Quotes About Suspicion

They wondered how many other eyes were in Count Olaf's house, and whether, for the rest of their lives, they would always feel as though Count Olaf were watching them even when he wasn't nearby.

It was Stephano, or, if you prefer, it was Count Olaf. It was the bad guy.

Count Olaf were watching them even when he wasn't nearby.

Si conocieseis al Conde Olaf y éste de repente os sirviese el desayuno, ¿no temeríais que contuviese algo terrible, como veneno o cristal hecho añicos?

Colette picked up a piece of the bread and stared at it suspiciously. "This toast feels raw," she said. "Is it safe to eat raw toast?" "Of course not," Hugo said. "I bet that baby is trying to poison us." "Actually

Busheney," Sunny said, which meant something along the lines of, "You're an evil man with no concern whatsoever for other people.

If I had learnt nothing else from my study of the methods of the three great men sitting near me, I had learnt this, that they would eventually pick out the one person I had not suspected. So I followed the simple plan of suspecting everyone. I was determined not to be surprised.

He's got good reason to worry," said Del Rio. "Whoever killed Shelby got in and out of the house with the skill of a Beverly Hills proctologist. I'm looking into contract killers. I've got a couple of leads. We're going to break this one, Jack.

The minute Bigs hired you, I knew you'd make trouble." "I'm a detective," I replied. "Trouble is my business.

An unhappy woman with access to weed killer had to be watched carefully.

Her own mother lived the latter years of her life in the horrible suspicion that electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house.

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

She did not really like her. She would not be in a hurry to find fault, but she suspected that there was no elegance, ease, but not elegance... Her person was rather good; her face not unpretty; but neither feature nor air, nor voice, nor manner were elegant.

It was now some years since Anne had begun to learn that she and her excellent friend could sometimes think differently; and it did not surprise her, therefore, that Lady Russell should see nothing suspicious or inconsistent, nothing to require more motives than appeared, in Mr Elliot's great desire of a reconciliation.

Such extreme and perpetual cautiousness of word and manner, such a dread of giving a distinct idea about any body, is apt to suggest suspicions of there being something to conceal.

one half of her should not be always so much wiser than the other half, or always suspecting the other of being worse than it was.

and yet, it was not in her nature to question the veracity of a young man of such amiable appearance as Wickham.

My dear Lizzy, where can you have been walking to? was a question which Elizabeth received from Jane as soon as she entered their room, and from all the others when they sat down to table. She had only to say in reply, that they had wandered about, till she was beyond her own knowledge. She coloured as she spoke; but neither that, nor anything else, awakened a suspicion of the truth. The evening

So it was with Vigdis' neighbors. Folk recalled how fat she was, how proud, though only the daughter of a cowman, and how niggardly. Serving boys had been beaten for taking a bit of honey, and neighbors had been summoned before the Thing on suspicion of hay stealing or sheep stealing, when anyone could see that the hay had only been used up, and the sheep had only been lost in the hills above the steading.

A man whose axe was missing suspected his neighbor's son. The boy walked like a thief, looked like a thief, and spoke like a thief. But the man found his axe while he was digging in the valley, and the next time he saw his neighbor's son, the boy walked, looked, and spoke like any other child.

There's a small possibility that I might be a murder suspect Stephanie

That's one of the things I like about Mary Lou. She's willing to believe the worst about anyone.

Rule three, never underestimate nosy neighbors. Mrs. Rupp called and wanted to know why you were standing in the alley, looking into her windows, and she was wondering if she should call the police. I explained it was most likely *my* windows you were looking in and reminded her that *I* was the police, so she needn't bother with another phone call.

I carted the basket into my bedroom, set it on the floor, and my cell phone rang. 'Bitch,' Joyce Barnhardt said when I answered. 'Do you have a problem?' 'You poisoned me.' 'I don't know what you're talking about.' 'Don't play dumb. You knew exactly what you were doing when you forced that pork on me.' 'Gee, I'd really like to talk to you, Joyce, but I have to go do something.' 'I'll get you for this. As soon as I can leave the bathroom.