Quotes About Christie

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

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

Poirot: My name is Hercule Poirot, you know the name perhaps? American passenger: Why yes, it does seem kind of familiar, only I thought it was some kind of a woman's dressmaker. Poirot: (exasperated sigh) It is incredible.

Eve. The Lee family reunion, never a lively affair, is interrupted

other, stood there, looking hostile. "Can I see Colonel Pikeaway?

Bad habit, lunch. A banana and a water biscuit is all any sane healthy man should need in the middle of the day.

Oh, quite so. Count them both in as possibles. She for jealousy. He for his career. Divorce would have dished that. Not that divorce means as much as it used to, but in his case it would have meant the antagonism of the Kidderminster clan.

I had an idea that you would not. My little ideas, you know, they are very valuable to me.

Going to a well-worn overcoat hanging on the back of the door, he took from the pocket a packet of cheap cigarettes and some matches.

manner. He was very apologetic. So early

Of course it is wicked,' I said briskly. 'There is nothing that you can tell me about people's minds that would astonish or surprise me.

do not waste time taking photographs of interiors they are underexposed and not in the least artistic.

Rhoda Dawes came out of Debenham's and stood meditatively upon the pavement.

Saya katakan padanya bahwa saya boleh menamakan diri saya Nemesis, Dewi Keadilan, dan dia suka sekali mendengarnya.

I will give you my valuable advice. You needn't take it. People seldom do take advice, but you might as well have it.

As you are on the scene, it probably would be murder!" For a moment Poirot smiled.

Let us be businesslike, madame. Now, then, you and your husband reside — where?" "Polgarwith, a small market town in Cornwall.

Mr. Satterthwaite sipped China tea from a Dresden cup, and ate a microscopic sandwich and chatted.

My dear," he said, "so many people are disgusting about so many things.

opened the door, gave him a gentle little propelling shove out of it.

his objection to golf as a game "shapeless and haphazard," whose only redeeming feature was the tee boxes!

What an extraordinary coincidence." "How—a coincidence?" "That my mother should have made a will on the very day of her death!

It is odd, when you have a secret belief of your own which you do not wish to acknowledge, the voicing of it by someone else will rouse you to a fury of denial.

Only his eyes were the same as ever, shrewd and twinkling, and now — yes, undoubtedly — softened with emotion.