#194

'Miss Simmons, we must act! We must act!'
'Yes, but not like idiots,' replied the detective frostily.

#193

'Mr Baxter!'
'Yes, Miss Halliday?'
The Brain of Blandings looked abstractedly up from his desk. It was only some half-hour since luncheon had finished, but already he was in the library surrounded by large books like a sea-beast among rocks. Most of his time was spent in the library when the castle was full of guests, for his lofty mind was ill-attuned to the frivolous babblings of Society butterflies.

#191

We must remind ourselves that it is Baxter's misfortune rather than his fault that he looks like a dyspeptic lizard.

#190

He thus missed encountering perhaps the keenest glance that had ever come through Rupert Baxter's spectacles. It was not a protracted glance, but while it lasted it was like the ray from an oxy-acetylene blowpipe.

#185

The Efficient Baxter placed the letter on a pile beside his plate; and, having decapitated an egg, peered sharply into its interior as if hoping to surprise guilty secrets.

#174

Lord Emsworth was so acutely spectacle-less; Rupert Baxter, his secretary, so pronouncedly spectacled. It was his spectacles that struck you first as you saw the man. They gleamed efficiently at you.