Quotes About Detective

And keep your eye out, Mrs. Peters, for anything that might be of use. No telling; you women might come upon a clue to the motive—and that's the thing we need." Mr. Hale rubbed his face after the fashion of a show man getting ready for a pleasantry. "But would the women know a clue if they did come upon it?" he said; and, having delivered himself of this, he followed the others through the stair door.

His preliminarily interviews at the scene

The killer might do it again and then we could start to put things together. Leave our minds open, let what we know work its way round our brain. Some smart detective might pick up something.

I was still a novice at the caped crusader super-sleuth thing, but it didn't take a degree from the Sherlock Holmes Detective School to see exactly what had happened here. Alison had come home, put her lunch in the zapper, poured herself a beverage, turned on her computer and . . . vanished off the face of the earth.

Nate was back within a few minutes and sat in the armchair on the other side of the fireplace to his father, Rhoda had already seated herself on the sofa, while DS Shepherd remained standing. She had to withhold a smile at the thought they looked as if they were on the set of an Agatha Christie mystery, and the policeman was just about to reveal the name of the killer. They only needed a gardener, a maid and an eccentric aunt to complete the cast

I've always slightly preferred Spade to Marlowe, probably just because I thought Hammett was cooler than Chandler. He was leftwing, his name shortened to Dash rather than Ray, and he didn't smoke a pipe or like cats.

Charles Todd

Statistical analysis is the detective work that crafts the raw data into some meaningful conclusion.

I am a writer. I could not afford to take 15 months off from my writing career to play detective.

When I was working on a Victorian-era novel, to get in the mood, I read several historical novels set in approximately the same period and place, and really enjoyed the detective novels of John Dickson Carr.

I think there's part of me that's longing to play a Sherlock Holmes or sort of a House character, like a real detective. Like a real, moody detective. Like a real, sarcastic, mentally ill detective. I think it would be really fun to do something like that.

The old detective story that's got a really complicated motive doesn't apply to mine.

Bert swore, trousered his gun, and found a stub of pencil which he licked, then used to write down the car's number on his far-from-white cuff.

Thus she found herself in an office the size of a cupboard sitting opposite Detective-inspector Robinson. He looked quite pleased to see her—'Call me Jack, Miss Fisher, everyone does'—and offered her a cup of tea. Phryne had tasted police-station tea before, but accepted it anyway.

Kerry Greenwood

Tinkie had insisted on, and paid for, the frosted-glass door that said Delaney Detective Agency. Classic noir. The only classy thing about our digs.

Chuckling to herself, Nancy said aloud, "Romance and detective work won't mix tonight!

Ned said "Nancy Drew is the best girl detective in the whole world!" "Don't you believe him," Nancy said quickly. "I have solved some mysteries, I'll admit, and I enjoy it, but I'm sure there are many other girls who could do the same.

We could certainly use a detective. And I've got to hand it to you, Nancy - you sure can keep your head.

She always has close calls when she solves a mystery!

Nancy, an attractive titian blond, grinned up at her friend.

Put it in terms of the not-too-serious, if you like. Who got into that locked room? And how was it done? And why should the cup have been moved again? We're up against the essential detective problems of who, how, and why. Simply because there was no murder or near-murder, does that make the mystery one bit less baffling?

Gibbons wondered vaguely if he was becoming a morphine addict. He had certainly dosed himself into a stupid on account of the hideous pain resulting from the nurse's insistence that he get up and sit in a chair. He rather thought that being a drug addict would interfere with his career as a police detective, but that didn't seem to matter as much as it had a little while ago.

I hate this case,' stated Gibbons unequivocally. 'I don't know what really happened, I shall probably never know what really happened, and I shall still be a detective sergeant when I'm sixty.