I find it hard to believe that a lady like...’ Pertellis hesitated, and coughed. ‘There is something elevated in the female spirit that will always hold a woman back from the coldest and most vicious forms of villainy.’ ‘No, there isn’t,’ Miss Kitely said kindly but firmly, as she set a dish in his hand. ‘Drink your chocolate, Mr Pertellis.

We always find it difficult to forgive our heroes for being human.

Perhaps illnesses could be left behind, just like small, badly concealed china corpses.

If wits were pins, the man would be a veritable hedgehog.

Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept.

I want my chirfugging goose back!

Where is your sense of patriotism?" I keep it hid away safe, along with my sense of trust, Mr. Clent. I don't use 'em much in case they get scratched.