Gustav Klimt The Kiss

Gustav Klimt The Kiss
"Look here，M.Poirot.You went down to Churston，I know，and saw mysister-in-law.Did she say-or hint-I mean-did she suggest at all-?" He stopped，embarrassed. Poirot answered with a face of blank innocence that aroused my strongestsuspicions. "Comment?Did your sister-in-law say，hint，or suggest-what?" Franklin Clarke got rather red. "Perhaps you think this isn't a time for butting in with personalthings-""Du tout!" "But I feel I'd like to get things quite straight." "An admirable course." This time I think Clarke began to suspect Poirot's bland face ofconcealing some inner amusement.He ploughed on rather heavily.
Gustav Klimt The Kiss
"My sister-in-law's an awfully nice woman-I've been very fond of heralways-but of course she's been ill some time-and in that kind ofillness-being given drugs and all that-one tends to-well，to fancy thingsabout people!" "Ah?" By now there was no mistaking the twinkle in Poirot's eye. But Franklin Clarke，absorbed in his diplomatic task，was past noticingit. "It's about Thora-Miss Grey，"he said. "Oh，it is of Miss Grey you speak?" Poirot's tone held innocent surprise. "Yes.Lady Clarke got certain ideas in her head.You see，Thora-Miss Greyis well，rather a good-looking girl-""Perhaps-yes，"conceded Poirot.
Gustav Klimt The Kiss