“And the house alone, thought Dalgliesh, must be worth at least three-quarters of a million, probably considerably more, given its position and unique architechtural interest. He recalled as he so often did the words of an old detective sergeant when he, Dalgliesh, had been a newly appointed DC: ‘Love, Lust, Loathing, Lucre, the four L’s of murder, laddie. And the greatest of these is lucre.'”
–P.D. James, A Taste for Death (New York: Vintage Books, 1986), 115.