Death in Room Five Quotes

“affair”
― George Bellairs, Death in Room Five

“A small fair man with a little moustache smeared across his upper lip,”
― George Bellairs, Death in Room Five

“She’s fond of fish. Can’t see much in ’em myself. Jest swimming round and round. Can’t even bark or anythin’ to guard the ’ouse.”
― George Bellairs, Death in Room Five

“Her husband was far from a nonentity to her; she obviously thought the world of him. A happily married couple, content with each other”
― George Bellairs, Death in Room Five

“And there she was, mutton dressed up as lamb, tall and slim and pallid-looking through dieting to keep her figure, and her hair dyed and her face painted to make her look younger.”
― George Bellairs, Death in Room Five

“I wouldn’t drink too much Pernod if I were you, Tom. Have a cup of tea instead.’ His wife seemed to read his thoughts. ‘Too much of it isn’t good for you. They passed a law in France against absinthe drinking because it drove people mad and was bad for the birth-rate, and then people started drinking Pernod, which is very potent if you take too much. I heard that a man who’d drunk seven Pernods the other week, undressed himself stark naked on the promenade here, and thought he was at home in his bedroom. When the gendarme interfered the man accused him of stealing his pyjamas.’ ‘Good Lord! Who’s been educating you?’ ‘It was a man I met in the Post Office while you were in Cannes.”
― George Bellairs, Death in Room Five

“and Sir Bowley, your famous film producer, is living there…’ Dorange apparently specialised in English nonentities.”
― George Bellairs, Death in Room Five

“the hum of the distant traffic, with the militant horns of the motorists blaring now and then at one another.”
― George Bellairs, Death in Room Five

“The two men were standing patiently in the hall. The usual. Littlejohn understood. The kind one saw on conducted tours. Both had Englishman written all over them. A bit shy and a bit suspicious, bothered by the currency and the language, working out the sterling equivalent of the labels on goods in the shops for the benefit of their wives, and now and then touching their passports in their inside pockets to make sure they were safe. Littlejohn was the same himself and his heart warmed to them.”
― George Bellairs, Death in Room Five

“Chief Inspector Littlejohn, the famous Scotland Yard detective, and his wife have just arrived on holiday at La Reserve, Juan-les-Pins. It appeared sandwiched between a paragraph about a man who had bought a villa at Bormes-les-Mimosas and moved in with a large retinue, and another about an acrobat who had murdered his mistress and then cut his own throat. ‘That’s torn it,’ said Littlejohn when he read it. ‘There’ll be an outbreak of crime right away.”
― George Bellairs, Death in Room Five