Modern Art Painting

Modern Art Painting
It's-"He stopped.His hands twisted themselves together nervously. "I don't know why I've come to you，"he burst out. "I know，"said Poirot. "You can't.How can you?" "You have come to me because there is something that you must tell tosomeone.You were quite right.I am the proper person.Speak!" Poirot's air of assurance had its effect.Fraser looked at him with aqueer air of grateful obedience. "You think so?" "Parbleu，I am sure of it." "M.Poirot，do you know anything about dreams?" It was the last thing I had expected him to say.
Modern Art Painting
Poirot，however，seemed in no wise surprised. "I do，"he replied."You have been dreaming-?" "Yes.I suppose you'll say it's only natural that I should-should dreamabout-It.But it isn't an ordinary dream." "No?" "No?" "I've dreamed it now three nights running，sir......I thing I'm goingmad......" "Tell me-"The man's face was livid.His eyes were staring out of hishead.As a matter of fact，he looked mad. "It's always the same.I'm on the beach. Looking for Betty.She's lost-only lost，you understand.I've got to findher.I've got to give her her belt.I'm carrying it in my hand.Andthen-""Yes?"
Modern Art Painting