contemporary painting

contemporary painting
acrylic landscape painting
abstract landscape painting
Colonel Carbury's tie was under his left ear,his socks were wrinkled,hiscoat stained and torn.Yet Hercule Poirot did not smile.He saw,clearly enough,theinner neatness of Colonel Carbury's mind,his neatly docketed facts,his carefullysorted impressions. "Yes.I'm a tidy man,"said Carbury.He waved a vague hand."Don't like amess.When I come across a mess I want to clear it up.See?" Hercule Poirot nodded gavely.He saw. "There was no doctor down there?"he asked. "Yes,two.One of "em was down
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with malaria,though.The other's a girl -justout of the medical student stage.Still,she knows her job,I suppose.There wasn'tanything odd about the death.Old woman had got a dicky heart.She'd been takingheart medicine for some time.Nothing really surprising about her conking outsuddenly like she did." "Then what,my friend,is worrying you?"asked Poirot gently. Colonel Carbury turned a harassed blue eye on him. "Heard of a Frenchman called Gerard?Theodore Gerard?" "Certainly.A very distinguished man in his own line."