The Circular Staircase Quotes

“People that trust themselves a dozen miles from the city, in strange houses, with servants they don't know, needn't be surprised if they wake up some morning and find their throats cut.”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Circular Staircase

“Gradually I found that my name signed to a check was even more welcome than when signed to a letter,”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Circular Staircase

“No one moved to get the whisky, from which I judged there were three pocket flasks ready for emergency.”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Circular Staircase

“I stirred my tea angrily.”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Circular Staircase

“There is a sort of melancholy pleasure to be had out of a funeral, with its pomp and ceremony, but I shrank from a death-bed.”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Circular Staircase

“And there are no pockets in shrouds!”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Circular Staircase

“THIS IS THE STORY OF how a middle-aged spinster lost her mind, deserted her domestic gods in the city, took a furnished house for the summer out of town, and found herself involved in one of those mysterious crimes that keep our newspapers and detective agencies happy and prosperous. For twenty years I had been perfectly comfortable; for twenty years I had had the window-boxes filled in the spring, the carpets lifted, the awnings put up and the furniture covered with brown linen; for as many summers I had said good-by to my friends, and, after watching their perspiring hegira, had settled down to a delicious quiet in town, where the mail comes three times a day, and the water supply does not depend on a tank on the roof.”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Circular Staircase

“This is the story of how a middle-aged spinster lost her mind, deserted her domestic gods in the city, took a furnished house for the summer out of town, and found herself involved in one of those mysterious crimes”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Circular Staircase

“There was no laudanum and Liddy made a terrible fuss when I proposed carbolic acid, just because I had put too much on the cotton once and burned her mouth.”
― Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Circular Staircase