“I am a detective. My name is Hercule Poirot.“
If he expected an effect he did not get one. MacQueen said merely, “Oh, yes?“ and waited for him to go on.
“You know the name perhaps.“
“Why it does sound kind of familiar-only I always thought it was a woman's dressmaker.“
Forgot how amusing these exchanges are that pinpoint how large Hercule's ego is. My pick for Dec's book club read. So fun to reread after 30 years. Very enjoyable!