Marc Chagall Painting

Marc Chagall Painting
"It can do no harm to try.I think myself that A B C will be too cunningto reply."Poirot smiled a little."I see，Mr Clarke，that you are-if I maysay so without being offensive-still a boy at heart." Franklin Clarke looked a little abashed. "Well，"he said，consulting his notebook. "We're making a start. A-Miss Barnard and Milly Higley B-Mr Fraser and Miss Higley C-Childrenin Andover D-Advertisement I don't feel any of it is much good，but it willbe something to do whilst waiting." He got up and a few minutes later the meeting had dispersed.
Marc Chagall Painting
Poirot returned to his seat and sat humming a little tune to himself. "Unfortunate that she is so intelligent，"he murmured. "Who?" "Megan Barnard.Mademoiselle Megan. "Words，"she snaps out.At once she perceives that what I am saying meansnothing at all.Everybody else was taken in." "I thought it sounded very plausible." "Plausible，yes.It was just that she perceived. "Didn't you mean what you said，then?" "What I said could have been comprised into one short sentence.Instead Irepeated myself ad lib without anyone but Mademoiselle Megan being aware ofthe fact." "But why?"
Marc Chagall Painting