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Eli Hofstadter, Private Detective and Investigative services. I find
I love the color pink. It makes a bold statement.
I began wondering if there was some kind of Watsonian guide for the care and keeping of Holmeses.
Pink is you. Definitely your color.
pickled in formaldehyde and painted like a whore, / Shrimp-pink incorruptible, not lost or gone before.
I've been identified with pink throughout my career, but I'm not as crazy about it as I've led people to believe. My favorite colors are actually neutrals - black and white - but then who thinks of a movie queen in black and white? Everything has to be in living color.
THE RETURN OF SHERLOCK HOLMES
Her pink hair helped her cheerful act - hard to look sad with pink hair - even if her eyes were a little pink, too.
Her name is Coy. She's shy, and I found her in my pond.
She was thinking she needed to post a letter in the Lonely Hearts column in the Silver Town Gazette: She-wolf seeking male wolf who believes in ghosts. No others need apply.
He knew her now. She was the weird girl in the class above him, who dyed her hair pink and always wore a lot of pentragrams and crystals. Right now she was also wearing giant chandelier earings and a violent pink T-Shirt that bore the words ROMEO AND JULIET WOULDN'T HAVE LASTED.
There is no detective in England equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.
I love to see other women in pink. It's good for every shade of skin and hair.
Ould smell the peppery-sweet perfume of pinks
NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout
Few secrets can escape an investigator who has opportunityand liceense to undertake such a quest and skill to follow it up.
Detective work is neither a happy nor a satisfying business, Miss Rook," said Jackaby, settling in as the amber buildings sailed past our window. "Marlowe will understand." "I don't understand at all." Commissioner Marlowe kept his voice low and even as we sat across from him the following morning.
In the spring, Jeeves, a livelier iris gleams upon the burnished dove."
"So I have been informed, sir."
"Right ho! Then bring me my whangee, my yellowest shoes, and the old green Homburg. I'm going into the Park to do pastoral dances.
She looked pink and beseeching, though essentially she looked the same, as people do despite the fact they have begun to turn into monsters and are about to tell you something that should require horns or fangs or vaulted eyebrows but never apparently does.
serve as the Find Amy Dunne
Daisy, Daisy, the coppers are after you,
If they catch you they'll give you a month or two,
They'll tie you up with wi-er
Behind the Black Mari-er,
So ring your bell
And pedal like hell
On a bicycle made for two.
AND THE PERSON OUTSIDE TO WHOM YOU WERE speaking?" Inspector Hewitt asked. "Dogger," I said.
"First name?" "Flavia," I said. I couldn't help myself.
Watson: When do we start?
Holmes: You are not coming.
Watson: Then you are not going. I give you my word of honour - and I never broke it in my life - that I will take a cab straight to the police station and give you away unless you let me share this adventure with you.
Of all the criminal cases in which Philo Vance participated as unofficial investigator, the most sinister, the most bizarre, the seemingly most incomprehensible, and certainly the most terrifying was the one that followed the famous Greene murders.
Dusk splatters pink and orange across the sky, beginning its languorous summer stroll. I hear the river through the trees sounding like possibility -
This Jackson bloke was the ruddy Scarlet Pimpernel, here, there and everywhere, always one step ahead of Barry. And everywhere he went, women were disappearing.
They come upon me all silent and menacing like Pinkerton Detectives, and they flank me - Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right.
Love is a letter on pink stationery.
Pink is the navy blue of India.
Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow, sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow.
nocturnal purple.
Everton" (Francis)
Alex turned his head to view a rainbow peacock mask bobbing toward him. "Good Lord, Francis, you are replendent," he said admiringly.
The peacock stopped beside him. "Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me?"
You're still wearing your faux ruby ring.
The vixen I met at twilight on Route 5 south of Willoughby: long dead. She was an omen to me, surviving, herding her cubs in the silvery bend of the road in nineteen sixty-five.
The detective's highest talent lay in the gentle art of seeking favours under the guise of conferring them!
To read of a detective's daring finesse or ingenious stratagem is a rare joy.
Wear pink!' her mother had said. 'It confuses the enemy.
Kate Daniels, trained negotiator. When in possession of some valuable information, give it away to the first sexy man you see with no guarantee of return.
Jesus Christ - "
"Sherlock Holmes, actually. And you were doing such a good job remembering my name.
an odd-job detective agency with fuzzy lines of authority and responsibility.
Every Holmes must have his Watson
Lavender is the new pink. I'll never stop wearing pink but I wanted to venture out.
Sherlock Holmes and Jem Finch would agree.
Scout Finch, juvenile desperado, hellraiser extraordinary.
Alfred T. Slipper was a janitor. Most of the time (often, in fact) they treated him with disdain. They had no idea of the astonishing acts of heroism, the blinding light, contained within his outward humdrum disguise.
Only Alfred's parakeet, Dolores, knew who he was and what he could do.
nondescript individuals put in an appearance, Sherlock Holmes
The real thing--Scotland Yard? Or Sherlock Holmes?
Gilderoy Lockhart
The man was goggling. His entire map was suffused with a rich blush. He looked like the Soul's Awakening done in pink.
My name is John Taylor. I'm a private eye, specialising in cases of the weird and uncanny. I don't solve murders, I don't do divorce work, and I wouldn't recognise a clue if you held it up before my face and said Look, this is a clue.
Mr. Watson - Come here - I want to see you.
[First intelligible words spoken over the telephone]
Florence Nightendick
I think that I had better go, Holmes."
"Not a bit, doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell.
He was really only a sort of detective, a species
Mr.Holmes is another sad work unfortunately.
Actually, I do like pink clothes, but it's not because I'm girly, it's because I'm the reincarnation of Oscar Wilde.
You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!
Now, any other man in Cedar Dell would catch hell for wearing a pink shirt. Not Nicholas Sutherland. He'd still ooze masculinity if he wore pink sneakers and socks with purple pom-poms.
Aunt Hilda,' Violet
Silver knives! Painful and sometimes deadly to all paranormals!'
'Tasey!' I counterd 'Hot pink and sparkly!
Black Dove, let's write. Let's work on a story. Let's work on Glassland."
"Make me a prisoner in the Fortress of Clarity."
"Got to rescue you.
CHAT ROOM G. S. Hitchcock
Little thieves get shot, but great ones escape."
Kelly Oliver, WOLF: A Jessica James Mystery
The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.
The interesting thing about Bettie Page that I discovered was to leave the mystery. She always retained a little mystery. Let there be some unknowns.
Colonel Hugh Pickering - Well, I'm dashed!
Don't write off a book (or person, or movie) just because it had a pink, sparkly cover.
Think pink. A better way of life.
He has considerable gifts himself. He possesses two out of the three qualities necessary for the ideal detective. He has the power of observation and that of deduction. He is only wanting in knowledge; and that may come in time.
diminutive Mr. B was a private eye. The
What do you mean, a ghost? The Honorable James Augustus Peregrine Pympoole-Bothame, heir to the fourteenth Earl of Hardsdale, is taking no insults from young girls!
Her glare was so intense that you completely forgot she was wearing pink.
I began to get really keen, for every man at the bottom of his heart believes that he is a born detective.
Watson."
"What?"
"I'm sorry I picked a fight with you," Holmes said sleepily. "But you should know I had a good reason."
"I know, I was being an idiot."
"No, it wasn't your fault. The note said you'd be killed if you stayed, so I fixed it. I was horrible until you went away.
This book will take you two days to read. Did you even see the cover? It's mostly pink. If you're reading this book every night for months, something is not right.
She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue
The mountain, my lady
She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew,
Mount Eskel, my lady
Jane Austen Emma
I'm Detective Piper of the Fairyland Metro Police, and I've been called in to investigate the incident of the missing frog prince ...
The reticent volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan -
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.
Leave a trail worth following." Darcy Creech, Peter Beaton
She was wearing blue jeans and a dark blue peasant blouse, the ties of the neck open. She looked so beautiful and soft, with her big brown eyes and her light brown hair shining in the afternoon light. He couldn't see the pink streak, and he had an incredible urge to find it.
When I think of Sherlock Holmes, I think of a guy who can wander into the confusion of life and sort of pluck out answers at will.
And once I am there, I shall seek out Watson, if he still lives - and I fancy he does. It is irrational, I acknowledge, and yet I am certain that I would know, somehow, had Watson passed beyond the veil.
Someone in a novel, was he not? I don't take much stock of detectives in novels
chaps that do things and never let you see how they do them.
I gave to pink, the nerve of the red, a neon pink, an unreal pink.
Harlow's monkeys,
Why, he's Hercule Poirot! You know who I mean - the private detective. They say he's done the most wonderful things - just like detectives do in books.
I love pink - pink's my favourite. I hardly ever - weirdly - wear it, but I love the colour pink.
Anna Katherine Green wrote about a female inquiry agent, and there were a scattering of female investigators in the 1970s, authored by men, who just didn't ring true. So I thought, 'Well, there's an opening here for something.'
Once when I visited her, she scuffed around the house in pink pile-lined slippers you'd wear only while waiting for the police to discover you many days dead.
Kate Daniels, deadly swordmaster. Fear my twitching pinkie.
Sent as a present from Annam
A red cockatoo.
Coloured like the peach-tree blossom,
Speaking with the speech of men.
And they did to it what is always done
To the learned and eloquent.
They took a cage with stout bars
And shut it up inside.
Scarlet's Dancing Monkey of Fiery Doom
Truly competent Literary Detectives are as rare as truthful men, Mr. Tweed
you can see her potential as clearly as I can. Frightened of someone stealing your thunder, perhaps?
'Where'd You Go, Bernadette' is an epistolary novel - one told in letters. I had no idea how much fun it would be, puzzling together the plot with letters and documents.
Jane Morgan had ruined him. Ridden him hard and put him up wet. He might never recover.
Mentally he was even worse off. Who was this girl?
The private detective of fiction is a fantastic creation who acts and speaks like a real man. He can be completely realistic in every sense but one, that one sense being that in life as we know it such a man would not be a private detective.
(Letter, April 19, 1951)
The ladies of St. James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white is stays for ever, Their red it never dies; But Phyllida, my Phillida! Her colour comes and goes; It trembles to a lily,
It wavers to a rose.
I simply said he was a detective, and let it go at that, I should be obtaining the reader's interest under false pretences. He was really only a sort of detective, a species of sleuth. At Stafford's International Investigation Bureau, in the Strand,
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
Holmes, you're a genius.
So I have been told.