Agatha Christie

“ Pagett's voice dropped again. "But that's camouflage, I'm sure. So that he can watch better."
"Watch?"
"Over your safety, Sir Eustace. In case an attack should be made upon you."
"You're such a cheerful fellow, Pagett," I said. "I trust that your imagination runs away with you. If I were you I should go to the dance as a death's head or an executioner. It will suit your mournful style of beauty."
That shut him up for the time being. I went on deck. The Beddingfeld girl was deep in conversation with the missionary parson, Chichester. Women always flutter round parsons. ”

“ I know Pagett's "little holes"—he usually has the best cabin on the ship.
"I'm sorry the Captain didn't turn out for you this time," I said sarcastically. "Perhaps you'd like to dump some of your extra luggage in my cabin?"
Sarcasm is dangerous with a man like Pagett. He brightened up at once.
"Well, if I could get rid of the typewriter and the stationery trunk——"
The stationery trunk weighs several solid tons. It causes endless unpleasantness with the porters, and it is the aim of Pagett's life to foist it on me. It is a perpetual struggle between us. ”

“ I looked at him severely.
"If you're trying to get up a nasty scandal about Chichester, who is a missionary—though a perfectly poisonous person—and that attractive child, Anne Beddingfeld, I don't believe a word of it," I said coldly. "Anne Beddingfeld is an extremely nice girl—with particularly good legs. I should say she had far and away the best legs on board."
Pagett did not like my reference to Anne Beddingfeld's legs. He is the sort of man who never notices legs himself—or, if he does, would die sooner than say so. ”