Mark Gatiss brit

I have always been an appaling judge of character. It is my most beguiling virtue.

(első mondat)

‘Your duties will be fairly light. Valeting, as I say. Cleaning. A little cooking. Running my baths. Saving Britain from mortal peril. That sort of thing.’

XVI. A Desperate Flight.

– Oh, it's Christmas! Mrs. Hudson, I'll be late. Might need some food.
– I'm your landlady, dear, not your housekeeper.

He was an American, so it seemed only fair to shoot him.

(első mondat)

Frankly, I've always found passwords and codes a little tiresome. Say what you mean, is my adage. Unless it's 'I love you', of course.

A Trip to Neverland. 25. o.

My name is Lucifer Box, but I imagine you know that. Whether these scribblings eventually form the core of my memoirs or are found secreted in oilskin wrappers at the bottom of a lavatory cistern years after my demise, I have no doubt that, by the time you read this, I will be most terribly famous.

I. Mr Lucifer Box Entertains.

It is the prerogative of the secret agent to be (and to have!) whatever he fancies, don’t you agree?

XIII. L.B. to V.C.

Fact is, Lucky Lucifer here has still more secrets. My arsenal is formidable–a sentence which comes across more interestingly in a French accent.

XIII. L.B. to V.C.

[I] took out my cigarette case. It is flat and well-polished with my initials in Gothic script upon it, yet it has never been called upon to save my life by absorbing the impact of a bullet. That’s what servants are for.

I. Mr Lucifer Box Entertains

– Did you like the little touch with the underwear?
– People have died.
– That's what people do.