Gustav Klimt Painting
"Poirot,"I cried."It's come.The fourth letter." He sprang up,seized it from me,caught up his paper-knife and slit itopen.He spread it out on the table. The three of us read it together. Still no sucess?Fie!Fie!What are you and the police doing?Well,well,isn't this fun?And where shall we go next for honey? Poor Mr Poirot.I'm quite sorry for you. If at first you don't succedd,try,try,try again. We've a long way to go still. Tipperary?No-that comes farther on.Letter T. The next little incident will take place at Doncaster on September 11th. So long.
Gustav Klimt Painting
It was at this moment,I think,that what Poirot called the humanelement began to fade out of the picture again.It was as though,the mindbeing unable to stand unadulterated horror,we had had an interval of normalhuman interests. We had,one and all,felt the impossibility of doing anything until thefourth letter should come revealing the projected scene of the D murder. That atmosphere of waiting had brought a release of tension.
Gustav Klimt Painting
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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