Agatha Christie's Poirot1989

Hercule Poirot:
Do you know anyone here, Madame?

Ariadne Oliver:
No, I don't know a soul, but I've made a few inquiries.

Hercule Poirot:
Oui?

Ariadne Oliver:
Yes. That little thing is Anne Meredith, a country mouse, up to town. [referring to Major Despard] The dashing major can't keep his eyes off her. As a matter of fact, I've got his book on my shelf. Oh, what's it called? "Amazonian Idle?" I haven't read it yet, but I intend to, because I'm planning to send Sven up the jungle.

Hercule Poirot:
[puzzled] Sven?

Ariadne Oliver:
Sven Hjerson? My DETECTIVE.

Hercule Poirot:
Ah.

Ariadne Oliver:
Fictional, of course.