Modern Art Painting

Modern Art Painting
"Get on，lass，"said Mr Ball."Tell your tale.Nowt to be afraid of." Mary gasped，groaned and plunged in a breathless voice into her narrative. "I knocked on door and there wasn't no answer，otherwise I wouldn't havegone in leastways not unless the gentleman had said"Come in，"and as hedidn't say nothing I went in and he was there washing his hands." She paused and breathed deeply. "Go on，my girl，"said Anderson. Mary looked sideways at her master and as though receiving inspirationfrom his slow nod，plunged on again. ""It's your hot water，sir，"I said，"and I did knock，"but "Oh，"hesays，"I've washed in cold，"he said，and so，naturally，I looks in basin，and oh!God help me，sir，it were all red!"
Modern Art Painting
"Red?"said Anderson sharply. Ball struck in. "The lass told me that he had his coat off and that he was holding thesleeve of it，and it was all wet-that's right，eh，lass?" "Yes，sir，that's right，sir." She plunged on: "And his face，sir，it looked queer，mortal queer it looked.Gave mequite a turn." "When was this?"asked Anderson sharply. "About a quarter after five，so near as I can reckon." "Over three hours ago，"snapped Anderson. "Why didn't you come at once?"Modern Art Painting