Gustav Klimt The Kiss

Gustav Klimt The Kiss
"The dream changes......I'm not looking any more. She's there in front of me-sitting on the beach.She doesn't see mecoming-it's-oh，I can't-""Go on." Poirot's voice was authoritative-firm. "I come up behind her......she doesn't hear me......I slip the beltround her neck and pull-oh-pull......" The agony in his voice was frightful......I gripped the arms of mychair......The thing was too real. "She's choking......she's dead......I've strangled her-and then her headfalls back and I see her face......and it's Megan-not Betty!" He leant back white and shaking.Poirot poured out another glass of wineand passed it over to him.
Gustav Klimt The Kiss
"What's the meaning of it，M.Poirot?Why does it come to me?Everynight......?" "Drink up your wine，"ordered Poirot. The young man did so，then he asked in a calmer voice: "What does it mean?I-I didn't kill her，did I?" What Poirot answered I do not know，for at that minute I heard thepostman's knock and automatically I left the room. What I took out of the letter-box banished all my interest in DonaldFraser's extraordinary revelations. I raced back into the sitting-room.
Gustav Klimt The Kiss