the relationship between the two men was something of a miracle in itself. It was a cordiality based, apparently, on complete non-comprehension cemented by a deep mutual respect for the utterly unknown. No two men saw less eye to eye and the result was unexpected harmony, as if a dog and a fish had mysteriously become friends and were proud each of the other's remarkable dissimilarity to himself.

the old fellow seemed to spot deceit as if it reeked like a goat.

I believe that an author who cannot control her characters is, like a mother who cannot control her children, not really fit to look after them.

Chemists employed by the police can do remarkable things with blood. They can weave it into a rope to hang a man.

There are, fortunately, very few people who can say that they have actually attended a murder.

A great deal has been written about the forthrightness of the moderns shocking the Victorians, but there is no shock like the one which the forthrightness of the Victorians can give a modern.

It was a little skirmish across a century.