The Murder on the Links

Now I am old-fashioned. A woman, I consider, should be womanly. I have no patience with the modern neurotic girl who jazzes from morning to night, smokes like a chimney, and uses language which would make a billingsgate fishwoman blush!

The heart of a woman who loves will forgive many blows.

It would mean a good film, the story that you have recounted to me there - but it bears no sort of resemblance to everyday life.' 'I admit that I haven't gone into all the details, but-' 'You have gone farther - you have ignored them magnificently.

When will a woman lie? Sometimes for herself. Usually for the man she loves. Always for her children.

My friend, in working upon a case, one does not take into account only the things that are "mentioned". There is no reason to mention many things which may be important. Equally, there is often an excellent reason for not mentioning them.

There! Now we're friends!" declared the minx. "Say you're sorry about my sister -" "I am desolated!" "That's a good boy!

Man is an unoriginal animal. Unoriginal within the law in his daily respectable life, equally unoriginal outside the law. If a man commits a crime, any other crime he commits will resemble it closely.

The little grey cells, my friend, the little grey cells! They told me.

A malformation of the grey cells may coincide quite easily with the face of a Madonna.

The sons of rich men are proverbially wild.

Height, five feet four inches, egg-shaped head carried a little to one side, eyes that shone green when he was excited, stiff military moustache, air of dignity immense!

If it is necessary for a criminal to be a consummate actress, then by all means assume her to be one.

«Non posso chiamarti Bella» dicevo, «perché non è il tuo no-me. E Dulcie mi è così poco familiare! Dunque ti chiamerò Cenerentola. E ti ricorderò che Cenerentola sposò un principe. Io non sono un principe... ma...» Lei m'interruppe. «Cenerentola aveva una parte ben difficile da sostenere. Poteva essere sicura di diventare una principessa in piena regola? Perché, dopo tutto, non era che una piccola sguattera e...» «Ora tocca al principe interrompere» ribattei. «E sai che cosa disse?» «No.» «"All'inferno!" disse il principe. E la baciò.» E l'azione seguì alla parola.

We established ourselves on the grassy knoll as Poirot had suggested,

By Jove, Poirot,’ I exclaimed, ‘did you see that young goddess?’ Poirot

Now I am old-fashioned. A woman, I consider, should be womanly. I have no patience with the modern neurotic girl who jazzes from morning to night, smokes like a chimney, and uses language which would make a Billingsgate fishwoman blush! I

methods of Hercule Poirot. I do not run to and fro, making

You speak of my manner to you being insulting. Well, once or twice, your manner has annoyed me" "I am enchanted to hear it," said Poirot.

It is puzzling, I admit, but perhaps we shall find some explanation later. We come now to the evening, and the visit of the mysterious lady. I confess that that fairly baffles me,

Arrange your ideas. Be methodical. Be orderly. There is the secret of success.

I had learned, with Poirot, that the less dangerous he looked, the more dangerous he was.