Is she a very clever little actress, acting a part? Or is she a genuine semi-moronic suicidal victim?

I am not one to rely upon the expert procedure. It is the psychology I seek, not the fingerprint or the cigarette ash.

With more insight into the English character, I poured out a stiff whisky and soda and placed it in front of the gloomy inspector.

Downstairs in the lounge, by the third pillar from the left, there sits an old lady with a sweet, placid, spinsterish face and a mind that has plumbed the depths of human iniquity and taken it all as in the day's work....where crime is concerned, she's the goods.

The trouble is, that this sort of things once it starts, grows.

Marriage, I have always held, is a serious affair, to be entered into only after long deliberation and forethought, and suitability of tastes adn inclinations is the most important consideration.

As life goes on it becomes tiring to keep up the character you invented for yourself, and so you relapse into individuality and become more like yourself everyday.