Book: Rhodes triangle

- Do not understand! You yourself talked about the triangle...
- Yes, I did. But you drew in your imagination, not the triangle.

- It's awful! - she cried. - Terrible! You said! You saw it coming!
He sadly bowed his head.
- Oh! she cried and stamped her foot. - You should have prevented it! At any cost! It could have been prevented!
- How? asked Hercule Poirot.
The question for a moment brought her to her senses.
- You couldn't go where it should... the police?..
- What to say? What can we say before this happens? That someone planned a murder?

- You could warn the victim, continued Pamela.
"Sometimes," said Hercule Poirot, to warn was useless.
- You could warn the killer, slowly said Pamela, giving him to understand that you are aware of his intentions...
Poirot nodded approvingly.
- Yes, this plan is better. But we should not forget about the most important defect of any criminal.
And what is this Vice?
- Arrogance! Every criminal is confident that his sort of crime can reveal.

Often romantic melancholy or uncontrollable rage due to bad digestion.

His wife gently chided,
- You're too generous with me, I know. Men are surprisingly good-natured of creation in what they like. Honestly, they are much kinder to women, never say you nasty. Women are too petty in nature.
Sarah Blake turned to the side, facing Poirot, and through clenched teeth:
- Well, still not petty - sometimes allow myself to doubt that the lovely Mrs. Centri - absolute perfection!

Now I understand why men go crazy for her mind. She just holds, if it can't, and that's half the battle.