You have a tendency, Hastings, to prefer the least likely. That, no doubt, is from reading too many detective stories.

I just woke up feeling happy this morning. You know those days when everything in the world seems right.

Is there ever any particular spot where one can put one's finger and say, "It all began that day, at such a time and such a place, with such an incident?

fiction is founded on truth....unless things did happen,people couldn't think of them.

My remarks are, as always, apt, sound, and to the point. (Hercule Poirot)

What an absurdity to go and bury oneself in South America, where they are always having revolutions.

Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?