Quotes About Mystery

This affair advances in a very strange manner.

It Isn't Strychnine, Is It?

After this conversation, Monsieur Poirot, I shall wonder that there is anyone left alive!

Ach! That." Race

I admit that the second murder in the book often cheers things up.

Miss Marple, the guest,

Yes, poor Sir Bartholomew's death has been rather a godsend to me. There's just an off chance, you see, that I might have murdered him. I've rather played up to that.

So we are back at our last rather sketchy idea—fear. By the death of Stephen Babbington, someone gains security.

When you have two crimes precisely similar in design and execution, you find the same brain behind them both." -- Hercule Poirot

I have been wondering—whether it might perhaps be all much simpler than we suppose. Murders so often are quite simple—with an obvious rather sordid motive….

I thought the Chief Constable was going to have apoplexy.

Agatha Christie

My friend, in working upon a case, one does not take into account only the things that are 'mentioned.' There is no reason to mention many things which may be important. Equally, there is often an excellent reason for not mentioning them. You can take your choice of the two motives." -- Hercule Poirot

I mean, I think people are so madly interesting. Don't you? MOLLIE. Well, I suppose some are and (Turning to CHRISTOPHER) some are not. CHRISTOPHER. No, I don't agree. They're all interesting, because you never really know what anyone is like—or what they are really thinking.

Death in the Clouds

You cannot have a murder without motive." -- Hercule Poirot

No, Mr. Fortescue, it was among your father's papers

One may have a crime without a murderer, but for two crimes it is essential to have two bodies." -- Hercule Poirot

Three-Act Tragedy Death in

It is puzzling, I admit, but perhaps we shall find some explanation later. We come now to the evening, and the visit of the mysterious lady. I confess that that fairly baffles me,

I make a good income and I only kill a reasonable number of my patients. How's that?

Really, Poirot! In the Middle Ages you would certainly have been burnt at the stake. How can you possibly know the things you do!

My dear Aunt," said Raymond West with some amusement, "I didn't mean that sort of village incident. I was thinking of murders and disappearances—the kind of thing that Sir Henry could tell us about by the hour if he liked.

You and I, Hastings, are going hunting once again.