What's wrong with my proposition? Poirot rose. If you will forgive me for being personal-I do not like your face, M. Ratchett.
What I wanted, frankly, was someone who would argue me out of the things that I was thinking.
To be part of something one doesn't in the least understand is, I think, one of the most intriguing things about life.
There is no detective in England equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.
The spoken word and the written - there is an astonishing gulf between them. There is a way of turning sentences that completely reverses the meaning.
The others went upstairs, a slow unwilling procession. If this had been an old house, with creaking wood, and dark shadows, and heavily panelled walls, there might have been an eerie feeling....
The heart of a woman who loves will forgive many blows.
Ten little Indian boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine.Nine little Indian boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight.Eight little Indi...
Poirot thought it not quite professional to begin a routine working day before ten.
One of the oddest things in life I think is the things one remembers.
One knows so little. When one knows more it is too late.
One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.
Not a look, not a gesture of Valerie Saintclair’s but expressed drama. She seemed to exhale an atmosphere of romance. A scarlet flannel dressing gown covered her feet—a homely garment in all conscienc...
My dear Poirot, it's not for me to dictate to you. You have a right to your own opinion, just as I have mine.
It would mean a good film, the story that you have recounted to me there - but it bears no sort of resemblance to everyday life.''I admit that I haven't gone into all the details, but-''You have gone...
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...
It seems dreadful to say so, but there is something attractive to a girl in being told anyone is a bad man. She thinks at once that her love will reform him.
Inside, it was clear that the books owned the shop rather than the other way about. Everywhere they had run wild and taken possession of their habitat, breeding and multiplying and clearly lacking any...
If only-if only, Hastings, you would part your hair in the middle instead of at the side! What a difference it would make to the symmetry of your appearance. And your moustache. If you must have a mou...
I've never met a murderer who wasn't vain... It's their vanity that leads to their undoing, nine times out of ten.They may be frightened of being caught, but they can't help strutting and boasting and...