The ABC Murders (Hercule Poirot, #13)

by Agatha Christie

alive.” Mr. Partridge placed his fingertips together and looked at Poirot as though he were a doubtful cheque.

“We’re getting warm,” said Inspector Crome—rather inaccurately, for he himself was always slightly chilly.

Speech, so a wise old Frenchman said to me once, is an invention of man’s to prevent him from thinking.