to live with one of her nieces. Not far from here as it happens. Scarborough. Do you know it? On the Hudson. Some fine mansions in that neighborhood." She gave a satisfied nod. "The house is called Greenbriars, apparently. Florence says it's most comfortable. I remember she told me that the girl had married well. Cedric Van Aiken, from one of the old Dutch families, you know. Anyway Florence has now moved in with them and this is what she says: 'I hear from mutual friends that you have been quite ill, Mary dear. My sweet niece Winnie has told me I should treat her house as my own and invite whatever friends I wish, so I thought of inviting you to come to Greenbriars for Christmas. It would do you a world of good. Big roaring fires and good food and we two old ladies can chatter away to our hearts' content. It will be just like old times, won't it? Do say you'll come. And if I must confess, it would be a boon to me as well. I am still feeling a little like a fish out of water here, away from my old life, and would dearly welcome an old friend. They will send the carriage for you whenever you wish to come. Your affectionate friend Florence.'"

There was an excited smile on her face when she folded the letter. "Isn't that a surprise? Being invited to an elegant house party at my age. I wonder if I have anything suitable to wear? And you'll be able to go back to your little house in the city. I know you were only planning to spend Christmas here to humor an old lady, and now you can be with your friends and spend another merry holiday."

"Will you be well enough to go?" I asked. "You are still quite weak, you know."

"I'll take Ivy with me to help me," she said. "You'll take good care of me, won't you, my dear?" And she reached out to pat the hand of the young girl who had just come into the room with a cup of chamomile tea for her mistress. She was a skinny little thing with big dark eyes. She looked younger than her true age, which must have been around thirteen. Somehow she epitomized the word waif.

"Yes, ma'am. Of course I will." The girl's voice was scarcely bigger than a whisper and she gave a shy smile.

"She's working out well, don't you think?" Daniel's mother asked as Ivy left the room again. She had recently acquired Ivy from an orphanage in New York City, and the girl was being trained by Martha in all things domestic. From what I had seen she had proven herself a fast and willing learner. But since my mother-in-law had formerly taken in Bridie to train her for a similar domestic position, only to become so fond of her that Bridie was never destined to a be a maid, I wondered if Ivy would have a similar future.

"And what will I have to do at Greenbriars, except sit and be waited on?" Daniel's mother went on, still smiling. "And it will be such a tonic to be with dear Florence."

I could hardly say that I had been quite looking forward to Christmas in the country with her. Now I would be back at my house on Patchin Place in Greenwich Village and my neighbors would have lively parties and shower us with gifts, and I would make an effort to look as if I was enjoying myself.

I helped my mother-in-law decide what to take with her, suitable for a grand house party. We discussed what sort of gifts to buy for her friend and niece.

"I don't think I can be expected to bring gifts for the husband and his family, can I?" she said. "Since I have never met him and don't know his taste."

"A box of chocolates for the family, or crystallized fruit is always acceptable," I suggested.

She nodded. "Good idea. That shows willing, doesn't it? But I must think carefully about what to get for dear Florence. She is not the type of woman who will be thrilled with frou-frou. A book or a journal maybe."

In the end she sent me off into White Plains, where I chose a leather-embossed journal for her friend Florence Lind as well as some French soap for the niece. "Who doesn't like French soap?" as Mrs. Sullivan put it.

On the appointed day the carriage came — a grand-looking affair with a pair of perfectly matched grays and a coachman in black and gold livery. The coachman helped the old lady into her seat, then Ivy helped with the luggage before climbing in beside Mrs. Sullivan.

"Have a wonderful Christmas, my dears," Daniel's mother called to us. She blew a kiss to Liam, who had to be restrained from joining them. He loved anything on wheels, just like his daddy. We waved as they set off, then packed up our things and rode to the station on a far less glamorous wagon driven by the handyman, Josh. A trace of snow had fallen the night before, the first of the season. It made the trees and fences look quite festive as they sparkled in the sunshine. As the train approached the city I vowed that I would make sure my family had a lovely holiday and that I would force myself to snap out of my black mood. I looked forward to seeing my friends again, and my dear Bridie, not to mention my husband, whom I had only seen on brief visits for over a month. We'd be reunited for a lovely Christmas. All was going to be well.


I confess my heart was beating quite fast when I was helped down from the hansom cab at the entrance to Patchin Place. My little side street was a backwater of calmness against the rush and hubbub of Greenwich Avenue and the Jefferson Market opposite. It was barely wider than an alleyway but quite charming with a row of warm brick houses on either side, bay trees growing in pots outside front doors, and cobbles underfoot. Cabs never attempted to come all the way to my front door as the street was too narrow to turn a vehicle and horses do not enjoy being backed up.

"You'll be all right the rest of the way then?" the cabby asked as he lifted down my bags.

"Oh, yes, don't worry. My friends will help me bring in the luggage," I said. In truth there was only one large valise and my carpetbag, since I didn't own many clothes in the first place and had only taken the bare minimum up to my mother-in-law's.

Liam stood looking around, assessing where he was. A month is a long time in the life of a two-year-old. Then he broke into a big smile. "Bwidie!" he exclaimed, looking up at me. "Go see Bwidie."

"Yes, darling. We're going to see Bridie," I said. "But she won't be home from school for a little while. Shall we go and visit Auntie Gus and Auntie Sid instead?"

"A-Gus. A-Sid," he agreed and set off wobbling over the cobbles toward the far end of Patchin Place. My house faced that of my dearest friends Augusta Walcott and Elena Goldfarb, otherwise known as Gus and Sid — names that completely defied the convention of their upbringing, to go with a lifestyle that also defied convention. They played by their own rules and play they did, from flitting off to Paris to study art to transforming their living room into a Mongolian yurt. One never knew what one would find when their front door opened. That was half the joy of it. The other half was that they were the kindest and most generous of women. I loved them like the sisters I never had.

I left the big suitcase and hurried after Liam in case he tripped on the uneven and slippery cobbles. I took his hand and we went up to Sid and Gus's front door. Liam gave me a look of excited anticipation. I nodded and rapped with their door knocker. We heard the sound of footsteps coming downstairs and the door was opened by Gus, her arms full of clothing.

"Molly?" she exclaimed. She sounded pleased but surprised. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

"Not at all. Change of plans for Christmas. Daniel's mother has been invited to a swank house party and so we've come home. Here, let me take that from you," I added as the top of the pile of clothing began to teeter. "Have you been doing the laundry or are you weeding out garments to give to the poor?"

"Neither," she said. "We're in the middle of packing. Come in. Come in. Only watch your step. The hallway is rather crowded, I'm afraid."

I noticed then that there were several trunks and suitcases stacked in the front hall. "You're going away?" I asked as Gus put down the pile on top of a half-packed cabin trunk, swept Liam up into her arms, and started to carry him into the front parlor.

She nodded, turning back to me. "We received an invitation from an old Vassar friend. A group of former classmates are reuniting at a place on the Hudson, not too far from our dear alma mater. And we thought you'd be away for Christmas, so there was nothing to keep us here."

"Oh, I see," I said flatly. I glanced up the alleyway to where my bag sat, unattended. "I'd better go and retrieve my suitcase before some urchin thinks that Christmas has come early for him."

"I'll help." She put down Liam. "Stay there like a good boy while Auntie Gus helps your mommy fetch the bags, and then we'll go and find something good to eat, all right?"

Liam nodded. We walked up Patchin Place then carried the heavy bag between us, not saying a word. In truth I couldn't think of what to say that would not betray my disappointment that they wouldn't be around when I needed their support, and I suspected that Gus felt awkward about it too.

Liam was waiting at her front door, watching us with an anxious look. Gus picked him up and carried him through into the front parlor, where a big fire was burning in the hearth. She motioned me to sit and perched opposite on a high-backed chair with a squirming Liam on her lap. "I suppose you want to get down, young fellow," she said. "My, how big you've become. Off you go then. Go and explore." Liam needed no more urging. He was already headed for the stuffed bird under its glass dome, his favorite.

"So when are you leaving?" I asked, trying to keep the tone of my voice light.

Gus toyed with the fabric of her skirt. "We were planning to leave as soon as Bridie's school term ended and Captain Sullivan arrived home to take her up to his mother's house." I could see the embarrassment on her face as she said the words. "I'm so sorry, Molly. If only we'd known, we'd never have accepted."

"Don't be silly." I managed a bright smile. "There is no way you should have turned down an invitation like that, even if you had known we were going to be home. Go and have a wonderful time. We'll be fine here. It will be good to have Daniel around for a while and I'm dying to see what Bridie has been learning."

I saw a spasm of concern cross Gus's face.

"She is all right, isn't she?"

"Bridie? Oh, yes. Never better." It was her turn to fake a bright smile. "Doing so well at school. The teacher says she's at the top of her class and we've already promised to speak to our former professors at Vassar when the time comes...." She let the end of that sentence trail off.

"Who is it, Gus?" came Sid's clear voice down the stairs and Sid herself appeared in the doorway, looking remarkably conventional and understated for once. Sid's normal attire ranged from gentlemen's smoking jackets to Chinese brocade trousers. Today she was in a dark skirt and white shirtwaist — the normal attire of most New York women. She spotted us and leaped down the last few stairs. "Well, I never. It's Molly and Liam, come home to us. We didn't expect to see you until after Christmas! We have your presents all wrapped up in one of those bags. We were going to come over and surprise you at Mrs. Sullivan's house. We won't be staying very far away." She paused, a look of concern on her face. "Oh, dear. It's not bad news, is it? Daniel's mother is all right?" "She's recovering nicely, thank you. So nicely that she's accepted an invitation to a house party over the holiday. A childhood friend, apparently. She went off in a very fancy carriage while Liam and I hitched a ride home on the farm cart with the cabbages." I attempted a carefree laugh, but my friends knew me better than that.


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The Ghost of Christmas Past 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have enjoyed all of Rhys Bowen’s books. This one is one of my favorites. It was so interesting, that I couldn’t put it down. Wonderful to read this Christmas story with the holidays with us. Thank you for a special Christmas story!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love all the Molly Murphy stories but this book shore up some loose ends. Can't wait for the next book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I recommend this heartwarming Christmas novel. Mystery, family relationships and character developments are interesting. I have read all of the Molly Murphy books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the series
CarolineA More than 1 year ago
I snagged this book from NetGalley because I was determined to do this 12 Books of Christmas series of reviews. I wasn’t too discriminating because I was desperate for holiday books. I like mysteries and I mostly like historical, so I was optimistic about this book. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t realize this was the 17th book in this series! I had a hard time connecting with the characters and I imagine part of that is because most readers who pick up this book will have already had 16 mysteries solved with Molly Murphy. The pacing was my biggest problem. The beginning was very slow for me, introducing characters. By the time they reached the destination where the mystery occurs I was contemplating DNFing this book. I stayed with it and by 30% I’d solved part of the mystery and my theory on “whodunit” proved right as well. All that said, once the ball got going I did find myself enjoying many aspects of the story. I was still a little disappointed that I figured it out so early, but by that point I was determined to keep reading in the hopes of it being a red herring. Part of my problem with this book might be the fact that everything sounded so stiff. It’s historical, so it fits, but I struggled with it in this context. Other readers of historical’s and mysteries might not have the problems I had. SHOULD YOU READ IT? While you can jump into this book not having read any other Molly Murphy Mysteries, this reader would advise starting at the beginning if you enjoy historical mysteries with strong female leads.
Storytellermary More than 1 year ago
THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST by Rhys Bowen Oh, what a tangled web for Molly and Frank to untangle . . . and at Christmas no less! A friend tells a story of a mother helping her son choose a good wife, by setting women to the task of untangling a snarl of thread — patience and skill and humor win. By the lessons of that story, Frank has chosen well, and so has Molly, a man who who values her intelligence and competence and doesn’t expect obedience. Their home may be modest, but it’s loving, unlike the mansion they visit for a most strained holiday. The old mystery of a missing child, clues gone cold but mother still grieving, gives Molly a push to leave behind her own troubles in order to “set things right” . . . if she can. Added misery, Bridie’s father is coming to take her back to Ireland, and she doesn’t want to leave. This is a most compelling book, smoothly flowing prose, a reason to set aside everything else and read the day away, a holiday between two covers. (Part of a series, but can easily stand alone).
tedfeit0 More than 1 year ago
The Molly Murphy series has grown to its 17th novel, during which Molly herself has grown from a young Irish immigrant to be the proprietor of a detective agency to marriage to Captain Dan Sullivan and motherhood of a young boy. As this latest chapter begins she has suffered a miscarriage and cannot shake a severe depression as a result. Nothing that a good mystery can’t dispel! And just what the doctor ordered turns up when Sullivan’s mother visits a mansion of an old Dutch family on the Hudson, and Molly and her husband are invited up to Westchester for the Christmas holidays. Soon after they arrive, they learn that the three-year-old daughter of the couple owning the home had disappeared ten years before. Apparently, she wandered off and no clues or ransom note ever turned up. Molly empathizes with the mother and immediately wants to solve the case. But how? And then on Christmas Eve, lo and behold, a young girl knocks on the door claiming to be the missing daughter. The plot then has Molly (who suspects the family has withheld vital facts) following her intuition (with a little help from her detective husband) to reach a joyful but improbable conclusion. The entire series from first to last is a joy. In any event, this novel is not really a crime story as usual, but is an interesting tale as well as a look at Molly’s evolving development as a character, her relationship with her husband and child and as her growth as a person, and is recommended.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
New York City, December 1906 Molly Sullivan is married to Captain Daniel Sullivan who works for the Police Department. They have a son, Liam, age 2. Molly also has a young ward named Bridie. Daniel’s mother has been ill with pneumonia, so Molly went to Westchester to care for the woman. Now that she is better, they plan to stay with her for Christmas. But Mrs. Sullivan receives an invitation from an old friend, Florence Lind, encouraging her to stay for Christmas at a large estate called Greenbriars. Florence feels that the ambiance would be good for her and help her heal. So, Molly returns home to have Christmas with their small family. Sadly, Bridie, who had been in an orphanage before Molly took her in, has a father who will be coming soon to take her home to Ireland. When an unexpected invitation comes for them to join Mrs. Sullivan at Greenbriars, they accept. The owners of the home are Cedric and Winnie Van Aiken. Upon arrival, Molly and family are impressed with the size of the home. However, the relationship between Cedric and Winnie appears to be rather shaky. They had a 2-year-old daughter who just walked out into the snow 10 years earlier and was never seen again. What could have happened to the child? As she used to be a detective, Molly is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. We meet the different people at the Christmas house party as Molly works to discover if someone is hiding something. But a surprise visitor shocks all of them. I enjoyed this book very much. It is the first of the author’s Molly Murphy Mysteries series that I have read. I absolutely love the author’s series, Her Royal Spyness Mysteries. Rhys Bowen is an excellent author and I encourage readers to enjoy her delightful and clean novels. Copy provided by NetGalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.
MaureenST More than 1 year ago
The author gives us a look into the world of the wealthy, as we visit a Hudson NY mansion for the Christmas Holidays. We are with the main character Molly, a young mother and amateur detective, also an immigrant from Ireland, her husband, young son, and her ward, and also her Mother-In-Law, who is the reason we gain entrance into the world of the elite. We enjoy the life of luxury, for a while at least until, we find out that a young child, and only child of the hosting couple, went missing ten years ago. Then odd things begin to happen, and of course our amateur is feeling the need to solve the mystery, and drags her police detective husband into helping her. We are in for several surprises and find out some upsetting things about these wealthy people. A neat read for something different Holiday entertainment. I received this book through Net Galley and Minotaur Books, and was not required to give a positive review.