The girl was kind in a special way; when you spoke to her, she seemed to stop thinking of whatever she been thinking and listened to you altogether.
My very revered father, I am beginning to think that – Well, there’s little peace in this world for a quiet book-loving man.
Now, now,” said Ellery with a smile. “Surely that’s overheated imagination, Jenny? I thought ghosts are indigenous only to old English castles.
There’s no wonderment left in the real world any longer. Or rather, everything is so wonderful the wonder’s gone out of it.
For remember always the maxim: He who would know right must first know wrong!
Money’s the root of all evil,” retorted the Inspector with a grin. Ellery’s tone did not change. “Not only the root, Dad – but the fruit, too.