Gustav Klimt The Kiss

Gustav Klimt The Kiss
"Even if by some unbelievable luck nothing happened，Churston is theplace to be.Our murderer is there，or has been there today.One of my men ison the phone here up to the last minute in case anything comes through." Just as the train was leaving the station we saw a man running down theplatform.He reached the inspector's sleeper. "You have news-yes?"demanded Poirot. Crome said quickly: "It's about as bad as it can be.Sir Carmichael Clarke has been foundwith his head bashed in." Sir Carmichael Clarke，although his name was not very well known to thegeneral public，was a man of some eminence.He had been in his time a verywell-known throat specialist.Retiring from his profession very comfortablyoff，he had been able to indulge what had been one of the chief passions ofhis life-a collection of Chinese pottery and porcelain.A few years later
Gustav Klimt The Kiss
inheriting a considerable fortune from an elderly uncle，he had been able toindulge his passion to the full，and he was now the possessor of one of thebest-known colletions of Chinese art.He was married but had no children andlived in a house he had built for himself near the Devon coast，only comingto London on rare occasions such as when some important sale was on. It did not require much reflection to realize that his death，followingthat of the young and pretty Betty Barnard，would provide the best newspapersensation for years.The fact that it was August and that the papers werehard up for subject matter would make matters worse.Gustav Klimt The Kiss