There is no detective in England equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.
Many homicidal lunatics are very quiet, unassuming people. Delightful fellows.
One place is very like another.
I've got an uncle myself. Nobody should be held responsible for their uncles. Nature's little throwbacks - that's how I look at it.
There is something about conscious tact that is very irritating.
Jealousy, you know, is usually not an affair of causes. It is much more-how shall I say?-fundamental than that. Based on the knowledge that one's love is not returned. And so one goes on waiting, watching, expecting...that the loved one will turn to someone else.