Quotes About Investigation

Miss Marple is a white-haired old lady with a gentle, appealing manner—Miss Wetherby is a mixture of vinegar and gush. Of the two Miss Marple is much the more dangerous.

an air of infinite reluctance M. Poirot climbed aboard the train. The conductor climbed after him.

the more we learn, the less and less motive we find for suicide? But for murder, we begin to have a surprising collection of motives!

Poirot said "you will find,M.le docteur,if you have much to do with cases of this kind,that they all resemble each other in one thing." "what is that?" I asked curiously "everyone concerned in them has something to hide

Reflection had never been Mrs Oliver's strong point.

Just exactly what's up on this train? It seems bughouse to me.

It's so difficult, isn't it, to get to know people when there is a murder? And quite impossible to have any really intellectual conversation.

Why, he's Hercule Poirot! You know who I mean—the private detective. They say he's done the most wonderful things—just like detectives do in books.

Real evidence is usually vague and unsatisfactory. It has to be examined—sifted.

Mary Jordan did not die naturally. It was one of us, I think I know which one.

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

When I know what the murderer is like, I shall be able to find out who he is.

Evidence of identification was given by the husband, and the only other evidence was medical. Heather Badcock had died as a result of four grains of hy-ethyl-dexyl-barbo-quinde-lorytate, or, let us be frank, some such name.

Miss Marple,' said Sir Henry, "you frighten me. I hope you will never wish to remove me. Your plans would be too good.

Mas não tão inteligente quanto Hercule Poirot!

The caught murderer is necessarily one of the failures. He is second-rate.

But there are three people, madame, to whom a woman should speak the truth. To her Father Confessor, to her hairdresser and to her private detective – if she trusts him.

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.

Sarah King looked long and searchingly at Hercule Poirot. She noted the egg-shaped head, the gigantic moustaches, the dandified appearance and the suspicious blackness of hair.

The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as "The Styles Case" has now somewhat subsided.

The case was not quite satisfactory to me. All along I was strongly under the impression that we were dealing with a cold-blooded and premeditated crime committed by someone who had contented themselves (very cleverly) with using Monsieur Renauld's own plans for throwing the police off the track. The great criminal (as you may remember my remarking to you once) is always supremely simple." -- Hercule Poirot

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

He went out of the compartment and returned a few moments later with a small spirit stove and a pair of curling tongs. "I use them for the moustaches," he said, referring to the latter.

Belgian stranger—all