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.’

‘There’s Jerash,’ he said. ‘Care about that sort of thing?’ ‘I am interested in everything!’ ‘Yes,’ said Carbury. ‘That’s the only way to react to life.’