Edward Hopper Painting

Edward Hopper Painting
I felt sorry at once for the young man.His white haggard face andbewildered eyes showed how great a shock he had had. He was a well-made，fine-looking，but with a pleasant，freckled face，high cheek-bones and flaming red hair. "What's this，Megan?"he said."Why is here?For God's sake，tell me-I'veonly just heard-Betty......" His voice trailed away. Poirot pushed forward a chair and he sank down on it. My friend them extracted a small flask from his pocket，poured some ofits contents into a convenient cup which was hanging on the dresser and said: "Drink some of this，Mr Fraser.It will do you good."
Edward Hopper Painting
The young man obeyed.The brandy brought a little colour back into hisface.He sat up straighter and turned once more to the girl.His manner wasquite quiet and self-controlled. "It's ture，I suppose?"he said. "Betty is-dead-killed?" "It's true，Don/"He said as though mechanically: "Have you just come down from London?" "Yes.Dad phoned me." "By the 9.30，I suppose?"said Donald Fraser. His mind，shrinking from reality，ran for safety along these unimportantdetails. "Yes."
Edward Hopper Painting