- [Lord Peter guesses that two suspects have run away to get married in secret]
- Lord Peter Wimsey: Ah yes, I thought he had a nice easy number. May I use your telephone?
- Supt. Blundell: Help yourself.
- Lord Peter Wimsey: [into telephone] Canterbury 123, please. If you wouldn't mind, it's urgent.
- [to Superintendent Blundell]
- Lord Peter Wimsey: In their flight, you know there is one thing the Thodays certainly overlooked. We have an ally, Blundell. A haughty prelate. An arbitrary prince. To wit, the Archbishop of Canterbury.
- Supt. Blundell: Oh yes, and Mr. Mussolini and the Emperor of Japan? Are you all right, my Lord?