The Murder on the Links

For whom will a woman lie? Sometimes for herself, usually for the man she loves, always for her children

I noticed a magnificent model of a foxhound adorning Poirot's mantelpiece.

In answer to my inquiring glance, Poirot nodded.

'Mais oui. I got my five hundred francs! Is he not a splendid fellow? I call him Giraud!'

. 'My friend, do you remember when we drove into Merlinville that first day? And the beautiful girl we saw standing at the gate? You asked me if I had not noticed a young goddess, and I replied to you that I had seen only a girl with anxious eyes. That is how I have thought of Marthe Daubreuil from the beginning. The girl with the anxious eyes.

The great criminal (as you may remember my remarking to you once) is always supremely simple.'

'Excite yourself not! Leave it to Papa Poirot. I can find her for you as soon as I have five little minutes?'

You speak of my manner to you being insulting. Well, once or twice, your manner has annoyed me.'

'I am enchanted to hear it' said Poirot.

'Come now,' urged Poirot, 'is it agreed?'

'I have no wish to take your money from you.'

'Make your mind easy—you will not?'

I had learned, with Poirot, that the less dangerous he looked, the more dangerous he was.

Yes, she is a great woman! If she loved a criminal, she loved him royally?'

For whom will a woman lie? Sometimes for herself, usually for the man she loves, always for her children.