You believe that symmetry is the source of all beauty and that order generates virtue. What a pleasure it is to sort through things and tidy up! You are loyal to Poirot's spirit.
"Glory to the hand of man, the equal of his mind!" One is nothing without the other and it is by using both that you were able to solve half of the riddles!
"Glory to the hand of man, the equal of his mind!" One is nothing without the other and it is by using both that you were able to solve all of the riddles!
"Thus spake Poirot". You've done your thinking all on your own, then, like Zarathustra, you revealed the truth to all. You've coordinated the final meeting without a single hitch. Congratulations!
For Hastings, you've skilfully shown the theory of the relativity of viewpoints: that of a sick old lady has as much value as that of a pretty and young girl.
Masterful! You've opened Sir Carmichael's secret drawer! You've put the animals in the right place. Take your rightful place: that of the Emperor in the middle!
As you were loading the revolver you entrusted to Hastings with blanks, you clearly chose a non-violent approach to the problem. You'll thank yourself for it!
This anti-trophy is awarded to you for having made poor little Mary Drower cry. You showed a brutality unworthy of Hercule Poirot. Get a grip on yourself!
Your lack of attention to detail very nearly cost poor Donbar his life! You were perfectly aware that you had to handle him carefully owing to his weak heart! Let's hope that it is a lesson to you.
Intention purifies the action! Some indiscretions are tolerated in the interest of truth, such as: searching without a warrant, reading the Clarke's correspondence, and opening a parcel addressed to Thora Grey.
Did you feel the pervasive presence of the great black dragon at Combeside? It is on Sir Carmichael's watch, the books in his library, Thora Grey's brooch, and the teapot in the lounge.
Is your mind playing tricks on you? You are taking the curse of the dragon seriously and you are accusing Thora Grey of black magic! Do not let your imagination run wild, it's unworthy of Hercule Poirot.