Mary Cassatt painting
At this moment there was a solid mass of people standing staring at oneparticular house or shop and it took little perspicuity to guess which thatwas.What we saw was a mass of average human beings looking with intenseinterest at the spot where another human being had been done to death. As we drew nearer this proved to be indeed the case. In front of a small dingy-looking shop with its shutters now closedstood a harassed-looking young policeman who was stolidly adjuring the crowdto "pass along there."
Mary Cassatt painting
Bu the help of a colleague，displacements took place-a certain number ofpeople grudgingly sighed and betook themselves to their ordinary vocations，and almost immediately other persons came along and took up their stand togaze their fill on the spot where murder had been committed. Poirot stopped a little distance from the main body of the crowd.Fromwhere we stood the legend painted over the door could be read plainlyenough.Poirot repeated it under his breath. "A.Ascher.Oui，c'est peut-etre-la-"He broke off. "Come，let us go inside，Hastings."
Mary Cassatt painting
Monday, October 22, 2007
Edward Hopper Painting
Edward Hopper Painting
The street in which the tragedy had occurred was a turning off the mainstreet.Mrs Ascher's shop was situated about half-way down it on theright-hand side. As we turned into the street Poirot glanced at his watch and I realizedwhy he had delayed his visit to the scene of the crime until now.It was juston half-past five.He had wished to reproduced yesterday's atmosphere asclosely as possible.
Edward Hopper Painting
But if that had been his purpose it was defeated. Certainly at this moment the road bore very little likeness to itsappearance on the previous evening.There were a certain number of smallshops interspersed between private houses of the poorer class.I judged thatordinarily there would be a fair number of people passing up and down-mostlypeople of the poorer classes，with a good sprinkling of children playing onthe pavements and in the road.
Edward Hopper Painting
The street in which the tragedy had occurred was a turning off the mainstreet.Mrs Ascher's shop was situated about half-way down it on theright-hand side. As we turned into the street Poirot glanced at his watch and I realizedwhy he had delayed his visit to the scene of the crime until now.It was juston half-past five.He had wished to reproduced yesterday's atmosphere asclosely as possible.
Edward Hopper Painting
But if that had been his purpose it was defeated. Certainly at this moment the road bore very little likeness to itsappearance on the previous evening.There were a certain number of smallshops interspersed between private houses of the poorer class.I judged thatordinarily there would be a fair number of people passing up and down-mostlypeople of the poorer classes，with a good sprinkling of children playing onthe pavements and in the road.
Edward Hopper Painting
Van Gogh Sunflower
Van Gogh Sunflower
"Had your aunt any savings?Any money put by?" "She'd a little in the Savings Bank，sir-enough to bury her proper，that's what she always said.Otherwise she didn't more than just make endsmeet-what with her old devil and all." Poirot nodded thoughtfully.He said-perhaps more to himself than to her: "At present one is in the dark-there is no direction-if things getclearer-"He got up."If I want you at any time，Mary，I will write to youhere."
Van Gogh Sunflower
"As a matter of fact，sir，I'm giving in my notice.I don't like thecountry.I satyed here because I fancied it was a comfort to auntie to haveme near by.But now"-again the tears rose in her eyes-"there's no reason Ishould stay，and so I'll go back to London.It's gayer for a girl there." "I wish that，when you do go，you would give me your address.Here is mycard." He handed it to her.She looked at it with a puzzled frown. "Then you're not-anything to do with the police，sir?" "I am a private detective." She stood there looking at him for some moments in silence. She said at last: "Is there anything-queer going on，sir?" "Yes，my child.There is-something queer going on.Later you may be ableto help me." "I-I'll do anything，sir.It-it wasn't right，sir，auntie being killed." A strange way of putting it-but deeply moving.
Van Gogh Sunflower
"Had your aunt any savings?Any money put by?" "She'd a little in the Savings Bank，sir-enough to bury her proper，that's what she always said.Otherwise she didn't more than just make endsmeet-what with her old devil and all." Poirot nodded thoughtfully.He said-perhaps more to himself than to her: "At present one is in the dark-there is no direction-if things getclearer-"He got up."If I want you at any time，Mary，I will write to youhere."
Van Gogh Sunflower
"As a matter of fact，sir，I'm giving in my notice.I don't like thecountry.I satyed here because I fancied it was a comfort to auntie to haveme near by.But now"-again the tears rose in her eyes-"there's no reason Ishould stay，and so I'll go back to London.It's gayer for a girl there." "I wish that，when you do go，you would give me your address.Here is mycard." He handed it to her.She looked at it with a puzzled frown. "Then you're not-anything to do with the police，sir?" "I am a private detective." She stood there looking at him for some moments in silence. She said at last: "Is there anything-queer going on，sir?" "Yes，my child.There is-something queer going on.Later you may be ableto help me." "I-I'll do anything，sir.It-it wasn't right，sir，auntie being killed." A strange way of putting it-but deeply moving.
Van Gogh Sunflower
Van Gogh Painting
Van Gogh Painting
"And yet she gave him money?" "Well，he was her husband，you see，sir." "Yes，so you said before."He paused for a minute or two.Then hesaid:"Suppose that，after all，he did not kill her." "Didn't kill her?" She stared. "That is what I said.Supposing someone else killed her......Have you anyidea who that someone else could be?" She stared at him with even more amazement. "I've no idea，sir.It doesn't seem likely，though，does it?" "There was no one your aunt was afraid of?" Mary shook her head.
Van Gogh Painting
"Auntie wasn't afraid of people.She'd a sharp tongue and she'd stand upto anybody." "You never heard her mention anyone who had a grudge against her?" "No，indeed，sir." "Did she ever get anonymous letters?" "What kind of letters did you say，sir?" "Letters that weren't signed-or only signed by something like A B C."Hewatched her narrowly，but plainly she was at a loss.She shook her headwonderingly. "Has your aunt any relations except you?" "Not now，sir.One of ten shen was，but only three lived to grow up.MyUncle Tom was killed in the war，and my Uncle Harry went to South Americaand no one's heard of him since，and mother's dead，of course，so there'sonly me."
Van Gogh Painting
"And yet she gave him money?" "Well，he was her husband，you see，sir." "Yes，so you said before."He paused for a minute or two.Then hesaid:"Suppose that，after all，he did not kill her." "Didn't kill her?" She stared. "That is what I said.Supposing someone else killed her......Have you anyidea who that someone else could be?" She stared at him with even more amazement. "I've no idea，sir.It doesn't seem likely，though，does it?" "There was no one your aunt was afraid of?" Mary shook her head.
Van Gogh Painting
"Auntie wasn't afraid of people.She'd a sharp tongue and she'd stand upto anybody." "You never heard her mention anyone who had a grudge against her?" "No，indeed，sir." "Did she ever get anonymous letters?" "What kind of letters did you say，sir?" "Letters that weren't signed-or only signed by something like A B C."Hewatched her narrowly，but plainly she was at a loss.She shook her headwonderingly. "Has your aunt any relations except you?" "Not now，sir.One of ten shen was，but only three lived to grow up.MyUncle Tom was killed in the war，and my Uncle Harry went to South Americaand no one's heard of him since，and mother's dead，of course，so there'sonly me."
Van Gogh Painting
Marc Chagall Painting
Marc Chagall Painting
on my dayout.A lot of trouble she went through with that German fellow."My old devil，"she used to call him.He'd never let her be in peace anywhere.Sponging，cadging old beast." The girl spoke with vehemence. "Your aunt never thought of freeing herself by legal means from thispersecution?" "Well，you see，he was her husband，sir，you couldn't get away fromthat." The girl spoke simply but with finality. "Tell me，Mary，he threatened her，did he not?"
Marc Chagall Painting
Oh，yes，sir，it was awful the things he used to say.That he'd cut herthroat，and such like.Cursing and swearing too-both in German and inEnglish.And yet auntie says he was a fine handsome figure of a man when shemarried him.It's dreadful to think，sir，what people come to." "Yes，indeed.And so，I suppose，Mary，having actually heard thesethreats，you were not so very surprised when you learnt what had happened?" "Oh，but I was，sir.You see，sir，I never thought for one moment that hemeant it.I thought it was just nasty talk and nothing more to it.And itisn't as though auntie was afraid of him.Why，I've seen him slink away likea dog with its tail between its legs when she turned on him.He was afraid ofher if you like."
Marc Chagall Painting
on my dayout.A lot of trouble she went through with that German fellow."My old devil，"she used to call him.He'd never let her be in peace anywhere.Sponging，cadging old beast." The girl spoke with vehemence. "Your aunt never thought of freeing herself by legal means from thispersecution?" "Well，you see，he was her husband，sir，you couldn't get away fromthat." The girl spoke simply but with finality. "Tell me，Mary，he threatened her，did he not?"
Marc Chagall Painting
Oh，yes，sir，it was awful the things he used to say.That he'd cut herthroat，and such like.Cursing and swearing too-both in German and inEnglish.And yet auntie says he was a fine handsome figure of a man when shemarried him.It's dreadful to think，sir，what people come to." "Yes，indeed.And so，I suppose，Mary，having actually heard thesethreats，you were not so very surprised when you learnt what had happened?" "Oh，but I was，sir.You see，sir，I never thought for one moment that hemeant it.I thought it was just nasty talk and nothing more to it.And itisn't as though auntie was afraid of him.Why，I've seen him slink away likea dog with its tail between its legs when she turned on him.He was afraid ofher if you like."
Marc Chagall Painting
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