Quotes About Inspector

A few years I discovered this wonderful device which boosts my productivity enormously. Fortunately, it comes in handy pint-sized glasses and is called beer." "I figured no one is going to be dumb enough to break into the house of the local police inspector.

From what I've read of detective stories, inspectors always do want to drag the pond first.

The encounter did not leave behind with Chief Inspector Heat that satisfactory sense of superiority the members of the police force get from the unofficial but intimate side of their intercourse with the criminal classes, by which the vanity of power is soothed, and the vulgar love of domination over our fellow creatures is flattered as worthily as it deserves.

two officers introduced themselves as Detective Inspector Stratford and Senior Constable Moorhouse

Inspector Slack had been abominably and most unnecessarily rude. I was looking forward to a moment when I could produce my valuable contribution and effect his discomfiture. I would then say in a tone of mild reproach: "If you had only listened to me, Inspector Slack….

Activity was always to Inspector Slack's taste. To rush off in a car, to silence rudely those people who were anxious to tell him things, to cut short conversations on the plea of urgent necessity. All this was the breath of life to Slack.

With more insight into the English character, I poured out a stiff whisky and soda and placed it in front of the gloomy inspector.

But it is beautiful, my friend," said Hercule Poirot with admiration. "So clear—so beautifully clear." "You sound as if you were talking about soup," grumbled the inspector. "It may be Consommé to you—but to me there's a good deal of thick Mock Turtle about it still.

Com maior percepção do caráter inglês, servi uma forte dose de uísque com soda e coloquei-a na frente do desditado inspetor.

It was a crowd of people almost too surprised for words that crowded round Emily Trefusis. Inspector Narracott had led his prisoner from the room. Charles Enderby found his voice first.

Vaguely reminiscent of a large bumblebee, Chief-Inspector Fred Davy wandered around the confines of the Criminal Investigation Department, humming to himself.

Why, if it isn't Mr. Poirot!" cried the Inspector. He turned to the other man. "You've heard me speak of Mr. Poirot? It was in 1904 he and I worked together — the Abercrombie forgery case — you remember, he was run down in Brussels. Ah, those were great days, moosier.

He saw the alarm grow in the dark eyes. Mr. Dubois did not like the appearance of an inspector of the CID. He didn't like it at all.

She sobbed in a manner that was almost convincing. Inspector Neele watched her respectfully for a moment or two.

Information seemed to be bombarding him from all sides, and he wanted to get it all arranged in a straight line. To separate the useless data from that which was relevant to the case, and then to decide upon the main thrust of the investigation—those were the official duties of the detective chief inspector.

I've grown up around that sort of petty crime, getting into trouble and trying to get out of it. What's funny is my dad was an inspector in the police, so I was known as the grass.

Complete destruction," agreed the inspector. "And all because of some hothead – appropriate term, we're thinking – getting hysterical and setting fire to just one house in the street." "At least it has allayed your reports of vampires," said Stoker. The inspector snorted. "Vampires! We knew there was no such thing right from the start." "And yet you were not prepared to enter the house and prove it," I said.

It kept Mom on high alert and I worried sometimes that their marriage had become the sort Inspector Javert might have had with Jean Valjean.

He did his best to explain this to Inspector Sloan afterwards. 'A funny feeling, sir.' 'Yes?' Funny feelings were not encouraged at Berebury Police Station.

Well, the IG's role is to find facts, not to necessarily make conclusions.

For nine months of the year Inspector Cramer of Homicide, big and broad and turning gray, looked the part well enough, but in the summertime the heat kept his face so red that he was a little gaudy.

His left eyebrow crept higher and higher as I told him the strange bits like the glowing letters and serpent staff. Well, Sadie, Inspector Williams said. You've got quite an imagination. I'm not lying, Inspector. And I think your eyebrow is trying to escape. He tried to look at his own eyebrows, then scowled.

One of the more interesting things I learned from my first job as a foundation inspector was that preparing a building site means carting the topsoil off to a landfill. Sometimes the fine topsoil was sold as fill for use in other projects. Completely paved, Silicon Valley won't feed anyone again for the foreseeable future.

Her narrow silhouette and the nuggets of antique silver on her wrists fascinate and perturb him. But the little girl?He'd show the princess the back of his hand and make her yelp. The Inspector's shoes press angrily into the gravel path as he walks to his car.