- Michael Abercrombie: I don't suppose she'll stay a widow very long.
- Oliver Branwell: Why do you say that?
- Michael Abercrombie: What - with her looks and a small fortune?
- Vere Litchen: It was naughty of you to visit without calling me first, but I must say you carried it off very cleverly...
- [last lines]
- Oliver Branwell: [voice over as he and Sarah are seen walking through an outdoor crowd] It was not until we were walking away through the market afterwards that I realized how much of my heart was in my job and how much I loved it, but I told myself my mind was made up. I told Fred Connor, too... and Michael... and Berkeley Reckitt. They said, "couldn't we talk it over quietly." I told them "no", but then Sarah said surely there couldn't be any harm in just discussing it. And... well it... couldn't be any harm in just discussing it, could there.
- [Oliver and Sarah turn around and walk back with Michael, Fred and Berkeley]
- [first lines]
- Oliver Branwell: [voice over as he has just woken up and is staring out his bedroom window] Lowis Manor. I shall never forget the day I first heard of that house. It was the morning of Christmas Eve, my second Christmas in the world of insurance.
- [switching scenes to the Abercrombie office]
- Old Abercrombie: Oh, Oliver.
- Oliver Branwell: Yes, Mr. Abercrombie.
- Old Abercrombie: Michael says could you slip 'round to Lloyds. Apparently something others cropped up.
- Oliver Branwell: I thought on Christmas Eve, everything stopped dead on noon.
- Old Abercrombie: Probably some housebreaker was not aware of the date.
- Vere Litchen: Tell me, do all insurance investigators come like you?: big, and nice hair, deep brown eyes.
- Oliver Branwell: I don't know. I... probably don't look at them from absolutely the same angle.