Henri Matisse Painting

Henri Matisse Painting
"Quite a good advertisement for a hair tonic，he'd be.Face fungussprouting finer than ever.Coming out into the limelight，too，in his oldage.Mixed up in all the celebrated cases of the day.Train mysteries，airmysteries，high society deaths-oh，he's here，there and everywhere.Neverbeen so celebrated as since he retired." "I have already told Hastings that I am like the prima donna who makesalways one more appearance，'said Poirot，smiling. "I shouldn't wonder if you ended by detecting your own death，"said Japp，laughing heartily."That's an idea，that is.Ought to be put in a book." "It will be Hastings who will have to do that，"said Poirot，twinklingat me.
Henri Matisse Painting
"Ha ha!That would be a joke，that would，"laughed Japp. I failed to see why the idea was so extremely amusing，and in any case Ithought the joke was in poor taste.Poirot，poor old chap，is gettingon.Jokes about his approaching demise can hardly be agreeable to him. Perhaps my manner showed my feelings，for Japp changed the subject. "Have you heard about Monsieur Poirot's anonymous letter?" "I showed it to Hastings the other day，"said my friend. "Of course，"I exclaimed."It had quite slipped my memory.Let me see，what was the date mentioned?"
Henri Matisse Painting