No Innocent Person Ever Has An Alibi.

Plots Come To Me At Such Odd Moments, When I Am Walking Along The Street, Or Examining A Hat Shop… Suddenly A Splendid Idea Comes Into My Head.

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?

You Should Employ Your Little Grey Cells.

If You Are To Be Hercule Poirot, You Must Think Of Everything.

At My Time Of Life, One Knows That The Worst Is Usually True.