Quotes About Intrigue

set on having their day in court and pressed for Caesar's early recall.

This development has been presented as leaving Livia and her sons, Tiberius and Drusus, out in the cold.

THE GREAT-UNCLE 48–47 B.C.

He placed confidence in a senior Parthian defector, who was in fact spying for his king.

Phroso made no comment on this; and the moment I had said it I heard a voice below, a voice I knew very well. 'What's the ladder here for, my friend?' it asked. 'It enables one to ascend or descend, my lord,' answered Kortes's grave voice, without the least touch of irony.

He looked from the phone to the unconscious figure of the Salesman. "What did you do to him?" he asked. "He got the wrong number," Alex said.

What were you going to do with it?" McCain asked. "I just thought it might come in useful." "Were you planning to attack me?" "No. But that's a good idea.

As far as I'm concerned, you can't beat a good whodunnit: the twists and turns, the clues and the red herrings and then, finally, the satisfaction of having everything explained to you in a way that makes you kick yourself because you hadn't seen it from the start.

There are many things in life that cannot be explained.

You couldn't trust anyone or anything that belonged to the world of espionage.

The CIA agent looked more dead than alive. Alex wondered if he had been hit, but there was no sign of any blood. Perhaps he was in shock.

In just about every other book I can think of, we're chasing on the heels of our heroes - the spies, the soldiers, the romantics, the adventurers. But we stand shoulder to shoulder with the detective.

I've watched every episode of Poirot and Midsomer Murders on TV. I never guess the ending and I can't wait for the moment when the detective gathers all the suspects in the room and, like a magician conjuring silk scarves out of the air, makes the whole thing make sense.

It was quite elementary,' returned the detective with a languid gesture of one hand.

You'd have thought that after twenty years editing murder mysteries I'd have noticed when I found myself in the middle of one.

said. "Who are you? Was my uncle working for you? Did you kill him?" "So many questions," Crawley muttered. "But I'm afraid we're not authorized to give you the answers." The second man lifted his hand and Alex saw that he was holding a gun. He stood up behind the desk, holding the file as if to protect himself. "No…" he began. The man

One car behind him. Two more ahead. The plane was now in

As Leo had said to me, none of us knew what our crime was, but reading the book was certainly a punishment. The

It felt strange. I was about to read one murder mystery while sitting inside another.

Je l'entends toujours. Alors que je repose mon stylographe et que je me dirige vers mon lit, je perçois l'archet qu'on tire sur le chevalet, et la musique qui s'élève dans le ciel nocturne. C'est lointain et à peine audible - mais c'est là! Un pizzicato. Un trémolo. Le style est impossible à à confondre avec un autre. C'est Sherlock Holmes. ll faut que ce soit lui. J'espère que c'est pour moi qu'il joue...

The computer, however, had been authorized to receive the message, and Yassen saw three words. KILL ALEX RIDER They were exactly what he had expected.

Well, I'm investigating a murder and now a woman has gone missing, so I wasn't exactly waiting for an invitation,' Hawthorne replied.

As far as I'm concerned, you can't beat a good whodunnit: the twists and turns, the clues and the red herrings and then, finally, the satisfaction of having everything explained to you in a way that makes you kick yourself because you hadn't seen it from the start.

It was the week before my sixteenth birthday when the boy fell out of the door. Is that a good start?