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At the small table, sitting very upright, was one of the ugliest old ladies he had ever seen. It was an ugliness of distinction - it fascinated rather than repelled. She sat very upright. Round her neck was a collar of very large pearls which, improbable though it seemed, were real. Her hands were covered with rings. Her sable coat was pushed back on her shoulders. A very small and expensive black toque was hideously unbecoming to the yellow, toad-like face beneath it.
I like to see an angry Englishman," said Poirot. "They are very amusing. The more emotional they feel the less command they have of language.
But I know human nature, my friend, and I tell you that, suddenly confronted with the possibility of being tried for murder, the most innocent person will lose their head and do the most absurd things.
If you confront anyone who has lied with the truth, they usually admit it—often out of sheer surprise. It is only necessary to guess right to produce your effect.
But the house had certainly been built by a millionaire and was said to be absolutely the last word in luxury.
We’d better rope in Blore to help us. He’ll be a good man in a pinch.
Cat’s out of the bag, it seems.
And now Dr Armstrong had definitely arrived.
I only mention it because it agrees with the other evidence.
Roger’s face was working. Its colour was grayish green. His hands shook.
Breakfast was a curious meal. Every one was very polite.
What we’re looking for is a madman. What price Macarthur?
I’m a domestic sort of man. I’ll give you a hand.
Mr Davis was quite fluent on the subject.
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