One, Two, Buckle My Shoe (Hercule Poirot, #23)

by Agatha Christie

‘Don’t sidetrack me. I was saying that if—only if, mind you—that blasted woman committed suicide, if she’d drowned herself for instance, the body would have come ashore by now. If she was murdered, the same thing.’ ‘Not if a weight was attached to her body and it was put into the Thames.’ ‘From a cellar in Limehouse, I suppose! You’re talking like a thriller by a lady novelist.’ ‘I know—I know. I blush when I say these things!’