Quotes About Detective

My idea is that Miss Vane didn't do it, said Wimsey. I dare say that's an idea which has already occurred to you, but with the weight of my great mind behind it, no doubt is strikes the imagination more forcibly.

A good detective not only has to be intelligent, persevering and prepared to do enless boring routine work, he also needs one other quality: Intuition. I see it rather as the ability to make connections which are there but are not immediately apparent. Subterranean connections.

I am a private detective. I am paid to be inquisitive and presumptuous.

What was the Sherlock Holmes principle? 'Once you have discounted the impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.' " "I reject that entirely," said Dirk sharply. "The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it which the merely improbable lacks.

An accident is only a puzzle piece that hasn't yet found its place in the picture. A good detective collects all 'accidents,' no matter how insignificant.

I'm afraid so," said Pendergast. "The body, it appears, has been buttered and sugared.

Have you ever read The Hollow Man, by John Dickson Carr?

Lieutenant D'Agosta

Ha a történet már-már unalomba fullad, mindig feldobja pár liter vér. Mrs. Oliver

"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."

You should employ your little grey cells

There is no detective in England equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.

You have a tendency, Hastings, to prefer the least likely. That, no doubt, is from reading too many detective stories.

Unless you are good at guessing, it is not much use being a detective.

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

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.

You tell your lies and you think nobody knows. But there are two people who know. Yes- two people. One is le bon Dieu - and the other is Hercule Poirot

The little grey cells, my friend, the little grey cells! They told me.

I, Hercule Poirot, am not amused.

Why didn't they ask the Evans?

I have always disapproved of murder.

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.