Quotes About Mystery

If Miss Debenham is innocent, why did she conceal that fact? Why did she tell me that she had never been in America?

To begin with, nobody actually heard the shot. Two or three women say they did because they want to think they did - but that's all there is to it.

Paeonies," said Miss Marple as she rose from table, "are most unaccountable. Either they do—or they don't do. But if they do establish themselves, they are with you for life, so to speak, and really most beautiful varieties nowadays.

And for five long hours the little man sat motionless, blinking his eyelids like a cat, his green eyes flickering and becoming steadily greener and greener.

The murderer is with us—on the train now….

Years since I've seen you, Moosior Poirot. Thought you were growing vegetable marrows in the country." "I tried, Japp, I tried. But even when you grow vegetable marrows you cannot get away from murder.

Sir Henry Clithering, ex-Commissioner of Scotland Yard, sat silent, twisting his moustache—or rather stroking it—and half smiling, as though at some inward thought that amused him. "Sir Henry," said Mrs. Bantry at last. "If you don't say something I shall scream. Are there a lot of crimes that go unpunished, or are there not?

In all the world there is nothing so curious and so interesting and so beautiful as truth….

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.

I tell you he brought bad luck—I say it is the Evil Eye he had." Her hand shot out again in the well-known Latin gesture—the first finger and the little finger sticking out, the two middle ones doubled in.

A good way behind came Hercule Poirot. He trod softly like a cat.

Agatha Christie

Wargrave murdered Edward Seton all right, murdered him as surely as if he'd stuck a stiletto through him! But he was clever enough to do it from the judge's seat in wig and gown. So in the ordinary way you can't bring his little crime home to him.

Sommige van de grootste misdadigers die ik heb gekend hadden engelengezichten,' sprak Poirot opgewekt. 'Een misvorming van de grijze cellen kan heel goed samengaan met het gezicht van een madonna.

Sarah said frowning: "I don't understand doctor Gerard. He seems to think - " "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark," quoted Poirot. "You see, I know your Shakespeare.

Only a rose-shaded lamp shed its glow on the figure in the armchair.

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

like a good detective story,' he said. 'But, you know, they begin in the wrong place! They begin with the murder. But the murder is the end. The story begins long before that—years before sometimes—with all the causes and events that bring certain people to a certain place at a certain time on a certain day.

Not so. Voyons! One fact leads to another—so we continue. Does the next fit in with that? A merveille! Good! We can proceed. This next little fact —no! Ah, that is curious! There is something missing—a link in the chain that is not there. We examine. We search. And that little curious fact, that possibly paltry little detail that will not tally, we put it here!" He made an extravagant gesture with his hand. "It is significant! It is tremendous!

The girl started. 'I—I don't know. I shall never forget it. I dream of it.

Come now, monsieur, you're not going to run down the value of details as clues?

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?

I wonder," I said. "I think each one of us in his secret heart fancies himself as Sherlock Holmes.

Vaguely reminiscent of a large bumblebee, Chief-Inspector Fred Davy wandered around the confines of the Criminal Investigation Department, humming to himself.