" He paused, then added, “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 seem kind of familiar—only I always thought it was a woman’s dressmaker.” Hercule Poirot looked at him with distaste. "

― Agatha Christie , Murder on the Orient Express (Hercule Poirot, #9)