Gustav Klimt The Kiss

Gustav Klimt The Kiss
She pulled open a door and passed through.I followed her and foundmyself in a small，neat kitchen. I was about to shut the door behind me-but found an unexpectedresistance.The next moment Poirot had slipped quietly into the room and shutthe door behing him. "Mademoiselle Barnard?"he said with a quick glance. "This is M.Hercule Poirot，"I said. Megan Barnard gave him a quick，appraising glance. "I've heard of you，"she said."You're the fashionable private sleuth，aren't you?" "Not a pretty description-but it suffices，"said Poirot.
Gustav Klimt The Kiss
The girl sat down on the edge of the kitchen table.She felt in her bagfor a cigarette.She placed it between her lips，lighted it，and then said inbetween two puffs of smoke: "Somehow，I don't see what M.Hercule Poirot is doing in our humblelittle crime." "Mademoiselle，"said Poirot."What you do not see and what I do not seewould probably fill a volume.But all that is of no practical importance. What is of practical importance is something that will not be easy tofind."Gustav Klimt The Kiss