I've heard that you're the cat's whiskers, M. Poirot."Comment? The cat's whiskers? I do not understand."Well that you're It."Madame, I may or may not have brains - as a matter of fact I have - why pretend?
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- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: September 15, 1890
- Died: January 12, 1976
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