Quotes About Investigation

Why, if it isn't Mr. Poirot!" cried the Inspector. He turned to the other man. "You've heard me speak of Mr. Poirot? It was in 1904 he and I worked together — the Abercrombie forgery case — you remember, he was run down in Brussels. Ah, those were great days, moosier.

Ulick Norman Owen.

Poirot said gravely: "He is not very rapid, the good Battle. He gets there slowly, but he does get there in the end, madame.

I think it was just before half past ten.

Softly unbolting the door, he stuck the cat's head round the edge and ejaculated a piercing "Miaow." The Scotland Yard inspector, who was standing outside with another man, jumped in spite of himself.

There is a great charity always to the dead. Do you know what I should like this minute? I should like to find someone who knew Elizabeth Barnard and who does not know she is dead! Then, perhaps, I should hear what is useful to me—the truth.

Io sospetto di tutti fino all'ultimo momento» replicò.

Who are you? You don't belong to the police?" "I am better than the police," said Poirot. He said it without conscious arrogance. It was, to him, a simple statement of fact.

From now on, it is our task to suspect each and every one amongst us

Poirot spoke again, still in the same calm, measured voice.

Julius tapped his revolver.

men like your Hercule Poirot don't have to look for crime—it comes to them.

Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend," observed Poirot philosophically.

How lightly and easily you put the matter aside! Let me tell you that no matter is finished with until Hercule Poirot ceases to concern himself with it!

He was also a stupid man—that is why he is dead.

followed his instructions, taking up my position by the baize door, and wondering what on earth lay behind the request.

Agatha Christie

Poirot, never in the least scrupulous about reading other people's correspondence, glanced through them.

No Woolworth handkerchiefs," reported Race, rapidly replacing the contents of a drawer.

He saw the alarm grow in the dark eyes. Mr. Dubois did not like the appearance of an inspector of the CID. He didn't like it at all.

Agatha Christie

Quite unconsciously he backed away a little towards the door. Inspector Neele noted the movement.

And the victim, mademoiselle, is very often the clue to the mystery." Miss Reilly said: "That's rather clever of you, M. Poirot. It's certainly true that if ever a woman deserved to be murdered Mrs. Leidner was that woman!

The psychology of character is interesting,' returned Poirot unmoved. 'One cannot be interested in crime without being interested in psychology. It is not the mere act of killing, it is what lies behind it that appeals to the expert. You follow me, Hastings?