Downstairs in the lounge, by the third pillar from the left, there sits an old lady with a sweet, placid, spinsterish face and a mind that has plumbed the depths of human iniquity and taken it all as in the day's work....where crime is concerned, she's the goods.

Coffee in England always tastes like a chemistry experiment.

I suppose without curiosity a man would be a tortoise. Very comfortable life, a tortoise has.

Evil is not something superhuman, it's something less than human.

I would like it to be said that I was a good writer of detective and thriller stories.

Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!

Everybody always knows something," said Adam, "even if it's something they don't know they know.