You've a pretty good nerve, said Ratchett. Will twenty thousand dollars tempt you? It will not. If you're holding out for more, you won't get it. I know what a thing's worth to me. I, also M. Ratchett. What's wrong with my proposition? Poirot rose. If you will forgive me for being personal - I do not like your face, M. Ratchett,
Agatha Christie