Quotes About Mystery

He hadn't complained to anybody. Even Madame Maigret didn't know why he had fallen into disgrace and been transferred to Luçon. This was the hidden face of the profession, of no concern to those outside.

The most remarkable thing was that Maigret already believed him! It was as if he were under a spell in this silent house where nothing could be heard but the crackling of the logs and where, during the silences, you were aware of the distant murmur of the sea.

Oh, by the way, while I was having a glass of your delicious gueuze beer, I spotted a crook…

Everyone was watching Maigret. Children followed him, one of them imitating his heavy gait.

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How very odd, to be sure!' 'What is?' She walked on, her brow a little furrowed. 'Wishing to kiss someone you never saw before in your life. It seems quite mad-brained to me, besides showing a sad want of particularity.

What is your name? Again sir, that is no concern of yours. A mystery, he said. I shall have to call you Clorinda. ..... Judith! What the devil? exclaimed Peregrine. Has there been an accident? Judith, repeated the gentleman of the curricle pensively. I prefer Clorinda.

That Fish of yours is queer in her attic.' 'Freddy, she is not!' Must be. Dash it, wouldn't write to you about Henry VIII if she wasn't! Stands to reason.

Do you have a husband concealed about you?

I may have said that I wanted to have an adventure, replied Miss Thane. But I never said that I wanted to be murdered in my bed.

She walked home', explained Sir Roland. 'We were walking home, weren't we? Very well, then. She walked home. Passed Lethbridge's house. Went in. Hit him on the head with the poker. Came out. Met us in the street. There you are. Plain as a pikestaff.' 'Well, I don't know,' said the Viscount. 'Seems queer to me.

One or two of the villagers have seen it, too, though not as clearly as he did. Old Buttermere said it was a white thing, that glided over the ground, and vanished into the shrubbery.' 'And a very good place for it to vanish, too,' said Hugo, wholly unimpressed. 'Give me a sheet, and a night without too much moonlight, and I'll engage to do the same!

Simplicity was abhorrent to his lordship; he revelled in a net-work of intrigue; he loved to accomplish the impossible.

You have had Ravenscar murdered, and hidden his body in my cellar! uttered her ladyship, sinking into a chair. We shall all be ruined! I knew it! My dear ma'am it is no such thing! Deborah said amused. He is not dead I assure you!

Nothing more likely,said Hannasyde. I've got to try and rattle him. It's him that'll do the rattling,said the Sergeant darkly. he's the nearest thing to a snake I've seen outside of the Zoo.

Upon her butler's announcing the arrival of Mr Ravenscar, Lady Mablethorpe, who had been dozing over a novel from the Circulating Library, sat up with a jerk, and raised a hand to her dishevelled cap.

I see, said Harding. And now will you try to tell me, Mrs Twining, exactly how you found Sir Arthur, when you went into the study, and what you dd? I found him dead, Inspector, she replied calmly.

There is a corpse somewhere on the road to town. Mr Fox does not wish it there. Remove it!

is a source of constant wonder to me how I came to have such a cork-brained parent. However, I have not the slightest reason to believe that my poor mother played him false. It must remain an enigma.

But as for Thaddeus Drybeck, words fail me!' The Inspector, placing no dependence on this statement, waited for her to continue.

Miss Thane turned her head to look up at Sir Tristram. 'I wish you will tell me what you did,' she said. 'You were not on the Brighton mail, were you? Is it possible that you rode here ventre à terre ?' 'No,' replied Sir Tristram. 'I came post.' Miss Thane seemed to abandon interest in his proceedings.

You've never been in a scrape yet but what it came about by accident. The thing is, no one else has these accidents.

Martin,' interrupted Gervase, 'why were you stunned, kept in durance vile, and finally rolled into a sand-pit?