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June 6 - June 23, 2022
He used to say that all good detective work was a mere matter of method.
I believe a speck of dust would have caused him more pain than a bullet wound.
“Ah!” Poirot shook his forefinger so fiercely at me that I quailed before it. “Beware! Peril to the detective who says: ‘It is so small—it does not matter. It will not agree. I will forget it.’ That way lies confusion! Everything matters.”
Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely.”
Everything must be taken into account. If the fact will not fit the theory—let the theory go.”
Still, there it is, we were in the wrong, and now there’s a beastly feeling that one ought to make amends; which is difficult, when one doesn’t like the fellow a bit better than one did before.
The Scotland Yard men came and went, examining, questioning, lynx-eyed and reserved of tongue.
“Instinct is a marvellous thing,” mused Poirot. “It can neither be explained nor ignored.”
There are times when it is one’s duty to assert oneself.
Yet beautiful women had been known to poison.
“Every murderer is probably somebody’s old friend,”
The happiness of one man and woman is the greatest thing in all the world.”
A man in love is a sorry spectacle.
