You've a pretty good nerve," said Ratchett. "Will twenty thousand dollars tempt you?" It will not." If you're holding out for more, you won't get it. I know what a thing's worth to me." I, also M. Ratchett." What's wrong with my proposition?" Poirot rose. "If you will forgive me for being personal - I do not like your face, M. Ratchett," he said.

One does see so much evil in a village,' murmured Miss Marple in an explanatory voice.

Fear is incomplete knowledge.

the detective's highest talent lay in the gentle art of seeking favours under the guise of conferring them!

I believe, Messieurs, in loyalty---to one's friends and one's family and one's caste.

Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master.

Things never come when they are expected.