The Murder on the Links

For whom will a woman lie? Sometimes for herself, usually for the man she loves, always for her children

I noticed a magnificent model of a foxhound adorning Poirot's mantelpiece.

In answer to my inquiring glance, Poirot nodded.

'Mais oui. I got my five hundred francs! Is he not a splendid fellow? I call him Giraud!'

. 'My friend, do you remember when we drove into Merlinville that first day? And the beautiful girl we saw standing at the gate? You asked me if I had not noticed a young goddess, and I replied to you that I had seen only a girl with anxious eyes. That is how I have thought of Marthe Daubreuil from the beginning. The girl with the anxious eyes.