Quotes About Agatha

Oh dear, I never realized what a terrible lot of explaining one has to do in a murder!

With more insight into the English character, I poured out a stiff whisky and soda and placed it in front of the gloomy inspector.

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

To begin with, you must realize that the threatening letters were in the nature of a blind. They might have been lifted bodily out of an indifferently written American crime novel.

This must be Aleppo. Nothing to see, of course. Just a long, poor-lighted platform with loud furious altercations in Arabic going on somewhere. Two men below her window were talking French.

I have had a long experience in the compilation of statistics. From that experience I can assure you that in 87% of cases dishonesty does not pay.

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

At all events, let us examine the position from the point of view of murder, not suicide." "Oh, all right. If you are on the scene, it probably would be murder!" For a moment Poirot smiled. "I hardly like that remark.

Précisément! The body—the cage—is everything of the most respectable—but through the bars, the wild animal looks out.

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.

This book is dedicated to the many readers in this and in other countries who write to me asking: 'What has happened to Tommy and Tuppence? What are they doing now?' My best wishes to you all, and I hope you will enjoy meeting Tommy and Tuppence again, years older, but with spirit unquenched!

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!

Is there a common denominator? I wonder. You know, if there is, I should be inclined to say it is vanity.

Remember, remember The fifth of November Gunpowder treason and plot. We see no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot.

She transferred her gaze to me. "You are his secretary, I suppose?" "Er—yes," I said doubtfully. "Can you write decent English?" "I hope so." "H'm—where did you go to school?" "Eton." "Then you can't.

It is difficult to know quite where to begin this story, but I have fixed my choice on a certain Wednesday at luncheon at the Vicarage.

You'd have been a holy terror if you'd taken to crime.

I regard St. Mary Mead," he said authoritatively, "as a stagnant pool." He looked at us, prepared for resentment at his statement, but somewhat, I think, to his chagrin, no one displayed annoyance. "That is really not a very good simile, dear Raymond," said Miss Marple briskly. "Nothing, I believe, is so full of life under the microscope as a drop of water from a stagnant pool.

The mirror crack'd from side to side: 'The doom has come upon me,' cried the Lady of Shalott.

Ah, yes, I remember reading about that—shocking affair. I don't think I actually ever came across the fellow, though, of course, I knew of him. Toby Armstrong. Nice fellow. Everybody liked him. He had a very distinguished career. Got the V.C.

Some people, under a nervous and self-effacing manner, conceal a great deal of vanity and self-satisfaction.

A groan burst from Poirot. "What have I always told you? Everything must be taken into account. If the fact will not fit the theory—let the theory go.

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