Quotes About Clue

Scotland Yard! he cried.

Riddlesdale Lodge at half-past four. Deceased

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.

Lieutenant D'Agosta

spaces again. I guess one citation wasn't enough." Pendergast pulled out the previous ticket. "You mean this?" "That's right." Pendergast neatly tore it in half and tucked the pieces back into his pocket. The chief frowned.

Mr. Satterthwaite looked cheered. Suddenly an idea struck him. His jaw fell. "My goodness," he cried, "I've only just realized it! That rascal, with his poisoned cocktail! Anyone might have drunk it! It might have been me!" "There is an even more terrible possibility that you have not considered," said Poirot. "Eh?" "It might have been me," said Hercule Poirot.

Ah, but my dear sir, the why must never be obvious. That is the whole point.

Why didn't they ask the Evans?

So you think that the coco- mark well what I say, Hastings, the coco- contained strychnine?" "Of course! That salt on the tray, what else could it have been?" "It might have been salt." replied Poirot placidly.

Hercule Poirot spread out his hands in his most foreign manner.

Nurse Leatheran has been giving me valuable information about the various members of the expedition. Incidentally I have learnt a good deal - about the victim. And the victim, mademoiselle, is very often the clue to the mystery.

In fact,' said Poirot, 'she stabbed him in the dark, not realising that he was dead already, but somehow deduced that he had a watch in his pyjama pocket, took it out, put back the hands blindly and gave it the requisite dent.

And briefly and succinctly, he put Miss Marple's theory of the crime before the doctor, ending up with her final suggestion.

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

mrs. McGinty's dead..how did she die? down on one knee..just like I mrs. McGinty's dead..how did she die? holding her hand out..just like I mrs. McGinty's dead.. how did she die? sticking her neck out..just like I

Reflection had never been Mrs Oliver's strong point.

We established ourselves on the grassy knoll as Poirot had suggested,

But how can any one be in there? There's no door except into this room. Your memory is excellent, Hastings. Now for the deductions.

To-tre dager senere mottok frøken Marple et brev med ettermiddagsposten. Hun tok det opp, og som vanlig snudde hun det, kikket på poststempelet og håndskriften, kom til at det ikke var en regning og åpnet konvolutten.

I should have kept him to the end," said Mrs. Oliver. "In a book, I mean," she added apologetically. "Real life's a bit different," said Battle. "I know," said Mrs. Oliver. "Badly constructed.

Yes. If there is a murderer in the woodpile—and I think there is, Hastings. Yes, I think there is….

Murder, do you mean?" Miss Marple looked shocked. "I don't know why you should assume that I think of murder all the time." "Nonsense, Jane. Why don't you come out boldly and call yourself a criminologist and have done with it?

it is a lady's handkerchief,

Ach! That." Race