Clouds Of Witness Quotes
"Contrast is life. Corsica—Paris—then London … Good morning, Bunter."
"They say, my lord, there's nothing like having a personal interest."
"The picking up of first editions at sales afforded insufficient exercise for a man of thirty-three."
"There's no business to leave him on his own, you know; he always gets into mischief."
"The human frame is not very thoughtfully constructed for this sleuthhound business."
"If one could go on all-fours, or had eyes in one's knees, it would be a lot more practical."
"He impressed me as knowing about everything there was to know."
"Imagination isn't Gerald's strong point."
"It’s an uncommonly pretty little case, on its merits, and I’m going to put some damn good work into it."
"I’ve always maintained that obliging criminals who strew their tracks with little articles of personal adornment were an invention of detective fiction for the benefit of the author."
"How’s Mary?" asked Lord Peter, coming suddenly into the firelight.
"Don’t you think she’d be better if she got up an’ came downstairs a bit?" suggested Wimsey.
"Wish I could write at the rate people do on the cinema," he added, scribbling rapidly as he spoke.
"That seems to strike a chord," said Lord Peter musingly.
You forget; poor girl," said the Duchess, "she was engaged to Captain Cathcart.
"I wouldn’t suggest such a thing to a woman, my lord. It goes to their heads, if I may say so."
"For instance, now, here’s a stain on the hem of this skirt, just at the bottom of the side-seam."
"See here, Wimsey," said the barrister, "you are not a fool, and it’s no use trying to look like a country policeman."
"You are really trying to find this man?"
"You can give it a long name if you like, but I call it mother-wit."
"It's human blood, Charles, and I'm afraid it's Cathcart's."
"He is dead, and by my hand. It were better that I were dead myself, for the guilty wretch I am."
"I haven’t come yet to the unpleasantest bit of the lot."
"My dear child, you can give it a long name if you like, but I’m an old-fashioned woman and I call it mother-wit."
"It’s so rare for a man to have it that if he does you write a book about him and call him Sherlock Holmes."
"I’ll have the truth of this beastly business if we all go to the gallows together!"
"The nerve of men like Quangle & Hamper has not its fellow in the universe."
"Well, Bunter—oh, lord! there’s a reporter! Hide me, quick!"
"The winder h’under which we stand is called the Seven Sisters of York."
"Well," said his lordship, "suppose you look for Bone, and come and report progress to me in a couple of hours’ time."
"Then woorms will coom an ate thee oop On Ilkla’ Moor bar t’at."
"Look here, old thing," said Lord Peter, "d’you mind not talkin’ quite so loud."
"Excuse me, sir, but ’aven’t I seen your fice somewhere?"
"That memorial," said Lord Peter. "I choose to call it ‘Meribah.’ "
"Never perhaps has it been possible so clearly to prove the innocence of any accused person as in the case of my noble client."
"Evidence secured. Leaving tonight with Air Pilot Grant."
"You never know. I suppose I’d better light a fire in his bedroom."
"I have the opportunity to see them in my business."
"She collects letters to blackmail people—oh, yes, I know!"
"Goodbye, my dear—oh, Simone, my darling, my darling, goodbye."
"The letter is in French. We shall have to swear an interpreter."
"My lords, it is your happy privilege to restore to his grace the Duke of Denver these traditional symbols of his exalted rank."
"I knew you could not but be unfaithful to me."