Quotes About Suspense

But how can any one be in there? There's no door except into this room. Your memory is excellent, Hastings. Now for the deductions.

Belgian stranger—all

white moustache trembling

M. Poirot, almost certainly the criminal; the only man on board who could create a psychological moment.

They went up the stairs. The next move was a little like a scene in a farce. Each one of the four stood with a hand on his or her bedroom door handle. Then, as though at a signal, each one stepped into the room and pulled the door shut. There were sounds of bolts and locks, of the moving of furniture. Four frightened people were barricaded in until morning.

We're both very crime-minded. Read a lot about it.

Who on earth but Poirot would have thought of a trial for murder as a restorer of conjugal happiness!

Ackroyd was sitting as I had left him in the armchair before the fire. His head had fallen sideways, and clearly visible, just below the collar of his coat, was a shining piece of twisted metalwork. Parker and I advanced till we stood over the recumbent figure. I heard the butler draw in his breath with a sharp hiss. "Stabbed from be'ind," he murmured. "'Orrible!

Already, at twenty-three minutes to one, Ratchett was dead—" "And it was his murderer speaking!" finished M. Bouc impressively. Poirot

woman could act her part with that icy unconcern. Poirot did not make his appearance the following morning,

Agatha Christie

It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story.

there was a girl who discovered the body." "What did she do when she discovered it?" "Screamed." "Very nice too,

Det kan du stole på. Liker du detektivfortellinger? Det gjør jeg. Jeg leser alle sammen, og har navnetrekkene til Dorothy Sayers og Agatha Christie og Dickson Carr og H.C. Bailey.

Detective stories are mostly bunkum... But they amuse people... And they're useful sometimes.

Agatha Christie

The murderer is with us—on the train now….

A good way behind came Hercule Poirot. He trod softly like a cat.

Agatha Christie

it is a lady's handkerchief,

Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie

They left the cabin. Race locked the door and took the key with him. "We can come back later," he said. "The first thing to do is to get all the facts clear.

Mr Blore was writing carefully in a little notebook. 'That's the lot,' he muttered to himself. 'Emily Brent, Vera Claythorne, Dr Armstrong, Anthony Marston, old Justice Wargrave, Philip Lombard, General Macarthur, CMG, DSO, Manservant and wife: Mr and Mrs Rogers.