Henri Matisse Painting

Henri Matisse Painting
plans we had made tentatively beforehand. A feeling of discouragement swept over me.What could this little band ofsix people do，after all，however strong their personal interest in thematter might be?There would be innumerable police，keen-eyed and alert，watching all likely spots.What could six more pairs of eyes do? As though in answer to my thought，Poirot raised his voice.He spokerather like a schoolmaster or a priest. "Mes enfants，"he said."We must not disperse the strength.We mustapproach this matter with method and order in our thoughts.We must lookwithin and not without for the truth.We must say to ourselves-each one ofus-what do I know about the murderer?And so we must blind up a compositepicture of the man we are going to seek."
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"We know nothing about him，"sighed Thora Grey helplessly. "No，no，mademoiselle.That is not true.Each one of us knows somethingabout him-if we only knew what it is we know.I am convinced that theknowledge is there if we could only get at it." Clarke shook his head. "We don't know anything-whether he's old or young，fair or dark!None ofus has ever seen him or spoken to him!We've gone over everything we all knowagain and again." "Not everything!For instance，Miss Grey here told us that she did notsee or speak to any stranger on the day that Sir Carmichael Clarke wasmurdered." Thora Grey nodded. "That's quite right."
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