Henri Matisse Painting

Henri Matisse Painting
Poirot said gently: "Ah!I think it is you who are Miss Mary Drower，the parlourmaid here?" "Yes，sir，that's right.I'm Mary，sir." "Then perhaps I can talk to you for a few minutes if your mistress willnot object.It is about your aunt，Mrs Ascher." "The mistress is out，sir.Shen wouldn't mind，I'm sure，if you came inhere." She opened the door of a small morning-room.We entered and Poirot，seating himself on a chair by the window，looked up keenly into the girl'sface. "You have heard of your aunt's death，of course?" The girl nodded，tears coming once more into her eyes. "This morning，sir.The police came over.Oh!
Henri Matisse Painting
It's terrible!Poor auntie!Such a hard life as she'd had，too.And nowthis-it's too awful." "The police did not suggest your returning to Andover?" "They said I must come to the inquest-that's on Monday，sir.But I'venowhere to go there-I couldn't fancy being over the shop-now-and what withthe housemaid being away，I didn't want to put the mistress out more thanmay be." "You were fond of your aunt，Mary?"said Poirot gently. "Indeed I was，sir.Very good she's been to me always，auntie has.I wentto her in London when I was eleven years old，after mother died.I started inservice when I was sixteen，but I usually went along to auntie's
Henri Matisse Painting