Quotes About Mystery

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

I had just arrived at these conclusions when the delightful husky laugh from the stage was echoed from behind me. I turned my head sharply. In the seat immediately behind mine, leaning forward with her lips slightly parted, was the subject of the present imitation—Lady Edgware, better known as Jane Wilkinson.

We are all strangers to one another and that, in those circumstances, nobody can be exonerated without fullest proof. There is, as I have said, a devil among us.

Mr. Lester, he takee those,' answered the other, who was a Chinaman. 'He say, puttee them allee in safee place—where pleeceman no lookee.

It is a question of sudden and mysterious death. If I am to believe that it is a martyred angel who has been killed it does not add to the easiness of my task." "I certainly shouldn't call her an angel," said Miss Johnson and the acid tone was even more in evidence.

All this began with a rucksack.

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

Do you not know, my friend, that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desires and aptitudes? Mais oui, c'est vrai. One makes one's little judgments—but nine times out of ten one is wrong.

Brott kan föda romantik.

Agatha Christie

Emily Brent, Vera Claythorne, Dr. Armstrong, Anthony Marston, old Justice Wargrave, Philip Lombard, General Macarthur, C.M.G., D.S.O. Manservant and wife: Mr. and Mrs. Rogers.

there was a good deal going on underneath the quietness.

Mr. Fortescue's contribution to the ritual was a grunt.

Her nephew had once compared life in St. Mary Mead to scum on a pond, and she had indignantly pointed out that smeared on a slide under the microscope there would be plenty of life to be observed. Yes, indeed, in St. Mary Mead, there was always something going on.

Do you know, M. Poirot, I rather hope that this case isn't going to be one of your successes. I'd quite like the murderer of Louise Leidner to get away with it. In fact, I wouldn't much have objected to putting her out of the way myself.

What I feel is that if one has got to have a murder actually happening in one's house, one might as well enjoy it, if you know what I mean.

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

One little soldier boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself And then there were None. Frank Green, 1869

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

Fear, Mr. Burton, is an incalculable thing.

If it's epilepsy we ought to put a cork in his mouth. Who's got a cork?" Nobody had a cork.

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

They won't know. Who's to tell them? Nobody knows but you." It was the second time she had said those words. At this second repetition her voice changed a little