No, doctor, I’m going to London. If things happen anywhere, they happen in London.
Sloppy crying had never helped anyone yet.
Women are like that nowadays, never happy unless they’re dancing or gambling.
Nice looking young lady, but the ordinary kind, not glamourous, no Hollywood touch about her.
I think each one of us in his secret heart fancies himself as Sherlock Holmes.
The vicar, a gentle, middle-aged man, was always the last to hear anything.
Everything’s the matter.
Bundle frowned. This business of the clocks was curious. She must get hold of Bill Eversleigh. He had been there, she knew. To think was to act with Bundle. She got up and went over to the writing desk. It was an inlaid affair with a lid that rolled back. Bundle sat down at it, pulled a sheet of notepaper towards her and wrote. Dear Bill, –.
Miss Marple made the kind of noise that would once have been written down as ‘tut-tut’.
It was very like a dream. Like all dreamers, however, I could not let my dream alone. We poor humans are so anxious not to miss anything.
Does a man who commits suicide stab himself in ten – twelve – fifteen places?” he asked. Poirot’s eyes opened. “That is great ferocity,” he said. “It is a woman,” said the chef de train, speaking for the first time. “Depend upon it, it was a woman. Only a woman would stab like that.
It was on the fourth day that the stewardess finally urged me up on deck. Under the impression that I should die quicker below, I had steadfastly refused to leave my bunk. She now tempted me with the advent of Madeira. Hope rose in my breast. I could leave the boat and go ashore and be a parlourmaid there. Anything for dry land.
It is a grief to Sir Gervase, yes, that he has no son to inherit his name?
I can look after her all right, sir,” said Tommy, at exactly the same minute as Tuppence said, “I can take care of myself.
It is a pity that I am such a shocking housekeeper,” said my wife, with a tinge of genuine regret in her voice. I was inclined to agree with her. My wife’s name is Griselda – a highly suitable name for a parson’s wife. But there the suitability ends. She is not in the least meek.
To begin with, you must realize that the threatening letters were in the nature of a blind. They might have been lifted bodily out of an indifferently written American crime novel.
Oh, the glorious relief, the wonderful relief when somebody knows what’s in your mind and tells it to you so that you are at last released from that long bondage of silence.
Several very suprising things have occurred. To begin with, I met Augustus Milray, the most perfect example of an old ass the present Government has produced. His manner oozed diplomatic secrecy as he drew me aside in the Club into a quiet corner.
But to succeed in life every detail should be arranged well beforehand.
Hercule Poirot stared hard at Superintendent Sugden’s moustache. Its luxuriance seemed to fascinate him.