Charles Tingwell

Hector Enderby: "Do you see that?"
Inspector Craddock: "Can't really miss it, can you?"
Hector Enderby: "It's a Broadbeech side saddle. Broadbeech, Northampton. Vintage too. Well, have a look. Have a look at the date, behind the stirrup iron."
Inspector Craddock: "It says, er..."
Hector Enderby: "No don't tell me, I'll tell you. 1882. No, I'm lying to you. 1885."
Inspector Craddock: "Right."
Hector Enderby: "I can tell you who it belongs to, too. I've only glimpsed one of these once in the whole country. Lady Kirk-Brackwell."
Inspector Craddock: "No, it belongs to..."
Miss Marple: "Me, Mr. Enderby. Good morning, Inspector. My late mama's, of course."

Inspector Craddock: "There have been stupid murderers, you know."
Miss Marple: "She's a timid woman, not a stupid one."

Miss Marple: "Am I to assume that you are not going to do anything about this?"
Inspector Craddock: "Nothing whatever. You see, I'm a policeman, Miss Marple. I'm only interested in facts."

Inspector Craddock: "For goodness sake, Miss Marple! Why didn't you ring?"
Miss Marple: "The law may have a long arm, Inspector. Unfortunately, I haven't."