“Because it is true. I am charming to my friends one day, and forget all about them the next.”

After all, though he was old, Poirot had been a great man in his day.

“The mind is confused? Is it not so? Take time, mon ami. You are agitated; you are excited—it is but natural. Presently, when we are calmer, we will arrange the facts, neatly, each in his proper place. We will examine—and reject. Those of importance we will put on one side; those of no importance, pouf!”—he

“Believe me, Miss Howard,” said Poirot very earnestly, “if Mr. Inglethorp is the man, he shall not escape me. On my honour, I will hang him as high as Haman!”

He turned up from nowhere, on the pretext of being a second cousin or something of Evie’s, though she didn’t seem particularly keen to acknowledge the relationship.

The happiness of one man and one woman is the greatest thing in all the world.”

Cynthia is a protegee of my mother’s, the daughter of an old schoolfellow of hers,

“John may live here, but I shall not.” “You are going to leave him?” “Yes.” “But why?” She paused a long time, and said at last: “Perhaps—because I want to be—free!” And, as she spoke, I had a sudden vision of broad spaces, virgin tracts of forests, untrodden lands—and a realization of what freedom would mean to such a nature as Mary Cavendish. I

There are times when it is one’s duty to assert oneself.