Found 266 results for "Women detectives in literature"
by Wilkie Collins, William Collins
THIS is the story of what a Woman's patience can denture, and what a Man's resolution can achieve.
by Wilkie Collins
In the first part of Robinson Crusoe, at page one hundred and twenty-nine, you will find it thus written: ;Now I saw, th...
by Joseph Conrad
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
by Agatha Christie
I first came to know Sophia Leonides in Egypt towards the end of the war.
by Agatha Christie
Everybody has been at me, right and left, to write this story from the great (represented by Lord Nasby) to the small (r...
by Agatha Christie
In the afternoons it was the custom of Miss Jane Marple to unfold her second newspaper.
by Mark Twain
My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory-an office of such majesty that is concentrated in itsel...
by Agatha Christie
Hercule Poirot looked with interest and appreciation at the young woman who was being ushered into the room.
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Near everyone agreed Mary Lennox was a most disagreeable child.
by Agatha Christie
"Tommy, old thing!" "Tuppence, old bean!" The two young people greeted each other affectionately, and momentarily blocke...
by Agatha Christie
Mrs. McGillicuddy panted along the platform in the wake of the porter carrying her suitcase.
by Agatha Christie
Between 7:30 and 8:30 every morning except Sundays, Johnnie Butt made the round of the village of Chipping Cleghorn on h...
by Dan Brown
O maior estabelecimento de pesquisa científica do mundo – Conseil Européen pour la Recherche Nucléaire (CERN) –, na Suíç...
by Agatha Christie
Captain Crosbie came out of the bank with the pleased air of one who has cashed a cheque and has discovered that there i...
by Agatha Christie
Gwenda Reed stood, shivering a little, on the quay-side.
by Agatha Christie
In the heart of the West End, there are many quiet pockets, unknown to almost all but taxi drivers who traverse them wit...
by Agatha Christie
Miss Jane Marple was sitting by her window.
by Agatha Christie
IT was close on midnight when a man crossed the Place de la Concorde.