Moriarty (Horowitz’s Holmes, #2)

by Anthony Horowitz

Robert Pinkerton used to say that a lie was like a dead coyote. The longer you leave it, the more it smells.

If there were a dozen men in the room I would be the last to speak. That was my nature.

It seemed that there was nothing you could find here that was not expensive and very little that was actually necessary.

When the evidence leads to only one possible conclusion, the truth of it, no matter how unlikely, cannot be ignored.

But I will say this much in my own defence: they were not gentlemen. They were Americans.

For him to believe in me, I had to make him think that I believed in him.

And once again, I played fair with you, my reader. I stated that I was the first to re-enter the kitchen and that I was briefly alone. What I failed to mention was that it gave me time to slip a strong opiate into the curry that would be served for dinner.