Quotes About Intrigue

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

I admit," I said, "that a second murder in a book often cheers things up." - Hastings

Fortunately words, ingeniously used, will serve to mask the ugliness of naked facts.

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

the truth is never horrible, only interesting.

Then there are some minor points that strike me as suggestive - for instance, the position of Mrs. Hubbard's sponge bag, the name of Mrs. Armstrong's mother, the detective methods of Mr. Hardman, the suggestion of Mr. MacQueen that Ratchett himself destroyed the charred note we found, Princess Dragomiroff's Christian name, and a grease spot on a Hungarian passport.

Downstairs in the lounge, by the third pillar from the left, there sits an old lady with a sweet, placid, spinsterish face and a mind that has plumbed the depths of human iniquity and taken it all as in the day's work....where crime is concerned, she's the goods.

It is deplorable...to remove all the romance - all the mystery!

The dog hunts rabbits. Hercule Poirot hunts murderers.

It is completely unimportant," said Poirot. "That is why it is so interesting," he added softly.

In fact-Dr. Sheppard!

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

Murder, I have often noticed, is a great matchmaker.

They say all the world loves a lover—apply that saying to murder and you have an even more infallible truth.

I will not look through keyholes," I interrupted hotly. Poirot closed his eyes. "Very well, then. You will not look through keyholes. You will remain the English gentleman and someone will be killed.

In an English village, you turn over a stone and have no idea what will crawl out. Miss Marple

What one does not tell to Papa Poirot he finds out.

And that very same evening - that very same evening - Lord Edgware dies. Good title that, by the way. Lord Edgware Dies. Look well on a book stall.

To be part of something one doesn't in the least understand is, I think, one of the most intriguing things about life.

Don't go," said Cedric. "Murder has made you practically one of the family.

Miss Marple is a white-haired old lady with a gentle appealing manner- Miss Wetherby is a mixture of vinegar and gush. Of the two Miss Marple is the more dangerous.

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

Poison has a certain appeal … It has not the crudeness of the revolver bullet or the blunt weapon.

How strange that a girl could trouble your inmost soul so long as she kept her mouth shut, and that the moment she spoke the glamour could vanish as though it had never been.