Quotes About Intrigue

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Oh, the floozy. Now she's worried about her gaping neckline? Weston ignored Molly and drew Rosa's attention back to their

But of Marcus Felstead there was no sign. Pascoe had pulled into the Club car park close behind the Evanses' car. He had not got out immediately, but sat and watched the broad Welshman and his wife pick their way carefully over the already frosted surface towards the club-house.

There is something of the ghoul in the page-swallower and of the novel-reader in the stroller through cemeteries.

Un homme sans défauts est une montagne sans crevasses. Il ne m'intéresse pas.

The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.

Masked, I advance.

Most people get excited over new cars; I get excited over death certificates. It's no wonder my husband worries about my state of mind.

As long as I live I'll never forget the time he had a bank president pinched, or rather I did, on no evidence whatever except that the fountain pen on his desk was dry. I was never so relieved in my life as when the guy shot himself an hour later.

As I trotted down the hall, Fritz was holding the street door open and three people were entering in the shape of a sandwich – a dick, Zorka, and another dick.

Being a lover of beauty, I permitted myself occasional glances at her profile, and observed that her chin was even better from that angle than from the front. Of course there was an off chance that she was a murderess, but you can't have everything

Since the phone conversation was none of my business, I stood and listened to it, and gathered that someone named Philip had better put in an appearance by five o'clock or else.

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What?' Cramer's eyes widened. 'Where the hell does Shepherd come in?' 'I don't know. Archie doesn't like him, and I have learned that it is always quite possible that anyone he doesn't like may be a murderer.

Mysteries are like cayenne for the brain. The senses do pick up. Who was Jack the Ripper? Who killed Judge Crater? How did I burn through my paycheck so fast? Such questions can intrigue or infuriate, but the mind snaps to attention. from the Introduction

He broke off and glanced at me because a knock sounded at the door. I lifted from my chair and started across, but it opened before I got there and two men entered.

Viola Duday herded Sarah Jaffee to a far corner for a tête-à-tête.

The best my head could do was let in a wild idea about the four of them taking turns with the window pole, presumably with Mrs. Demarest along to keep count of the jabs.

I had a classics professor at the University of Illinois who after giving a reading assignment said, with genuine emotion, "Oh, to be reading Boethius for the first time." And so I say to you, "Oh, to be reading a Nero Wolfe mystery for the first time." —Stuart M. Kaminsky

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It is impossible for any Sherlock Holmes story not to have at least one marvelous scene. [ An Invitation to Learning , January 1942]

Lady Pamela Sutton stared at the dreary government-issued posters on the wall of her small cubicle in Hut 3.

When I awoke the next morning I looked out at a landscape blotted out by mist and the first thought that came to me was, I wonder who is going to be killed today?

A body? Of a person? Dead?" "Bodies usually are. And this one was very dead indeed.