“Or no-remember it, and if you think at any time that I am growing conceited —it is not likely, but it might arise." I concealed a smile. "Eh bien, my friend, you shall say to me, 'Chocolate box.' Is it agreed?" "It's a bargain!" "After all," said Poirot reflectively, "it was an experience! I, who have undoubtedly the finest brain in Europe at present, can afford to be magnanimous!" "Chocolate box," I murmured gently. "Pardon, mon ami?" I looked at Poirot's innocent face, as he bent forward inquiringly, and my heart smote me. I had suffered often at his hands, but I, too, though not possessing the finest brain in Europe, could afford to be magnanimous! "Nothing," I lied, and lit another pipe, smiling to myself.”
Book:Poirot Investigates
