If only father would be decent and die, I should be all right.
Everybody in St. Mary Mead knew Miss Marple; fluffy and dithery in appearance, but inwardly as sharp and as shrewd as they make them.
Height, five feet four inches, egg-shaped head carried a little to one side, eyes that shone green when he was excited, stiff military moustache, air of dignity immense!
Mr Rycroft said nothing. It was so difficult not to say the wrong thing to Captain Wyatt that it was usually safer not to reply at all.
She was an expert in the exact amount of condolence which would be acceptable.
Do you know this part of the world well?
He, of course, is a liar, but that doesn’t really matter because, if you know liars are liars, it comes to the same thing.
Having adventures,” I replied. “Episode III of ‘The Perils of Pamela.’ ” I told her the whole story. She gave vent to a deep sigh when I finished. “Why do these things always happen to you?” she demanded plaintively. “Why does no one gag me and bind me hand and foot?” “You wouldn’t like it if they did,” I assured her. “To tell you the truth, I’m not nearly so keen on having adventures myself as I was. A little of that sort of thing goes a long way.
Discussions of death and such matters do more to unlock the human tongue than any other subject.
Ten little Indian boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine.
It has just happened that I have found myself in the vicinity of murder rather more often than would seem normal.
It’s no good going back over the past. It’s the future one has to live for.
What I think is a different matter. Maybe I think some rather curious things – but until thinking’s got you somewhere it’s no use talking about it.
Hercule Poirot was sitting at the breakfast table. At his right hand was a steaming cup.
It’s curious,” I said slowly. “Miss Marple was saying this evening that that note was all wrong.” “Confound the woman, she couldn’t know more about it if she had committed the murder herself.
In my experience, bossy women seldom get themselves murdered. I can’t think why not. When you come to think of it, it’s rather a pity.
But there are many fools in the world. One praises God for their existence and keeps out of their way.
No troubles has come my way – touching wood. He rapped the counter sharply with his knuckles.
But nothing will suit him now but the best! He’s got on wonderfully, and naturally he wants something to show for it, but many’s the time I wonder where it will end.
The other two waited respectfully while M. Bouc struggled in mental agony.