M.R.C. Kasasian

Where are your clothes? And do not pretend you do not know. I can accept that you may not know if you killed a man, but every girl always knows where her clothes are.

We do not serve spirits to the ladies.''As you have probably guessed, I am not a lady

You are hiding something from me, I say and Sidney Grice shakes his head. 'No,' he tells me quietly. 'I am hiding a great many things'.

The poor, I am told, are kind to each other but that is because they have nothing to lose,' he said. 'The rich cannot afford to be.

And, as I lie in bed that night looking out into the starless sky, I think about that shadow on my guardian's face. The sadness has been there since the day I met Sidney Grice and I cannot imagine it will ever go away.

The criminal mind is perverted and convoluted but almost invariably unimaginative,'he said as Molly came out in a fluster

The best lies are always flavoured with the truth but if the substance is rotten, it will stink no matter how much you try to disguise it.