Quotes About Suspicion

What's wrong with my proposition? Poirot rose. If you will forgive me for being personal - I do not like tour face, M. Ratchett, he said.

What was the point of all the odd questions he was continually shooting at her, Iris? Wasn't there something very queer about George lately? The odd fuddled look he had in the evenings! Lucilla attributed it to a glass or so too much of port. Lucilla would! No, there was something queer about George lately. He seemed to be labouring under a mixture of excitement interlarded with great spaces of complete apathy when he sunk in a coma.

It is always wise to suspect everybody until you can prove logically, and to your own satisfaction, that they are innocent." -- Hercule Poirot

Mrs. Baker's social manner was almost robotlike in its perfection. All her comments and remarks were natural, normal, everyday currency, but one had a suspicion that the whole thing was like an actor playing a part for perhaps the seven hundredth time. It was an automatic performance, completely divorced from what Mrs. Baker might really have been thinking or feeling.

Can't you ever leave murder alone, woman? Even murder in retrospect?

If Miss Debenham is innocent, why did she conceal that fact? Why did she tell me that she had never been in America?

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

And let me tell you something, mademoiselle – in the course of my experience I have known five cases of wives murdered by devoted husbands, and twenty-two of husbands murdered by devoted wives. Les femmes, they obviously keep up appearances better.

I tell you he brought bad luck—I say it is the Evil Eye he had." Her hand shot out again in the well-known Latin gesture—the first finger and the little finger sticking out, the two middle ones doubled in.

I couldn't have a good look at her because whenever I glanced in her direction I always found her staring at me with a kind of hungry stare that was a bit disconcerting to say the least of it.

Sarah said frowning: "I don't understand doctor Gerard. He seems to think - " "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark," quoted Poirot. "You see, I know your Shakespeare.

Yes. If there is a murderer in the woodpile—and I think there is, Hastings. Yes, I think there is….

Murder, do you mean?" Miss Marple looked shocked. "I don't know why you should assume that I think of murder all the time." "Nonsense, Jane. Why don't you come out boldly and call yourself a criminologist and have done with it?

It's maddening really," said Patricia. "Probably the only chance in my life that I shall ever have of being right on the spot when a murder was done—it is a murder, isn't it? The papers were very cautious and vague, but I said to Gerry on the telephone that it must be murder. Think of it, a murder done right close by me and I wasn't even looking!" The regret in her voice was unmistakable.

Of course she did not like the police," said Marcus. "Nobody likes the police. I do not like the police. But I have to stand well with them because of my hotel.

A person who had killed three times wouldn't hesitate to kill again…. They were in danger,

Which crime—the first or the second?" "There is only one—what you call the first and second murder are only the two halves of the same crime. The second half is simple—the motive—

I wonder, Miss Marple," I said suddenly, "if you were to commit a murder whether you would ever be found out." "What a terrible idea," said Miss Marple, shocked. "I hope I could never do such a wicked thing.

Guy Carpenter frowned and came into the drawing room through the window. He had a long face like a horse, he was pale and looked rather supercilious. His manner was pompous. Hercule Poirot found him unattractive.

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.

Wife murder is perfectly possible—almost natural, let's say!

You should never believe anything anyone said without first checking it. Suspect everybody, had been for many years, if not his whole life, one of his first axioms.

explicó el señor Hersheimmer

Yes; you see, having committed a murder, puts you in a position of great loneliness. You'd like to tell somebody all about it — and you never can. And that makes you want to all the more. And so — if you can't talk about how you did it, you can at least talk about the murder itself — discuss it, advanced theories — go over it. - Old Man Charles