Quotes About Puzzle

"This affair must all be unraveled from within." He [Hercule Poirot] tapped his forehead. "These little gray cells. It is 'up to them'—as you say over here."

Sometimes I feel sure he is as mad as a hatter and then, just as he is at his maddest, I find there is a method in his madness.

You should employ your little grey cells

Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?

Ah, but my dear sir, the why must never be obvious. That is the whole point.

The dog hunts rabbits. Hercule Poirot hunts murderers.

Life itself is an unsolved mystery", said the clergyman gravely.

What are you doing, Poirot?" "I dissect rucksacks. It is very interesting.

Miss Howard: Like a good detective story myself. Lots of nonsense written, though. Criminal discovered in last Chapter. Everyone dumbfounded. Real crime - you'd know at once.

Hercule Poirot spread out his hands in his most foreign manner.

I congratulate you on having such a unique and beautiful problem.

Where there is murder, anything can happen.

They are never really dead, these super criminals

I neither see nor comprehend. You make all these confounded mysteries, and it's useless asking you to explain. You always like keeping something up your sleeve to the last minute.

Poirot closed his eyes. What he perceived mentally was a kaleidoscope, no more, no less. Pieces of cut-up scarves and rucksacks, cookery books, lipsticks, bath salts; names and thumbnail sketches of odd students. Nowhere was there cohesion or form. Unrelated incidents and people whirled round in space. But Poirot knew quite well that somehow and somewhere there must be a pattern . . . The question was where to start.. . . .

Do you mean to tell me, Superintendent, that this is one of those damned cases you get in detective stories where a man is killed in a locked room by some apparently supernatural agency.

Murder develops. Yes, like a photograph, isn't it?

Reflection had never been Mrs Oliver's strong point.

Why, he's Hercule Poirot! You know who I mean—the private detective. They say he's done the most wonderful things—just like detectives do in books.

When I know what the murderer is like, I shall be able to find out who he is.

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.

Yes, it is as you say. You now behold a detective- a great detective, I may say- in the act of detecting!

Belgian stranger—all

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