I Did Not Deceive You, Mon Ami.

I Have Wanted . . . To Commit A Murder Myself. I Recognized This As The Desire Of The Artist To Express Himself! . . . But-incongruous As It May Seem To Some-i Was Restrained And Hampered By My Innate Sense Of Justice. The Innocent Must Not Suffer.

Don't Think. That Is The Wrong Way To Bring Anything Back. Let It Go. Sooner Or Later It Will Flash Into Your Mind.

Poirot," I Said. "i Have Been Thinking." "an Admirable Exercise My Friend. Continue It.

One Must Make One's Own Mistakes

A Mother's Love For Her Child Is Like Nothing Else In The World.