Agatha Christie

inclined to underestimate my mental capacities. But his pleasure was so evident

It was really this last named trait of hers which was causing me these pangs of indecision.

pretty mare’s nest you’ve got us into this time,” Japp was saying. “It’s too bad of you, M. Poirot. …

of the earth hitherto the largest and most stirring

parchment. Picking up a pen she dipped it in the inkstand

he remarked disparagingly, indicating the disembarking passengers