Bouguereau William

Bouguereau William
"Nothing-just an expression.I meant a fellow who was tight.No，damn it，a fellow who had had a spot too much to drink." "Merci，Hastings-the expression "tight"I am acquainted with it.As yousay，there may be nothing more to it than that......" "But you think there is?"I asked，struck by the dissatisfaction of histone. Poirot shook his head doubtfully，but he did not speak. "What have you done about it"I inquired. "What can one do?I showed it to Japp.He was of the same opinion as you-astupid hoax-that was the expression he used.They get these things every dayat Scotland Yard.I，too，have had my share......" "But you take this one seriously?"
Bouguereau William
Poirot replied slowly. "There is something about that letter，Hastings，that I do notlike......" In spite of myself，his tone impressed me. "You think-what?" He shook his head，and picking up the letter，put it away again in thedesk. "If you really take it seriously，can't you do something?"I asked. "As always，the man of action!But what is there to do?The county policehave seen the letter but they，too，do not take it seriously.There are nofingerprints on it.There are no local clues as to the possible writer." "In fact there is only your own instinct?"
Bouguereau William