- Jerves Wilding: Everything's gone the way I wanted it since the time you decided to run away with my wife.
- Jerves Wilding: Poor old North. Everything's gone west, hasn't it? This adds the final touch. All I have to do is to blow your brains out, and there we are - suicide. The wanted train murderer!
- John North: I can assure you that half the police force of Plymouth will be here in half an hour, if he's the man we're looking for.
- Miss Marchmont: They needn't expect cups of tea.