Appointment with Death (Hercule Poirot, #19)

by Agatha Christie

‘They turned me out of one place today because I had on a sleeveless dress,’ she said ruefully. ‘Apparently the Almighty doesn’t like my arms in spite of having made them.’

‘Alas! one is always incurably interested in one’s own subject.’

‘There is no doubt that her death was—how shall we put it?—beneficial to the community.