Marc Chagall Painting

Marc Chagall Painting
We were all silent for a minute or two，taking in the situation.Thecrowds on the race-course-the passionate，sport-loving English public-theendless complications. Poirot murmured: "C'est ingenieux.Tout de meme c'est bien imagine，ca." "It's my belief，"said Clarke，"that the murder will take place on therace-course-perhaps actually while the Leger is being run." For the moment his sporting instincts took a momentary pleasure in thethought...... Inspector Crome rose，taking the letter with him. "The St Leger is a complication，"he allowed."It's unfortunate." He went out.We heard a murmur of voices in the hallway.A minute laterThora Grey entered.
Marc Chagall Painting
She said anxiously: "The inspector told me there is another letter. Where this time?" It was raining outside.Thoran Grey was wearing a black coat and skirtand furs.A little black hat just perched itself on the side of her goldenhead. It was to Franklin Clarke that she spoke and she came right up to himand，with a hand on his arm，waited for his answer. "Doncaster-and on the day of the St Leger." We settled down to a discussion.It went without saying that we allintended to be present，but the race-meeting undoubtedly complicated theplans we had made tentatively beforehand.
Marc Chagall Painting