“Hopefully not autoerotic defenestration.”
“How’s your first aid?”
“You remember that gangrenous issue we had in Mumbai?”
“I’ll do it, then.”
“Man, reading the rules pays off! It really is St. Darryl’s Day.”
“This hotel does not have complimentary robes, sir.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It was aggressive self-defense.”
“And suicide.”
“Let’s face it: this is Call of Cthulhu. Even the red herrings have tentacles.”
“She was either stabbed twice or twenty-seven times. Hard to tell.”
“Sir, what have I told you about being under-secretaries? Don’t get caught.”
“Ah, see, that’s where we’re the wiser. We keep the unimportant things in the wall safe.”
“Yes, it was a good idea to keep the important things in your room.”
“Use your manly wiles.”
“The party has grown tired of poking sensitive nerves with red-hot pokers…?”
“I wouldn’t say tired…”
“And is probably really upset that his cash cow has become a dead cow.”
“Side of beef.”
“Cutlet.”
“Short ribs.”
“Miss Post… well… she’s now Miss Posthumous.”
“You’ve had dealings with him, sir.”
“Was that the gentleman’s name?”
“That’s what you told me it was, sir.”
“That leads to two options. Either there’s a vast shortage of homicide detectives in this city, or he has some unknown connection to this.”
“When we go to Egypt, we will be foreigners. And when we’re foreigners, we will be up to no good.”
“Sounds like a happy endings kind of place.”
“No, there’s the word Shanghai. It’s a happy beginnings, but no happy endings kind of place.”