Famous artist painting

Famous artist painting
The odds were in reality greater than that.Of us all，the only personlikely to make such a recognition was Thora Grey. Some of her serenity had broken down under the strain.Her clam，efficient manner was gone.She sat twisting her hands together，almostweeping，appealing incoherently to Poirot. "I never really looked at him......Why didn't I? What a fool I was.You're depending on me，all of you......and I shalllet you down.Because even if I did see him again I mightn't recognizehim.I've got a bad memory for faces." Poirot，whatever he might say to me，and however harshly he might seemto criticize the girl，showed nothing but kindness now.
Famous artist painting
criticize the girl，showed nothing but kindness now. His manner was tender in the extreme.It struck me that Poirot was nomore indifferent to beauty in distress than I was. He patted her shoulder kindly. "Now then，petite，not the hysteria.We cannnot have that.If you shouldsee this man you would recognize him." "How do you know?" "Oh，a great many reasons-for one，because the red succeeds the black." "What do you mean，Poirot?"I cried. "I speak the language for the tables.At roulette there may be a long runon the black-but in the end red must turn up.It is the mathematical laws ofchance." "You mean that luck turns?"
Famous artist painting