Peril at End House

but I haven’t quite fathomed the will business yet

Nick always told lies,’ said Frederica, composedly

That’s the gospel truth.’

It would probably have bashed my head in.

spick and span

She was afraid that this queer little foreigner was going to be a nuisance

Mademoiselle Nick flinched when a bee flew past?

He continued to revolve the hat slowly on his finger.

Poirot stooped to pick it up and twirled it round

modestly averting his eyes.