Gustav Klimt The Kiss

Gustav Klimt The Kiss
I say "we".Of course，in my own case such a patrol was of little availsince I was never likely to have set eyes on A B C. However，as the idea was to separate so as to cover as wide an area aspossible I had suggested that I should act as escort to one of the ladies. Poirot had agreed-I am afraid with somewhat of a twinkle in his eye. The girls went off to get their hats on.Donald Fraser was standing bythe window looking out，apparently lost in thought. Franklin Clarke glanced over at him，then evidently deciding that theother was too abstracted to count as a listener，he lowered his voice alittle and addressed Poirot. "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.
Gustav Klimt The Kiss
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. "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!"Gustav Klimt The Kiss