Gustav Klimt The Kiss

Gustav Klimt The Kiss
doubtless, have escaped the blow with the bone. But she had certainly employed her revolver too late; the first shot deviated and lodged in the ceiling; it was the second only that took effect."
Having said this, Monsieur Darzac knocked at the door of the pavilion. I must confess to feeling a strong impatience to reach the spot where the crime had been committed. It was some time before the door was pened by a man whom I at once recognised as Daddy Jacques.
Gustav Klimt The Kiss
He appeared to be well over sixty years of age. He had a long white beard and white hair, on which he wore a flat Basque cap. He was dressed in a complete suit of chestnut-coloured velveteen, worn at the sides; sabots were on his feet. He had rather a waspish-looking face, the expression of which lightened, however, as soon as he saw Monsieur Darzac.
"Friends," said our guide. "Nobody in the pavilion, Daddy Jacques?"
Gustav Klimt The Kiss