The Body in the Library (Miss Marple, #3)

by Agatha Christie

“The only things I could do were dance and play tennis. I got taken on at an hotel on the Riviera. Good pickings there. I suppose I was doing well. Then I overheard an old Colonel, real old Colonel, incredibly ancient, British to the backbone and always talking about Poona. He went up to the manager and said at the top of his voice: “‘Where’s the gigolo? I want to get hold of the gigolo. My wife and daughter want to dance, yer know. Where is the feller? What does he sting yer for? It’s the gigolo I want.’” Raymond went on: “Silly to mind—but I did. I chucked it.

I absolutely get this. It puts me on his side for good.