“But if her fair hated the sight of him…” Hoskins dropped into the vernacular.
“All we know is that she said she did. Women,” said the inspector sententiously, “tell a lot of lies. Always remember that, Hoskins.”
“Aah,” said Constable Hoskins appreciatively.
I, unlike the Constable, am unappreciative of Inspector Bland's statement.
This, however, I appreciate very much:
“Well, I must be getting along. I’m a busy woman.”
“Of course. You have to talk to the Chief Constable about bloodhounds.”
Mrs. Masterton gave a sudden deep bay of laughter. “Used to breed ’em at one time,” she said. “People tell me I’m a bit like a bloodhound myself.”
Poirot was slightly taken aback and she was quick enough to see it. “I bet you’ve been thinking so, M. Poirot,” she said.