Quotes About Intrigue

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.

Well, of course, it was not any of my business but you get very queer glimpses of life sometimes, and you can't help speculating about them.

Murder develops. Yes, like a photograph, isn't it?" "It's very much like photography really," said Dermot. "Quite a good comparison of yours.

Romance can be a by-product of crime.

Only cats and witches walk in the dark.

Women are fiends-absolute fiends.

I said, life will not pass her by. Strange and exciting events will surround her. You've only got to look at her to know it.

They found he'd had a lethal dose of something that only a doctor could pronounce properly. As far as I remember it sounds vaguely like di-flor, hexagonal-ethylcarbenzol. That's not the right name. But that's roughly what it sounds like.

It has just happened that I have found myself in the vicinity of murder rather more often than would seem normal.

Well, perhaps you're right, Miss Blacklock, but my own diagnosis would be a severe attack of Nosey Parkeritis …

Where there is murder, anything can happen.

Hemlock in the cocktails, wasn't it? Something of that kind.

Either her dream had taken a very odd turn or else - or else Mary had really rushed into the room and had said (incredible! fantastic!) that there was a body in the library.

A little difficult to know where you were with Elinor. She didn't reveal much of what she thought and felt about things. He liked that about her. He hated people who reeled off their thoughts and feelings to you, who took it for granted that you wanted to know all their mechanism. Reserve was always more interesting.

You must remember, too," he added, "that we deal with no ordinary criminal, but with the second greatest brain in the world." I forbore to pander to his conceit by asking the obvious question.

La mejor receta para la novela policíaca: el detective no debe saber nunca más que el lector.

Well," said Adam, as Poirot went out. "First girls' knees, and now draughtsmanship! What next, I wonder!

She's not sensual. She doesn't want affairs. It's just cold-blooded experiment on her part and the fun of stirring people up and setting them against each other. She dabbled in that too. She's the sort of woman who's never had a row with anyone in her life--but rows always happen where she is! She makes them happen. She's kind of female Iago. She must have drama. But she doesn't want to be involved herself. She's always outside pulling strings--looking on--enjoying it!

Heart failure, it explains nothing! I have yet to meet a corpse whose heart it still beats.

As one journeys through life," said Poirot, "one finds more and more that people are often interested in things that are none of their own business. Even more so than they are in things that could be considered as their own business.

One does see so much evil in a village," murmured Miss Marple in an explanatory voice.

The judge murmured with a reptilian smile:

The things she said seemed to have very little relation to the last thing she had said a minute before. She was the sort of person, Tommy thought, who might know a great deal more than she chose to reveal.