Vermeer girl with the pearl earring

Vermeer girl with the pearl earring
virgin of the rocks
Woman with a Parasol
I wonder,"said Hercule Poirot.He folded up the list,went to the door andordered Mahmoud to be brought to him.The stout dragoman was voluble.Wordsdripped from him in a rising flood. "Always,always,I am blamed.When anything happens,say always,my fault.Alwaysmy fault.When Lady Ellen Hunt sprain her ankle coming down from Place ofSacrifice it my fault,though she would go high-heeled shoes and she sixty atleast -perhaps seventy.My life all on misery!Ah!What with miseries andiniquities,Jews do to us -" At last Poirot succeeded in stemming the
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flood and in getting in hisquestion. "Half-past five o"clock,you say?No,I not think any of servants were aboutthen.You see,lunch is late -two o"clock.And then to clear it away.After thelunch all afternoon sleep.Yes,Americans,they not take tea.We all settle sleep byhalf-past three.At five I who am soul of efficiency -always -always I watch forthe comfort of ladies and gentlemen I serving,I come out knowing that time allEnglish ladies want tea.But no one there.They all gone walking.For me,that isvery well -better than usual.I can go back sleep.At quarter to six trouble begin-large English lady -very grand lady -come back and want tea although boys are