Quotes About Intrigue

He picks the lock of her dreams with her own hairpin.

I thought to myself that he contained a whole universe that I had yet to know

I was busy thinking about the mystery of expanding network of seemingly unasawerable questions.

It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not.

The great spectacle of human crookedness. It keeps coming at you from all sides, and whether you like it or not, it's the most interesting show in town.

In the good mystery there is nothing wasted, no sentence, no word that is not significant. And

Bu adam hiç kimse de?ilse mutlaka Fanshawe'dur.

We are not really spying, we're just satisfying our curiosity.

Sir John, once he

Suddenly de Montfort went rigid and the ciborium slipped from his hand, dashing the white hosts like snowflakes onto the altar steps. The man's hand went out, pointing at the king, his usually skull-like face now almost cadaverous, the skin drawn tight, the eyes bulging. Corbett rose, his hand searching for the knife beneath his cloak. De Montfort's mouth opened and shut like a landed carp, then with a loud cry he fell headlong down the steps, his

Number 18, Rue Dennequin.

the question falls within the penumbra of the detective's expertise.

I couldn't shake the feeling that Guy was more complicated than a good-ole-boy mango grower and Schein had more secrets than Freud's Wolf Man.

In Russia, everything is a secret, but nothing is a mystery.

The gunshot hit Nicolai Gorev squarely between the eyes. His head snapped back, then whipped forward, and he toppled face-first onto his desk.

Im being haunted by midgets. Heavy, determined, club wieldind midgets

Lust and the English make no sense to me.

The weird part was that Gin kind of wanted the woman to suspect that something was going on. The best part of being up to no good is when people know you're up to no good, but can't do a thing about it.

Taa will be dead, Mors will be disgraced, and we'll arrange for you to look the hero somehow. Moff Dray. Sounds good, no?" "I'll still be in your pocket," Belkor said. "But you'll be alive. And a Moff. That's better than the alternative." Belkor said nothing.

Little need be said here on the vexed question of the future of Charles Albert, Prince of Carignan, and on the plan of Charles Felix, aided and encouraged by Francis IV, Duke of Modena, to set aside the Prince in the order of succession in favor of his infant son, Victor Emmanuel II.

Women like Joe. They fall for him in that between-trains way.

If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on a wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it's not going to be fired, it shouldn't be hanging there.

When I turned to leave the groom to his work, I saw that D's ranch manager had been watching us. His name was Boy Long, and he was exotic-looking for these parts, with jet-black hair and a single gold hoop in one ear. His particular flair made me think of a pirate. "What's in the tincture?" he wanted to know. "Nothing unusual." He looked me up and down. "I don't believe you, but you can keep your secret." A

Though Kenya was vast, there was surprisingly little privacy in our colony. Everyone seemed to know everyone else's business, particularly when it was personal.