Standing no taller than 25cm, Monsieur Hercule Poirot carries himself with great dignity. His head is the shape of an egg, and he perches it a little to one side. His moustache is most flexible. The neatness of his attire is incredible; It was once mocked that a speck of dust would cause him more pain than a bullet wound. This quaint, dandified little man was once one of the most celebrated members of the highly esteemed Belgian police.