Quotes About Detectives

I've played lots of law enforcement agents, and I do have friends that are in the bureau, in the DEA, and who are detectives and captains.

Women in mystery fiction were largely confined to little old lady snoops - amateur sleuths - who are nurses, teachers, whatever.

America has its own detectives. Some good ones, too. None as good as me, of course." "And that's the burden you bear with such humility.

At one point during the Holmes investigation Chicago's chief of police told a Tribune reporter he'd just as soon have a squad of reporters under his command as detectives.

Writers were like parasites, preying on other people's stress and misery. Objective observers like spies or detectives.

Two detectives worked on the crime-scene sketch.

Then we could collate all the possibles and go to work with the holy trinity of detectives everywhere: means, motive, opportunity. Means and opportunity wouldn't signify much. By definition nobody would be on the possibles list unless they had been proved to have opportunity. And everybody in the army was physically capable of swinging a tire iron or a crowbar against the back of an unsuspecting victim's head. It was probably a rough equivalent of the most basic entry requirement.

No te aconsejo leer a Poe, que inventó el relato plociaco y fue un gran poeta; ni a Conan Dpyle, el papá de Sherlock Holmes. ¿Sabes por qué? Porque sus dectectives son demasiados estrafalarios y cerebrales. No podrían resolver ni el caso más simple en nuestra caótica América Latina.

The sound of an English accent distracted her and lifted her spirits. She associated English accents with singing teapots, schools for witchcraft, and the science of deduction. This wasn't, she knew, terribly sophisticated of her, but she had no real guilt about it. She felt the English were themselves to blame for her feelings. They had spent a century relentlessly marketing their detectives and wizards and nannies, and they had to live with the results.

She felt the English were themselves to blame for her feelings. They had spent a century relentlessly marketing their detectives and wizards and nannies, and they had to live with the results. Her

She associated English accents with singing teapots, schools for witchcraft, and the science of deduction. This wasn't, she knew, terribly sophisticated of her, but she had no real guilt about it. She felt the English were themselves to blame for her feelings. They had spent a century relentlessly marketing their detectives and wizards and nannies, and they had to live with the results.

The man at the keyboard frowned. The green dot moved with the car, miles away. I watched the three detectives glued to the screen. This, I thought, is the police work of the future

Holmes is depressed. Poirot is vain. Miss Marple is brusque and eccentric. They don't have to be attractive. Look at Nero Wolfe who was so fat that he couldn't even leave his New York home and had to have a custom-made chair to support his weight!

Inspector Morse, Taggart, Lewis, Foyle's War, Endeavour, A Touch of Frost, Luther, The Inspector Lynley Mysteries, Cracker, Broadchurch and even bloody Maigret and Wallander –

You're joking. Inspector Morse, Taggart, Lewis, Foyle's War, Endeavour, A Touch of Frost, Luther, The Inspector Lynley Mysteries, Cracker, Broadchurch and even bloody Maigret and Wallander

Since the era of 'Sherlock Holmes,' private detectives had long been able to influence cases on their own. But the online detective, who had no sort of professional training or even long practice, is a purely modern phenomenon. The Internet changed everything by letting anyone become a self-appointed 'expert' on a case.

Frank and Joe briefly told the officer on duty they might have a lead and dashed off to their car. They soon reached New Street, where most of the old-fashioned houses had "Rooms for Rent" signs in windows. Number 49 was a large run-down mansion, set far back from the street. Frank and Joe climbed the high steps and rang the bell. A neatly dressed, middle-aged woman opened the door.

The young detectives arrived at their boathouse just as Chet came rumbling along in his father's farm truck. On the rear of it was an odd-shaped contraption hidden under a tarpaulin. Chet pulled up and hopped out. "Now for the unveiling!" he announced. "If you fellows were wearing hats, I'd tell you to hold onto them real tight. You're in for a whale of a treat!

After explaining that they would try to find a glove of similar manufacture, Frank and Joe left.

Big stone house," Joe answered. "Slate roof. Stands back from the road a way. Nobody's been living there for some time, though." "You're observant," the banker commented. For a moment he was silent, as if trying to make a decision. He pulled nervously at his hatbrim. "Okay, boys," he said finally. "You want to be detectives. Take a look around there on your hike.

After lunch the boys set off in their convertible for the Greenville Museum. It was a small building at an intersection of two roads at the edge of town. The main entrance was on one road, with a tall hedge in front of the building. Extensive grounds stretched to the rear on the side road, along which ran a high iron picket fence. Frank parked alongside the hedge, and the young detectives strode through a gate to the spacious lawn at the back.

Yes. I did more research than I ever wanted to and saw some things I wish I didn't. I went on ride-alongs, spent time with Homicide, Cold Case, and SVU detectives, hung out in subways learning how to spot pervs and pick-pockets, viewed an autopsy, went to a police firing range, and witnessed court cases and I read, read, read.

The few detectives working the cases complained of the same things the "Ted" Task Force had hated: sitting in a stuffy, cramped office; sorting through mountains of paper, tips, and notes; trying to find the common denominators that might lead them to a suspect they could interrogate.

As you are aware," he went on, "police officers do not always see through the elaborate screens set up by these medical practitioners who are so contemptuous of the laws of God and man. But I believe that detectives are equal to this challenge and I would like all of you to volunteer to serve as agents of the Society for the Suppression