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“When somebody’s too smooth like he is, then somebody else is going to get the rough of it I always say.”
― Heron Carvic, Picture Miss Seeton

“Quite. Well., I haven't met the lady myself, but before she came we just had nice quiet larcenies, dopings, muggings, and the like. But since her arrival, it's been shootings, abductions, and now murders--the lot. I suppose you wouldn't like to take her back to London with you and give us all a rest?”
― Heron Carvic, Picture Miss Seeton

“I’m sorry if I seemed a little abrupt when you first arrived, but my housekeeper is out shopping and I was working”—she gestured towards the typewriter and the litter of papers on the desk—“and one gets immersed. It’s so difficult to switch one’s concentration. Particularly,�� she smiled apologetically, and put her hand to her head, “when one has an extremely bad headache.�� “I’m so sorry. How dreadful for you,�� sympathised Miss Seeton. “Shouldn’t you lie down? But what a curious coincidence.�� She opened her bag and began to hunt in it. “I was given something for a headache only this morning. It’s in here somewhere. I’m most unlikely to use them as I don’t care for taking drugs myself.�� “Why not? Who’s not caring about taking drugs?�� Both women turned at the interruption. Mrs. Venning went quickly to the door. “Angela, what are you doing down here? Go back to your room.�� “Oh, don’t be so fud. What gives? What’s that”
― Heron Carvic, Picture Miss Seeton

“chapter”
― Heron Carvic, Picture Miss Seeton

“Available”
― Heron Carvic, Picture Miss Seeton

“about these matters. One read that people abroad did frequently get emotional and kill each other. Probably the heat. Miss Seeton stepped aside to avoid a pile of crates. She peered at them. Seville oranges. How interesting. Spain. Such”
― Heron Carvic, Picture Miss Seeton

“something . . .�� So colorful. Not romantic—no, one couldn’t call it that; if anything perhaps a trifle sordid. Carmen, herself, for instance, no better than she should be. In fact, if one were frank, worse. And the other girl, the young one; it was difficult to feel sorry for her. Her”
― Heron Carvic, Picture Miss Seeton

“I mean it, it’s another gap in your education. Until you can learn to understand her, you’ll get nowhere as a detective. She’s everybody’s conscience, Bob—the universal maiden aunt, cousin or sister. Humanity’s backbone. Throughout history, she’s gone to the stake for you again and again; not with any sense of heroism, but as a matter of principle and because it would never occur to her to do anything else.”
― Heron Carvic, Picture Miss Seeton

“Not to say surprise no. Too smooth by half I’ve always thought him.”
― Heron Carvic, Picture Miss Seeton