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He said, and there was a wistful note in his voice: 'It is true that your moustache is superb…Tell me, do you use for it a special pomade?' 'Pomade? Good lord, no!' 'What do you use?' 'Use? Nothing at all. It—it just grows.' Poirot sighed.

and proceeding to follow the example of the devil in quoting Scripture for his own ends I added: "She looketh to the ways of her household….

His poems have no capital letters in them, which is, I believe, the essence of modernity.

Emily was a selfish old woman in her way. She was very generous, but she always wanted a return. She never let people forget what she had done for them—and, that way she missed love.

The supernatural seems supernatural. But the science of tomorrow is the supernatural of today.

Is she a very clever little actress, acting a part? Or is she a genuine semi-moronic suicidal victim?

A slightly uncommon condition of the some-long-word. Nothing at all serious, but it just needs putting right. A simple treatment.

A malformation of the grey cells may coincide quite easily with the face of a Madonna.

You seem to know a hell of a lot about everything, you little foreign cock duck.

I disdained to argue, and entrenched my curiosity behind a rampart of pretended indifference.

In my experience, bossy women seldom get themselves murdered. I can't think why not. When you come to think of it, it's rather a pity.

There was a moment's stupefied silence. Japp, who was the least surprised of any of us, was the first to speak.

I can admire the perfect murderer--I can also admire a tiger-- that splendid tawny-striped beast. But I will admire him from outside his cage. I will not go inside. That is to say, not unless it is my duty to do so. For you see, Mr. Shaitana, the tiger might spring. . . .

Mrs. Bantry reflected a minute and then applied an urgent conjugal elbow to her sleeping spouse.

Yes," said Miss Marple. "The children of Lucifer are often beautiful—And as we know, they flourish like the green bay tree.

Height, five feet four inches, egg-shaped head carried a little to one side, eyes that shone green when he was excited, stiff military moustache, air of dignity immense!

Poor Joanna's handwriting is rather noticeable?sprawls about all over the envelope like an inebriated spider.

Poirot realized with a momentary flicker of amusement that he had not made himself popular by his critical attitude. Linnet was used to unqualified admiration of all she was or did. Hercule Poirot had sinned noticeably against this creed. Mrs Allerton, joining him,

Popular feeling is very often sentimental, muddle-headed, and eminently unsound, but it cannot be disregarded for all that.

Tommy, why did they put Maldon Surrey on the telegram?" "Because Maldon is in Surrey, idiot.

Retired soldiers are the worst sufferers when they engage in financial operations. I have found that their credulity far exceeds that of widows--and that is saying a good deal.

Dyspepsia is responsible for many a reputation for romantic melancholy or ungovernable rages.

Good morning, mademoiselle. Yes, it is as you say. You now behold a detective—a great detective, I may say—in the act of detecting!

I told you there was nothing to it," said Arbuthnot apologetically. "But you know what it is—early hours of the morning—everything very still—the thing had a sinister look—like a detective story. All nonsense, really.