Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting
How can a crime be intime?" "Supposing，"murmured Poirot，"that four people sit down to play bridgeand one，the odd man out，sits in a chair by the fire. At the end of the evening the man by the fire is found dead.One of thefour，while he is dummy，has gone over and killed him，and intent on theplay of the hand，the other three have not noticed.Ah，there would be acrime for you!Which of the four was it?" "Well，"I said."I can't see any excitement in that!" Poirot threw me a glance of reproof.
Jack Vettriano Painting
"No，because there are no curiously twisted daggers，no blackmail，noemerald that is the stolen eye of a god，no untraceable Eastern poisons.Youhave the melodramatic soul，Hastings.You would like，not one murder，but aseries of murders." "I admit，"I said，"that a second murder in a book often cheers thingsup.If the murder happens in the first chapter，and you have to follow upeverybody's alibi until the last page but one-well，it does get a bittedious." The telephone rang and Poirot rose to answer. "Allo，"he said."Allo.Yes，it is Hercule Poirot speaking." He listened for a minute or two and then I saw his face change. His own side of the conversation was short and disjointed.
Jack Vettriano Painting