“You weren't quite accurate just now." "I? Not accurate?" Poirot sounded affronted.”

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

“Poirot thought it not quite professional to begin a routine working day before ten.”

“My dear Poirot, it's not for me to dictate to you. You have a right to your own opinion, just as I have mine.”

“He dragged me back - just in time. A tree had crashed down on to the side walk, just missing us. Poirot stared at it, pale and upset. "It was a near thing that! But clumsy, all the same - for I had no suspicion - at least hardly any suspicion. Yes, but for my quick eyes, the eyes of a cat, Hercule Poirot might now be crushed out of existence - a terrible calamity for the world. And you, too, mon ami - though that would not be such a national catastrophe." "Thank you," I said coldly.”

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

“What are you doing, Poirot?""I dissect rucksacks. It is very interesting.”