Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

by Agatha Christie

“You arouse my gastronomic juices, Madame.”

He was an extremely English-looking person. Tall, cadaverous and unemotional.

Her general effect was that of a lot of bones flung together at random.

though capable of thinking, she never thought unless told to do so.

But really, M. Poirot, what would one be if one wasn’t alive?” “Dead,” said Poirot.

“But you know there’s a limit to the sensibleness of sensible women.

Men,” said Mrs. Samuelson, rearranging her handsome diamond bracelet and turning her rings on her fingers, “think of nothing but money.”