Japp wiped his forhead and looked the picture of misery. Poirot made sympathetic noises, somewhat suggestive of a hen laying an egg. With more insight into the English character, I poured out a stiff whisky and soda and placed it in front of the gloomy inspector. He brightened a little.
"Well," he said. "I don't mind if I do."
-Thirteen at Dinner, Agatha Christie
(previously published as 'Lord Edgeware Dies')
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