One mustn’t refuse the unusual, if it is offered to one.
The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as “The Styles Case” has now somewhat subsided.
Miss Marple had her breakfast brought to her in bed as usual. Tea, a boiled egg, and a slice of pawpaw.
The weather was always the same – fine. No interesting variations. “The many-splendoured weather of an English day,” she.
His poems have no capital letters in them, which is, I believe, the essence of modernity. His books are about unpleasant people leading lives of surpassing dullness.
Yes, it’s horrid having a death here. It makes everyone depressed. Of course – he was quite old.” “He seemed quite well and cheerful yesterday,” said Miss Marple, slightly resenting this calm assumption that everyone of advanced years was liable to die at any minute.
He had high blood pressure,” said Molly. “But surely there are things one takes nowadays – some kind of pill. Science is so wonderful.
She could be attractive when she wanted to be but life had taught her that efficiency and competence often paid better results and avoided painful complications.
Tuppence had once laid upon him a serious injunction. ′ If anybody over the age of sixty-five finds fault with you,′ she said, ’never argue. Never try to say you’re right. Apologize at once and say it was all your fault and you’re very sorry and you’ll never do it again.
Secret Service, I suppose,” said Mrs. Oliver. “You can’t tell me so, I know, but he wouldn’t have been asked otherwise this evening. The four murderers and the four sleuths – Scotland Yard. Secret Service. Private. Fiction. A clever idea.
After all, the stupidest child can set a house on fire quite easily.
One doesn’t want to die young. Sometimes one has to.
Miss Williams said: “I see now why you said that it might be better if she had never known. All the same, I.
You’d have been a holy terror if you’d taken to crime.
My good Japp, is it possible that you throw the mud in my eyes? I know well enough that it is the Chinaman you suspect. But you are so artful. You want me to help you – and yet you drag the red kipper across the trail.
How wonderful science is nowadays,” said Miss Marple. “Doctors can do so much, can’t they?” “We all have one great competitor,” said Dr. Graham. “Nature, you know. And some of the good old-fashioned home remedies come back from time to time.
She was, he judged, the kind of young woman who could take care of herself with perfect ease wherever she went. She had poise and efficiency.
Me and Moosier here have met before – and there’s no man’s judgment I’d sooner take than his. If I’m not greatly mistaken, he’s got something up his sleeve. Isn’t that so, moosier?” Poirot smiled. “I have drawn certain conclusions – yes.
Breakfast with the Borgias.
For sheer primitive rage, commend me to a thoroughgoing humanitarian when you get him well roused.