He'd Rather Be Dead Quotes

“Evenin’ folks. This is Sid Simmons and His Hot Dogs broadcastin’ to you from the Winter Gardens, Westcombe. Our first number’s a cute arrangement of a waltz by Brahms and Mick’s goin’ to sing you the words, ‘I’ve got a Hornet in my Cornet, Baby,’ … Okay boys. Give ’em the works…”
― George Bellairs, He'd Rather Be Dead

“he didn’t know the difference between a Plymouth Brother and a Plymouth Rock.”
― George Bellairs, He'd Rather Be Dead

“those in the body of the hall danced. There seemed to be thousands of them. Littlejohn had never seen anything like it. From his viewpoint it looked as if you couldn’t throw a penny between any pair. Shuffling languidly, many hardly moving, but just rolling and swaying, others with heads askew and buried deep in their shoulders and with hindquarters rhythmically rotating, this great amorphous mass looked like the contents of a drop of pond water viewed under a microscope. Twirling, wriggling, revolving or oozing dreamily. A shot from a René Clair camera, showing heads going round and round.”
― George Bellairs, He'd Rather Be Dead

“Littlejohn’s instructions were brief and to the point. Sir Gideon Ware, Mayor of Westcombe, has been poisoned. The Chief Constable’s got the jitters and wants our help. You’d better go and look after him. The sea air will do you good.”
― George Bellairs, He'd Rather Be Dead