Modern Art Painting

could be too much squareness and，alludingto an old joke，I asked if in this super-modern hostelry they managed toinduce hens to lay square eggs. Poirot laughed heartily. "Ah，you remember that?Alas!No-science has not yet induced the hens toconform to modern tastes，they still lay eggs of different sizes andcolours!"

I examined my old friend with an affectionate eye. He was looking wonderfully well-hardly a day older than when I had lastseen him. "You're looking in fine fettle，Poirot，"I said."You've hardly aged atall.In fact，if it were possible，I should say that you had fewer grey hairsthan when I saw you last." Poirot beamed on me.