Wordsmitten Wednesday: Talk Like a Poirot Day!

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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.”
― Agatha Christie, The Big Four

Wordsmitten Wednesday: After the Funeral

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“I may,” said Poirot in a completely unconvinced tone, “be wrong.”
Morton smiled. “But that doesn’t often happen to you?”
“No. Though I will admit – yes, I am forced to admit – that it has happened to me.”
“I must say I’m glad to hear it! To be always right must be sometimes monotonous.”
“I do not find it so,” Poirot assured him.
Agatha Christie, After the Funeral