I’m just a jealous cat—but that’s what I feel like. She’s so horribly successful and poised and assured.” Hercule Poirot looked a little astonished by the outburst. He took her by the arm and gave her a friendly little shake. “Tenez—you will feel better for having said that!” “I just hate her! I’ve never hated anyone so much at first sight.” “Magnificent!”
