Cat Among the Pigeons

Everybody always knows something," said Adam, "even if it's something they don't know they know.

No sign, so far, of anything sinister—but I live in hope.

One must make one's own mistakes

But Aunt Maureen makes smashing omelettes." Julia Upjohn. "She makes smashing omelettes." Poirot's voice was happy. He sighed. "Then Hercule Poirot has not lived in vain, he said. It was I who taught your Aunt Maureen to make an omelette.

Don't you know, you idiot, that that is what every fool of a woman says about her child? Miss Bulstrode's thoughts.

Miss Bulstrode had another faculty which demonstrated her superiority over most other women. She could listen.

Well,” said Adam, as Poirot went out. “First girls’ knees, and now draughtsmanship! What next, I wonder!

They knew, none better, the havoc caused by a good-looking young man to the hearts of adolescent girls.

The thing people don't seem to want anywhere nowadays...is anyone who's got a bit of ordinary common sense...but I often think that that's the only thing the world really needs-just a bit of common sense.

Snapshots were handed round. The menace of coloured transparencies was in the offing. All the enthusiasts wanted to show their own pictures, but to get out of being forced to see other people's.

Lady Veronica was not an unknown hazard. She was a charming woman [..] and very delightful when she was, as they put it herself - but unfortunately at unpredictable intervals, she was not herself. Her husband, Major Carlton-Sandways coped fairly well.

If she’d been born in an African tribe she might have been a witch doctor.