Quotes About Intrigue

He Who Cannot Be Named is involved," I whispered. "Oh for shit's sake. This isn't Hogwarts," Aphrodite said.

And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him.

I mean, imagine how some unfortunate Master Criminal would feel, on coming down to do a murder at the old Grange, if he found that not only was Sherlock Holmes putting in the weekend there, but Hercule Poirot, as well. ~ Bertram Bertie Wooster

Has anybody ever seen a drama critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.

Mr Beach was too well bred to be inquisitive, but his eyebrows here not. 'Ah!' he said. '?', cried the eyebrows. '? ? ?' Ashe ignored the eyebrows. ... Mr Beach's eyebrows were still mutely urging him to reveal all, but Ashe directed his gaze at that portion of the room which Mr Beach did not fill. He was hanged if he was going to let himself be hypnotized by a pair of eyebrows into incriminating himself.

He looked haggard and careworn, like a Borgia who has suddenly remembered that he has forgotten to shove cyanide in the consommé, and the dinner-gong due any moment.

She came leaping towards me, like Lady Macbeth coming to get first-hand news from the guest-room.

There's no getting away from the fact that, if ever a man required watching, it's Steggles. Machiavelli could have taken his correspondence course.

If this is Upper Silesia, what on earth must Lower Silesia be like?

Fascination exists only in the imagination of the fascinated.

He wore the unmistakable look of a man about to be present at a row between women, and only a wet cat in a strange back yard bears itself with less jauntiness than a man faced by such a prospect.

must explain Henry early, to avoid disappointment. If I simply said he was a detective, and let it go at that, I should be obtaining the reader's interest under false pretences. He was really only a sort of detective, a species of sleuth. At Stafford's International Investigation Bureau, in the Strand

I simply said he was a detective, and let it go at that, I should be obtaining the reader's interest under false pretences. He was really only a sort of detective, a species of sleuth. At Stafford's International Investigation Bureau, in the Strand

I'm not much of a ladies' man, but on this particular morning it seemed to me that what I really wanted was some charming girl to buzz up and ask me to save her from assassins or something.

This woman always made Freddie feel as if he were being disembowelled by some clumsy amateur.

Lady Kimbuck's eyes gleamed. She took the package eagerly. She never lost an opportunity of reading compromising letters. She enjoyed them as literature, and there was never any knowing when they might come in useful.

He was conscious of a wish that he understood girls. Girls, in his opinion, were odd.

I say, said Jimmy, as they moved away, who is that fellow Wesson? Oh, a man, said Molly vaguely. There's no need to be fulsome, said Jimmy. He can't hear.

XVIII. THE LOCHINVAR METHOD XIX. ON THE LAKE XX. A LESSON IN PICQUET

Por que en las epocas oscuras se escribe con tinta invisible? Why in the darkest ages do they write with invisible ink?

Pulpos Oh pulpo, oh monje encarnizado la vibracion de tu atavio circula en la sal de la roca como un satanico desliz. Oh testimonio visceral, ramo de rayos congelados, cabeza de una monarquia de brazos y presentimientos: retrato del escalofrio, nube plural de lluvia negra.

Do you not see a threat in the bloody silk of the poppy? No ves en la seda sangrienta de la amapola una amenaza?

I don't believe for one moment that I killed him [...] But if I didn't, somebody else did. I must appoint myself Investigator. I must catch this malefactor, this pig. And if at any time it looks as if I am going to catch myself, I can always accept my resignation.

Wulfe leaned in. Where did you send Ms. Benoit? Disneyland. Who knows my connection to the Zetas? The US Marshall Service, SWAT, my dentist, Oprah--- How did you know we were coming? Clearly, someone tipped you off. That guy. Zach points with a jerk of his head toward of of Wulfe's minions. The man looked uncertainly at Wulfe, taking a step backward. He text me just before you stepped in the elevator.