No one is so depraved that a soupçon of goodness cannot be found in them.

[…] his neck is protected by a standard of mail, and the cusped pauldrons are surmounted by garde-collets; the coudes and genouillieres are also cusped and have butterfly roundel extensions; on his feet are broad sabbatons with spurs.

Dolly Nemeroff said you're a private detective in California. […] It's an archaic line of work, but it keeps me off the streets.

The River Thames is tidal below Teddington Lock.