Mary Cassatt painting

I winced slightly.I was under the impression that owing to the carefulway I brushed my hair across the top of my head the thinness referred to byJapp was quite unnoticeable.However，Japp had never been remarkable for tactwhere I was concerned，so I put a good face upon it and agreed that we werenon of us getting any youger. "Except Monsieur Poirot here，"said Japp. "Quite a good advertisement for a hair tonic，he'd be.Face fungussprouting finer than ever.Coming out into the limelight，too，in his oldage.Mixed up in all the celebrated cases of the day.Train mysteries，airmysteries，high society deaths-oh，he's here
，there and everywhere.Neverbeen so celebrated as since he retired." "I have already told Hastings that I am like the prima donna who makesalways one more appearance，'said Poirot，smiling. "I shouldn't wonder if you ended by detecting your own death，"said Japp，