Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting
Her conscience gave her a sudden twinge. Last night Tom and Lily and all the hunting back over dates!Trying tomake out that Mr Cust was that dreadful monster，A B C.Just because of hisinitials and because of a few coincidences. "I don't suppose they meant it seriously，"she thought comfortably."Andnow I hope they'll be ashamed of themselves." In some obscure way that she could not have explained，Mr Cust'sstatement that his sister had had a baby had effectually removed any doubtsMrs Marbury might have had of her lodger's bona fides. "I hope she didn't have too hard a time of it，poor dear."thought MrsMarbury，testing an iron against her cheek before beginning to iron outLily's silk slip.
Jack Vettriano Painting
Her mind ran comfortably on a well-worn obstetric track. Mr Cust came quietly down the stairs，a bag in his hand.His eyes resteda minute on the telephone. That brief conversation re-echoed in his brain. "Is that you，Mr Cust?I thought you might like to know there's aninspector from Scotland Yard may be coming to see you......" What had he said?He couldn't remember. "Thank you-thank you，my dear......very kind of you......" Something like that. Why had she telephoned to him?Could she possibly have guessed?Or did shejust want to make sure he would stay in for the inspector's visit?
Jack Vettriano Painting