Quotes About Mystery

Ackroyd was sitting as I had left him in the armchair before the fire. His head had fallen sideways, and clearly visible, just below the collar of his coat, was a shining piece of twisted metalwork. Parker and I advanced till we stood over the recumbent figure. I heard the butler draw in his breath with a sharp hiss. "Stabbed from be'ind," he murmured. "'Orrible!

Already, at twenty-three minutes to one, Ratchett was dead—" "And it was his murderer speaking!" finished M. Bouc impressively. Poirot

What was the point of all the odd questions he was continually shooting at her, Iris? Wasn't there something very queer about George lately? The odd fuddled look he had in the evenings! Lucilla attributed it to a glass or so too much of port. Lucilla would! No, there was something queer about George lately. He seemed to be labouring under a mixture of excitement interlarded with great spaces of complete apathy when he sunk in a coma.

Your conclusions are, I think, justified," he said. "Ulick Norman Owen! In Miss Brent's letter, though the signature of the surname is a mere scrawl the Christian names are reasonably clear-Una Nancy -in either case, you notice, the same initials. Ulick Norman OwenUna Nancy Owen-each time, that is to say, U. N. Owen. Or by a slight stretch of fancy, UNKNOWN!

Poirot. "You find out

It was five o'clock on a winter's morning in Syria.

Blood tells—always remember that—blood tells." -- Hercule Poirot

It's the muddle-headed loyalty of friends and relations that makes a detective's life so difficult.

That's queer," I ejaculated suddenly beneath my breath.

woman could act her part with that icy unconcern. Poirot did not make his appearance the following morning,

Very difficult, mon ami. But as you know well, difficulties rejoice the heart of Hercule Poirot.

Lord Cronshaw's party consisted of six people: he himself, his uncle, the Honourable Eustace Beltane, a pretty American widow, Mrs. Mallaby, a young actor, Chris Davidson, his wife, and last but not least, Miss Coco Courtenay. It was a fancy dress ball, as you know, and

Ten little soldier boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were Nine. Nine

I did not tell you that Helena Andrenyi was Mrs. Armstrong's sister?

But why? What earthly benefit can accrue from such a crime—even in the most diseased imagination?

Agatha Christie

It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story.

Mr Goby turned over another leaf of his notebook and selected his confidante: he chose an electric radiator...

Can't you ever leave murder alone, woman? Even murder in retrospect?

there was a girl who discovered the body." "What did she do when she discovered it?" "Screamed." "Very nice too,

Det kan du stole på. Liker du detektivfortellinger? Det gjør jeg. Jeg leser alle sammen, og har navnetrekkene til Dorothy Sayers og Agatha Christie og Dickson Carr og H.C. Bailey.

He has a kind of genius for going to the root of the matter, and right up to the end no one has any idea of what he is really thinking.

Detective stories are mostly bunkum... But they amuse people... And they're useful sometimes.

Agatha Christie