“Wasn’t much disguise to pierce! Not many like you about, are there? Don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad one. Difficult to say.” “I prefer, mademoiselle, to be unique.” “You’ve got your wish, I should say,” said Miss Peabody drily. “Now then, Mr. Poirot, I gave you all the gossip you wanted the other day. Now it’s my turn to ask questions.
What’s it all about? Eh? What’s it all about?” “Are you not asking a question to which you already know the answer?”