
People had stocked houses with furniture for them to live in, had done everything they could to make them comfortable. Everyone had been bursting with loving kindness and sympathy when they arrived.

We had quite a colony of Belgian refugees living in the parish of Tor. A scientist? What did I know of scientists? Then I remembered our Belgian refugees. Who could I have? A schoolboy? Rather difficult. There was the young journalist Rouletabille in The Mystery of the Yellow Room– that was the sort of person whom I would like to invent: someone who hadn’t been used before. There was Arsene Lupin– was he a criminal or a detective? Anyway, not my kind. There was Sherlock Holmes, the one and only–I should never be able to emulate him. I reviewed such detectives as I had met and admired in books.

In her autobiography Agatha Christie describes how the influx of Belgian refugees to Britain at the start of the First World War provided her with the inspiration for her famous fictional detective Hercule Poirot:

David Suchet as Hercule Poirot in Problem at Sea
