Death On The Nile

People do brood over bygone wrongs sometimes.

“Love can be a very frightening thing.”

“That is why most great love stories are tragedies.”

She shook her head. “He’s a bad loser.”

“But you, Mademoiselle, are a good loser.”

As soon as he can, Simon Doyle asks to see Jacqueline. He even asks me to leave them alone together. He tells her then of the new danger. They must act at once. He knows where Bessner’s scalpels are kept.

And this answer: ‘My good girl, don’t be a fool. Nobody thinks you saw or heard anything. You’ll be quite all right. I’ll look after you. Nobody’s accusing you of anything.’ That was the assurance she wanted, and she got it!”

She is hinting to the murderer; therefore the murderer must have been present at the time. But, besides myself and Colonel Race, only two people were present—Simon Doyle and Dr. Bessner.”

But if the pistol had been fired through the velvet, there would have been no signs of burning on the victim’s skin.

“Let’s have this naked shining truth. It wasn’t Pennington. It wasn’t young Allerton. I presume it wasn’t Fleetwood. Let’s hear who it was for a change.”

“My friend, I am just about to tell you.”

Those pearls, Monsieur Allerton, are concealed in a rosary that hangs in your cabin.

This is a crime that needed audacity, swift and faultless execution, courage, indifference to danger, and a resourceful, calculating brain. Pennington hasn’t got those attributes.