He looked from the phone to the unconscious figure of the Salesman. "What did you do to him?" he asked. "He got the wrong number," Alex said.

For all men are equal at the moment of death and who are we to judge them when a much greater judge awaits?

Authors have odd relationships with their creations They owe their fame and fortune to their characters but feel enslaved by them.

Nice day for a funeral.

You'd better get onto MI6. They'll be in charge of security at the airport." "Of course." Sir Graham moved toward the door. He stopped and turned around. "And what happens if you're wrong?" he inquired. "What happens if these soccer players do somehow get killed?" Kellner shrugged. "At least we'll know what we're dealing with," he said. "And they lost every single one of their games while they were in Nigeria. I'm sure we can put together another team.

Show Holmes a drop of water and he would deduce the existence of the Atlantic. Show it to me and I would look for a tap. That was the difference between us.

I didn't set fire to the building." "No, but you did pull it into the river." "That put the fire out!