Quotes About Doakes

Doakes made a kind of gurgling sound that might have been laughter, and Hood nodded as if a thought was actually forming in his bony head. "You think," he said. "Yes, I do," I said. "And it really doesn't hurt; you should try it sometime." Hood

Era consolador saber que hasta Doakes necesitaba dormir de vez en cuando. O tal vez había pensado que alguien que acababa de comprometerse merecía un poco de intimidad. Como yo le conocía bien, esto no era probable. Era más probable que le hubieran elegido Papa y hubiera tenido que volar al Vaticano.

Por lo visto, el sargento Doakes había olvidado que debía seguirme, porque me ganó la carrera hasta la furgoneta por unos buenos veinte metros.

But car windows are made of safety glass. They do not shatter into shards. They explode into a pile of small pebbles, and it would take a great deal of ingenuity to use them to kill Doakes, unless I could persuade him to eat them. That didn't seem likely, so with a philosophical shrug, I stopped cranking the window and returned the good sergeant's stare. "Was there something else?" I asked politely. Sergeant