Some Buried Caesar (Nero Wolfe, #6)

by Rex Stout

No man was ever taken to hell by a woman unless he already had a ticket in his pocket, or at least had been fooling around with timetables.

It stuck out all over him, one of those born-to-command guys. I never invite them to parties.

I rarely laugh out loud when reading but this did it!

He, as always in the company of good food, was sociable and expansive. Discovering that Lily had been in Egypt, he told about his house in Cairo, and they chatted away like a pair of camels, going on to Arabia and making quite a trip of it. She let him do most of the talking but made him chuckle a couple of times, and I began to suspect she wasn’t very obvious and might even be smooth.