Van Gogh Painting

Van Gogh Painting
"Lady Clarke must have made a mistake.i never-Oh!" The exclamation came suddenly-jerked out of her.A crimson wave floodedher cheeks. "I remember now!How stupid!I'd forgotten all about it.But it wasn'timportant.Just one of those men who come round selling stockings-you know，ex-army people.They're very persistent.I had to get rid of him.I was justcrossing the hall when he came to the door.He spoke to me instead of ringingbut he was quite a harmless sort of person. I suppose that's why I forgot about him." Poirot was swaying to and fro，his hands clasped to his head.He wasmuttering to himself with such vehemence that nobody else said anything，butat him instead.
Van Gogh Painting
Stockings，"he was murmuring. "Stockings......stockings......stocking......cavient......stockings......stockings......it is the motif-yes......threemonths ago......and the other day......and now.Bon Dieu，I have it!" He sat upright and fixed me with an imperious eye. "You remember，Hastings?Andover The shop.We go upstairs.The bedroom. On a chair.A pair of new silk stockings.And now I know what it was thatroused my attention two days ago.It was you，mademoiselle-"He turned onMegan."You spoke of your mother who wept because she had bought your sistersome new stockings on the very day of the murder......" He looked round on us all.
Van Gogh Painting