Classic detectives

“It’s interesting,” said Joyce Lampriere, “I don’t really want to tell this story. It happened a long time ago, more precisely, five years ago. And it still ...

“Mabel is my niece. She was a wonderful girl. In fact, she is a very good girl, just a little, as they say, too. She loved to act out small tragedies and, wh...

“I remembered something,” said Jane Hellier. Her beautiful face lit up with the smile of a child awaiting approval. The smile was one of those that delighted...

“ “Well, now Mrs. Bee,” said Sir Henry Clittering brightly. Mrs. Bantry, the mistress of the house, looked at him with cold reproach: “I already told you, pl...

“On Saturday morning, Sir Henry Clittering, ex-Commissioner of Scotland Yard, coming down to breakfast, almost collided with the mistress of the house, Mrs. ...

“Mr. Isaac Poyntz took the cigar out of his mouth and said approvingly: “It’s a very nice little place.” He said this as if he had set a test on Dartmouth ha...

“Having gone ashore in Palma from the Barcelona-Mallorca steamship, Mr. Parker Pyne immediately encountered the first obstacle. There were no rooms in the ho...

“Large logs crackled merrily in the wide fireplace, their crackling almost drowned in the hubbub of six tirelessly noisy voices. The young people gathered in...

“The title sounded catchy, and I pointed it out to my friend, Hercule Poirot. I knew nothing about the participants in this case. My interest was as impartia...

“The Murder of Father Frost” is such a classic English detective story, but it happened in an exemplary Gallic provincial town and was played in French. A de...

“Mr. Satterthwaite looked thoughtfully at the owner of the house, who was sitting opposite him at the table. He was the complete opposite of him, it’s even s...

“Vincent Easton stood at Victoria Station under the clock and waited. Every now and then he raised his head and looked at the arrows. “How many times has a m...