Gustav Klimt The Kiss

Gustav Klimt The Kiss
"Upon my word，Poirot，"I said. "Anyone would think you were ordering a dinner at the Ritz." "Whereas one cannot command a crime to order? Very true."He signed."But I believe in luck-in destiny，if you will.Itis your destiny to stand beside me and prevent me from committing theunforgivable error." "What do you call the unforgivable error?" "Overlooking the obvious." I turned this over in my mind without quite seeing the point. "Well，"I said presently，smiling，"has this super crime turned up yet?" "Pas encore.At least-that is-"He paused.A frown of perplexity creasedhis forehead.His hands automatically straightened an object or two that Ihad inadvertently pushed awry. "I am not sure，"he said slowly.
Gustav Klimt The Kiss
There was something so odd about his tone that I looked at him insurprise. The frown still lingered. Suddently with a brief decisive nod of the head he crossed the room to adesk near the window.Its contents，I need hardly say，were all neatlydocketed and pigeon-holed so that he was able at once to lay his hand uponthe paper he wanted. He came slowly across to me，an open letter in his hand.He read itthrough himself，then passed it to me.
Gustav Klimt The Kiss