Never Tell All You Know—not Even To

One Little Indian Boy Left All Alone; He Went And Hanged Himself And Then There Were None.

It Is Odd How, When You Have A Secret Belief Of Your Own Which You Do Not Wish To Acknowledge, The Voicing Of It By Someone Else Will Rouse You To A Fury Of Denial.

If You've Had A Happy Childhood, Nobody Can Take That Away From You.

There Is No Detective In England Equal To A Spinster Lady Of Uncertain Age With Plenty Of Time On Her Hands.

One Of Us In This Very Room Is In Fact The Murderer.