Quotes About Mystery

But rest assured, my indications will lead you to the truth." He paused. Then he said: "And perhaps, then, you would wish that they had not led you so far. You would say instead: 'Ring down the curtain.

Mrs. Ferrars died on the night of the 16th-17th September—a Thursday. I was sent for at eight o'clock on the morning of Friday the 17th. There was nothing to be done. She had been dead some hours.

Agatha Christie

doctor's tone caught Poirot's attention

I showed him both letters when the second one came. He was inclined to think the whole thing a hoax.

The weapon lay on the floor - a bronze figure about two feet high, the base of it stained and wet. Mr. Satterthwaite bent over it curiously. "A Venus," he said softly. "So he was struck down by Venus." He found food for poetic meditation in the thought.

Evidence Against Him or Suspicious Circumstances: Pipe-cleaner.

The only thing I can't make up my mind about is whether it is an insult or a compliment to be considered a potential murderess. On the whole, I think it's a compliment.

But I tell you this—if you try and saddle Fleetwood with this business you'll have me to deal with." "And who exactly are you?" asked Poirot sweetly. Mr. Ferguson got rather red.

Yes, yes, I know that. But why did you fall in love with him? What attracted you to him so much?" She crinkled her eyes as though trying to see through the eyes of a girl now dead.

Miss Debenham, whose second name is Hermione,

He went slowly out of the boat house, unhappy and displeased with himself. He, Hurcule Poirot, had been summoned to prevent a murder and he had not prevented it. It had happened. What was even more humiliating was that he had no real ideas, even now, as to what has actually happened. It was ignominious. And tomorrow, he must return to London, defeated. His ego was seriously deflated. Even his mustache drooped.

Ojos grandes, grises, como lagos muertos.

Then,' said Poirot, 'having placed my solution before you, I have the honour to retire from the case…

Agatha Christie

Not at all," said Mrs. Oliver. "Least likely person. It seems to work out in real life just the same as in books.

The light from the window caught her pince-nez and made them give off little flashes.

Cher ami!" Poirot had said to me as I left the room. They were the last words I was ever to hear him say. For when Curtiss came to attend to his master he found that master dead.

The shrill note of a bell made them both jump. "That's the front door," said Giles. "Enter - a murderer," he added facetiously.

A crime can be a work of art. A detective can be an artist.

Ulick Norman Owen.

She went out of the window again. Griselda turned to Miss Marple. "Why did you step on my foot?" The old lady was smiling. "I thought you were going to say something, my dear. And it is often so much better to let things develop on their own lines. I don't think, you know, that that child is half so vague as she pretends to be. She's got a very definite idea in her head and she's acting upon it.

Poirot drew himself up in an important manner.

I think it was just before half past ten.