These women all lose their heads over a good-looking clergyman. You hear of it over and over again.
We never seemed to have any money. His celebrity was not of the kind that brought in a cash return. Although he was a fellow of almost every important society and had rows of letters after his name, the general public scarcely knew of his existence, and his long-learned books, though adding signally to the sum total of human knowledge, had no attraction for the masses.
What a queer topsy turvy world it was. It used to be the man who went to the wars, the woman who stayed at home. But here the positions were reversed.
The little man removed his hat. What an egg-shaped head he had.
All the same, lots of women buy their clothes in Paris, and have not, on that account, necessarily poisoned their husbands.
It’s just that I am not really a safe person to be with. The life I’d lead wouldn’t be a safe life.
Her real passion in life was the perfection of a filing system beside which all other filing systems should sink into oblivion. She dreamed of such a system at night.
Two young adventurers for hire. Willing to do anything, go anywhere. Pay must be good. No reasonable offer refused.
There is a great deal of wickedness in village life. I hope you dear young people will never realize how very wicked the world is.
Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely.
But that is certainly not the sort of information that Caroline is after. She wants to know where he comes from, what he does, whether he is married, what his wife was, or is, like, whether he has children, what his mother’s maiden name was – and so on. Somebody very like Caroline must have invented the questions on passports, I think.
I never prophesy,” he declared pompously. “It is true that I have the habit of being always right – but I do not boast of it.
Just exactly what’s up on this train? It seems bughouse to me.
If it is necessary for a criminal to be a consummate actress, then by all means assume her to be one.
You know what girls are – they go to these queer parties in studios where the young men have funny ties and they come home and talk a lot of nonsense.
Retired soldiers are the worst sufferers when they engage in financial operations. I have found that their credulity far exceeds that of widows – and that is saying a good deal.
Is it so unusual for a man to bring home a concubine?” “Not at all unusual. Men are usually fools.
This book is dedicated to the many readers in this and in other countries who write to me asking: ‘What has happened to Tommy and Tuppence? What are they doing now?’ My best wishes to you all, and I hope you will enjoy meeting Tommy and Tuppence again, years older, but with spirit unquenched!
I don’t like that woman. I don’t like the hat she is wearing, and I don’t like her mushroom-coloured stockings.
Why, he’s Hercule Poirot! You know who I mean – the private detective. They say he’s done the most wonderful things – just like detectives do in books.