The Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery Quotes

“At HQ, meantime, the Dispatcher of Inspectors is cackling hatefully as he cuddles his Bradshaw's Railway Guide, for the train the inspectors will catch at Victoria has a restaurant car but it is too late for what British Rail jestingly calls "breakfast" and too early for a life-giving drink. Heh, heh! At Eastbourne, they [the bank inspectors] stamp into the bank's Market Street branch, flourishing many a dread credential and reciting an Ogden Nash-like poem which goes after this fashion:
Keys,
Please.
Then they glance swiftly around to observe which cashier has gone green about the gills, which teller is slipping his pocket-money back into the petty-cash box and feeding the racing pages of the Daily Mirror into the shredding machine, which assistant manager is sidling out in the general direction of Gatwick Airport.”
― Kyril Bonfiglioli, The Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery

“Stiskl jsem zvonek, a když se objevil Jock, požádal jsem ho o kostku. Odpověděl, že nic takového doma nemáme a už nemá smysl pro nějakou posílat, protože každý slušný prodavač kostek už stáhl roletu a v zavřeném krámě se mucká s manželkou. A tak byla ta kostka, do níž jsem zestručnil a zaobalil svou odpověď v podobě NE, ryze abstraktní.”
― Kyril Bonfiglioli, The Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery