Quotes from Leslie Charteris

That, he said, was the way he stayed young—by refusing to take anything quite as seriously as he should have done.

All of which has not a little to do with 85, Vandemeer Avenue, Hampstead. Down this

His spirits were too elastic to know the meaning of depression, and the setback had intriguing angles to it which he was broad-minded enough to appreciate as an artist.

a saboteur of goodwill.

Of Simon Templar it could truly be said that to him all the world was a stage, and all the men and women merely players in an endless comedy drama designed for his especial entertainment and incidentally his cut at the box office.

As a soubrette, yes. But as Lady Macbeth—" Mr Keane made an expressive gesture which swept an ash tray off the table.

The road out of London on the north-east is one of the less pleasant ways of finding the open country. For one thing, it is infested with miles of tramway, crawling, interminable, blocking the traffic, maddening to the man at the wheel of a fast car—especially maddening to the man in a hurry at the wheel of a fast car.

There were some old-time prospectors around, and if any of them recognized the carnotite—" "The what?" Innowitz said. "Carnotite—that's what uranium comes from. The Lucky Nugget is full of it. You know what that's worth today. If any of those miners spotted it and the story was in the papers

delighted Rubens but would have appalled Vargas.

You'll get a fair trial by court martial, and you'll be shot immediately afterwards. The day after tomorrow we shall probably start court-martialling traitors in batches of twenty.

He got up from the table and went through to the study which adjoined the dining-room. It was a rather small, comfortably untidy room, and the greater part of its walls were lined with built-in bookshelves.

Punctuality is the politeness of princes'?

if you'd only met her in Gotham, for instance, I should have had a song all ready for you. When you came in, I was just perfecting a little song about a wild woman of Gotham, who made love to young men and then shot 'em—till

You're welcome—as the actress said to the bishop on a particularly auspicious occasion. But why haven't you brought Angel Face with you, sweetheart?