Edward Hopper Painting

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As for the weapon-well，it might be a curiously twisted dagger-or someblunt instrument-a carved stone idol-"Poirot sighed. "Or，of course，"I said，"there's poison-but that's always sotechnical.Or a revolver shot echoing in the night.Then there must be abeautiful girl or two-""With auburn hair，"murmured my friend. "Your same old joke.One of the beautiful girls，of course，must beunjustly suspected-and there's some misunderstanding between her and theyoung man.And then，of course，there must be some other suspects-an olderwoman-dark，dangerous type-and some friend or rival of the dead man's-and aquiet secretary-dark horse-and a hearty man with a bluff manner-and a coupleof discharged servants or gamekeepers or somethings-and a damn fool of adetective rather like Japp-and well-that's about all."
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That is your idea of the cream，eh?" "I gather you don't agree." Poirot looked at me sadly. "You have made there a very pretty resume of nearly all the detectivestories that have ever been written." "Well，"I said."What would you order?" Poirot closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. His voice came purringly from between his lips. "A very simple crime.A crime with no complications.A crime of quietdomestic life......very unimpassioned-very intime."
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