Why Didn't They Ask Evans? Quotes
"I get worse every day," he muttered dejectedly.
"I know now what I’ve been doing," said Bobby—quite untruthfully.
"Nothing to be done," he said. "His number’s up, poor fellow."
"There’s nothing to be done for him, I suppose?" he asked.
"There’ll be no pain," he said. "No pain at all."
"What rotten luck there was in the world! A swirl of mist on a fine evening, a false step—and life came to an end."
"I’ve never approved of this garage project. Mere folly."
"It is after all, a great thing to be an Englishman. Honesty. That’s what we stand for."
"I suppose you’re just as capable of coming to a cocktail party and getting tight as any other of my friends."
"Nonsense. Not without knowing you. And if she didn’t know you, why leave money to a fourth son?"
"Not that I can remember," said Bobby with dignity.
"Well, I haven’t seduced a chemist’s daughter."
"It must be the man who was pushed over the cliff."
"Nonsense. Lunatics don’t wander about with unlimited supplies of morphia looking for odd bottles of beer to put it into."
"It’s a pleasing theory," said Bobby. "And it makes me feel important, but all the same, I don’t believe it’s much more than a theory."
"I don’t know whether morphia is so very romantic," said Bobby reminiscently.
"Then I’ll do my duty to the sick thoroughly."
"No, somebody pushed Pritchard over the cliff."
"I’m sure that cliff business had something to do with this."
"But you see, Frankie"—Bobby’s voice became very impressive—"this isn’t the photograph that I put back in the dead man’s pocket. . . ."
"Either there must have been two photographs—"
"The more murders they do, the more murders they want to do."
"No, I’m not. The Bentley’s no good for what I want it for."
"I’m made up pale," explained Frankie. "Ready for the concussion."
"It couldn’t be anyone else," said Bobby. "He was the only person who had the chance."
"The family ne’er-do-weel, she could not help thinking, contrasted very favourably with his heavy, serious-minded brother."
"If she knew she might have some influence," suggested Frankie.
"It’s a fact. There are ways, of course. If Henry would only consent to go in for a cure—there’s a place actually near here."
"That’s rather a hopeless point of view, isn’t it?"
"I must collect my ideas," thought Frankie, as she drew a comb through her thick dark hair.
"One point settled," thought Frankie. "Roger Bassington-ffrench was not in Wales on the day that Bobby was poisoned."
"She and Bobby had agreed that whoever had tried to put the latter out of the way must have easy access to morphia."
"There is time and space and infinite leisure—suitable conditions, you see, for development."
"He must have had a curious character—to turn his car before going to the rescue."
"You sound like a detective, Jasper," said Mrs. Nicholson.
"It was best that Mrs. Bassington-ffrench should know the truth."
"It’s quite all right. Everything’s going to be all right."
"I want to do the best I can for Sylvia—Sylvia and Tommy. God bless you both, my dears. Forgive me."
"It becomes a kind of obsession—people aren’t responsible for their actions."
"If you liked, Frankie, you could make anything you chose of a man."
"It’s a creepy sort of place, the Grange, full of queer customers."
"We mustn’t touch anything. There will have to be an inquest, of course."
"They gave her an opiate last night. She’s still asleep, I believe. Poor girl, I’m most terribly sorry for her. She was simply devoted to Henry."
"I suppose you’ll have to go. The inquest’s on Friday. I’ll let you know if you’re wanted for it. It all depends on the coroner."
"The amount of gossip and curiosity created by a suicide in a family she could imagine only too well."
"It’s a creepy place. I don’t wonder Moira gets the horrors here."
"Quite irrationally she felt afraid—as though she was here, in this sinister house, a prisoner."
"Unfortunately, my wife went away this morning."
"London, I imagine. Shops and theatres. You know the sort of thing."
"I believe in perfect liberty between husband and wife."
"What about it? She must be still alive, because of the disposing of the body and all that."
"You’d better go back to London. You suggested trying to trace the Caymans. Go on with that."
"No, she’s up. I think your chauffeur will now disappear."
"If there had been something suspicious about the way he met his death, his will would give a possible clue."
"I do not think that we can argue from that that he was necessarily of unsound mind when he made the will."
"It makes a lot of difference, Lady Frances. The conduct of an inquest is entirely in the hands of the coroner."
"The law may not regard it as such, but murder it was."
"These ocean trips are dangerous. Mr. Savage was clearly very much attracted."
"Mr. Savage was a hardheaded business man, and yet he was clearly as wax in this woman’s hands."
"Oh! that's all right. You couldn't have kept me out. I wanted to come in."
"I'm terribly afraid he will. He's so damnably efficient."
"It is possible—granted one thing: that Sylvia Bassington-ffrench is in it, too."
"All the people who seemed most all right are really all wrong—all the nice, everyday people."
"But this man tonight—his ears weren't like that."
"This is a very clever actor impersonating Nicholson."
"Very clever, my young friend. Extremely acrobatic."
"It seems almost incredible. A touch of the Houdini about you, my friend."
"Once you and Badger have got him down I'll join in and bite his ankles or something."
"My dear, you haven't any evidence. Positively none."
"I'm not prepared to take your word for that."
"Kind of you to mention it. If you want to know it does make me feel happier."
"You'd better be careful. We don't know how many of them there may be in the house."