After the Funeral (Hercule Poirot, #33)

by Agatha Christie

George said with a sudden flicker of the eyes: “I’d say any money came in useful these days. Everyone’s hard up.” “But not desperate,” Mr. Entwhistle pointed out. “It’s the desperation that counts.”

It seems so stupid to go and commit a murder unless it’s absolutely necessary.” “And Cora’s murder, you feel, was unnecessary?” “It all seems so stupid.” Should murder make sense? Mr. Entwhistle wondered. Academically the answer was yes. But many pointless crimes were on record. It depended, Mr. Entwhistle reflected, on the mentality of the murderer. What did he really know about murderers

“My dear fellow. I shouldn’t pay any attention! The explanation is quite simple. The woman’s at a certain time of life—craving for sensation, unbalanced, unreliable—might say anything. They do, you know!”

Gosh

Miss Gilchrist’s memory seemed to be almost wholly culinary.