The Whole Thing Was Like A Nine-month

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.

There's Nothing So Dangerous For Anyone Who Has Something To Hide As Conversation.

God Bless My Soul, Woman, The More Personal You Are The Better! This Is A Story Of Human Beings - Not Dummies! Be Personal - Be Prejudiced - Be Catty - Be Anything You Please! Write The Thing Your Own Way. We Can Always Prune Out The Bits That Are Libellous Afterwards!

... Evil Was, Perhaps, Necessarily Always More Impressive Than Good.

Unless You Are Good At Guessing, It Is Not Much Use Being A Detective.