contemporary painting

Poirot coughed and said: "You know，Hastings，there is a little device-my hairdresser is a man ofgreat ingenuity-one attaches it to the scalp and brushes one's own hair overit-it is not a wig，you comprehend-but-""Poirot，"I roared."Once and for allI will have nothing to do with the beastly inventions of your confoundedhairdresser. What's the matter with the top of my head?" "Nothing-nothing at all." "It's not as though I were going bald." "Of course not!Of course not!" "The hot summers out there naturally cause the hair to fall out a bit.
Ishall take back a really good hair tonic." "Precisement." "And，anyway，what business is it of Japp's?He always was an offensivekind of devil.And no sense of humour.The kind of man who laughs when a chairis pulled away just as a man is about to sit down." "A great many people would laugh at that." "It's utterly senseless."