Use your little grey cells mon ami" (Hercule Poirot in 'The Mysterious Affair At Styles')
Once I went professionally to an archaeological expedition- and I learnt something there. In the course of an excavation, when something comes up out of the ground, evEryThing is cleared away very car...
An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.
At the small table, sitting very upright, was one of the ugliest old ladies he had ever seen. It was an ugliness of distinction - it fascinated rather than repelled.
A man in love is an awful sight.
You've a pretty good nerve, said Ratchett. Will twenty thousand dollars tempt you?It will not.If you're holding out for more, you won't get it. I know what a thing's worth to me.I, also M. Ratchett.Wh...
Sensationalism dies quickly, fear is long-lived.
Your idea of a woman is someone who gets on a chair and shrieks if she sees a mouse. That's all prehistoric.
But when you say crazy, that describes very well what the general appearance may be to ordinary, everyday people.
Too much mercy... often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second.
The man who came into the room did not look as though his name was, or could have ever been, Robinson. It might have been Demetrius, or Isaacstein, or Perenna - though not one or the other in particul...
Ah, but my dear sir, the why must never be obvious. That is the whole point.
What you do not understand is that there are things that cannot be bought.
Diez negritos se fueron a cenar;uno se asfixió y quedaron nueve.Nueve negritos estuvieron despiertos hasta muy tarde;uno se quedó dormido y entonces quedaron ocho.Ocho negritos viajaron por Devon;uno...
But it is not everything in life that has its ticket, so much. There are things that are not for sale.
Rest assured, said Hercule Poirot. I am the best!
Bottled, was he? Said Colonel Bantry, with an Englishman's sympathy for alcoholic excess. Oh, well, can't judge a fellow by what he does when he's drunk? When I was at Cambridge, I remember I put a ce...
For somewhere, said Poirot to himself, indulging in an absolute riot of mixed metaphors, there is in the hay a needle, and among the sleeping dogs there is one on whom I shall put my foot, and by shoo...
These little grey cells. It is up to them.
There was only one thing about his own appearance which really pleased Hercule Poirot, and that was the profusion of his moustaches, and the way they responded to grooming and treatment and trimming....