"You are sure of that?"
"_Parbleu!_ I know it. They tortured you with a lie!"
I turned my head aside. Poirot put his hand on my shoulder. There was
something in his voice that I had never heard there before.
"You like not that I should embrace you or display the emotion, I know
well. I will be very British. I will say nothing--but nothing at all.
Only this--that in this last adventure of ours, the honours are all
with you, and happy is the man who has such a friend as I have!"