by C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson

“ My whole inheritance from my husband-of-an-hour could be packed into a suit case! Shelagh and her snobs traveled with us. And as soon as they were demobilized, Roger Fane and James Courtenaye followed, if not us, at least in our direction.
I don't think that Aladdin's lamp builders “had anything on” Sir Jim, as he himself said, judging by the way the restorations simply flew. From what I heard of the sums he spent, it would take the shillings of all England and America as sightseers to reimburse him for his output. But, as Mr. Carstairs pointed out, that was his business! ”

“ Carstairs' comment on that.
“I've felt ever since that awful spooky night at the Abbey that I had it in me to make a good detective,” I modestly explained.
“'Princess di Miramare, Private Detective,' would be a distinctly original signboard over an office door,” the old lady reflected. “But I believe I've evolved something more practical, considering your name and your age—twenty-one, isn't it?—and your looks. Not that detective talents mayn't come in handy even in the profession I'm going to suggest. Very likely they will, among other things. ”

“ In America, we don't grow early Victorian buds. You know perfectly well that those detestable snobs, the Pollens, don't think Fane good enough for Shelagh, in spite of his money. Money's the one nice thing they've got themselves which they can pass on to Shelagh. ”

“ Carstairs calmed me. “I haven't finished the whole proposition yet. In America when we run up a skyscraper we don't begin at the bottom in any old, commonplace way. We stick a few steel girders into the earth ”