Quotes About McCrodden

John McCrodden's anger, Poirot thought, was equal to Sylvia Rule's but different: less explosive, more enduring. He would not forget, whereas she might if a new and more pressing drama occurred.

He had the kind of handsome face that one rarely encountered apart from in works of art. His features might have been chiselled by a master craftsman. [...] Poirot wondered if McCrodden had sought to cancel out the advantages that nature had bestowed on him [...] by making himself look as repellent as possible.

As surely as John McCrodden had filled Poirot's room with cold contempt, Annabel Treadway had brought sorrow in with her.