Quotes About Suspicion

It's so difficult, isn't it, to get to know people when there is a murder? And quite impossible to have any really intellectual conversation.

Mary Jordan did not die naturally. It was one of us, I think I know which one.

In fact there is only your own instinct? Not instinct, Hastings. Instinct is a bad word. It is my knowledge-my experience-that tells me that something about that letter is wrong-

I think somebody deliberately wanted to frighten her.

I don't like anyone who comes and dies in my house on purpose to annoy me," said Lord Caterham obstinately.

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

Evidence of identification was given by the husband, and the only other evidence was medical. Heather Badcock had died as a result of four grains of hy-ethyl-dexyl-barbo-quinde-lorytate, or, let us be frank, some such name.

was suspicious, had always been suspicious, of mercy—too much mercy, that is to say. Too much mercy, as he knew from former experience both in Belgium and this country, 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.

I don't know, I'm sure," said Mrs. Burch. She had said that three times already. Her natural distrust of foreign-looking gentlemen with black moustaches, wearing large fur-lined coats was not to be easily overcome.

The caught murderer is necessarily one of the failures. He is second-rate.

Sarah King looked long and searchingly at Hercule Poirot. She noted the egg-shaped head, the gigantic moustaches, the dandified appearance and the suspicious blackness of hair.

The case was not quite satisfactory to me. All along I was strongly under the impression that we were dealing with a cold-blooded and premeditated crime committed by someone who had contented themselves (very cleverly) with using Monsieur Renauld's own plans for throwing the police off the track. The great criminal (as you may remember my remarking to you once) is always supremely simple." -- Hercule Poirot

When you look your most innocent is when you are up to something.' Revolving

A large fierce-looking dog whom Poirot suspected of having mange growled from his position on a moderately comfortable fourth chair.

He went out of the compartment and returned a few moments later with a small spirit stove and a pair of curling tongs. "I use them for the moustaches," he said, referring to the latter.

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

He was a man of whom nearly everybody was a little afraid. Why this last was so can hardly be stated in definite words. There was a feeling, perhaps, that he knew a little too much about everybody. And there was a feeling, too, that his sense of humor was a curious one.

Inside the room, the pall fear had fallen anew. Again, surreptitiously, they watched each other.

If you will forgive me for being personal—I do not like your face, M. Ratchett,' Poirot said.

There just didn't seem anyone else who could have done it. I thought perhaps he'd gone a little mad." "Did he ever seem to you a little—what shall I say—queer?" "Oh no. Not queer in that way. He was just shy and awkward as anyone might be. The truth was, he didn't make the best of himself. He hadn't confidence in himself.

No, no, my dear boy, that's where you're wrong. It's very easy to kill—so long as no one suspects you. And you see, the person in question is just the last person anyone would suspect!

Is nobody incapable of murder?" "I have often wondered." said Hercule Poirot.

I should hardly advise you to go too much by all I've told you. I'm a malicious creature.

A murderer is seldom content with one crime. Give him time, and a lack of suspicion, and he'll commit another