Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting
Well?"I demanded eagerly. We were seated in a first-class carriage which we had to ourselves.Thetrain，an express，had just drawn out of Andover. "The crime，"said Poirot，"was committed by a man of medium height withred hair and a cast in the left eye.He limps slightly on the right foot andhas a mole just below the shoulder-blade." "Poirot?"I cried. For the moment I was completely taken in.Then the twinkle in my friend'seye undeceived me.
Jack Vettriano Painting
"Poirot?"I said again，this time in reproach. "Mon ami，what will you?You fix upon me a look of doglike devotion anddemand of me a pronouncement a la Sherlock Holmes!Now for the truth-I do notknow what the murderer looks like，nor where he lives，nor how to set handsupon him." "If only he had left some clue，"I murmured. "Yes，the clue-it is always the clue that attracts you.Alas that he didnot smoke the cigarette and leave the ash，and then step in it with a showthat has nails of a curious pattern.No-he is not so obliging.But at least，my friend，you have the railway guide.The A B C，that is a clue for you!" "Do you think he left it by mistake then?
Jack Vettriano Painting