Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting
He passed you and in doing so stumbled-""He pretended to stumble，I seeit now.Then he leaned over the seat in front to pick up his hat.He must havestabbed the poor fellow then." "You didn't hear anything?A cry?Or a groan?" Mr Leadbetter had heard nothing but the loud，hoarse accents ofKatherine Royal，but in the vividness of his imagination he invented a groan. Inspector Crome took the groan at its face value and bade him proceed. "And then he went out-""Can you describe him?" "He was a very big man.Six foot at least.A giant."
Jack Vettriano Painting
"Fair or dark?" "I-well-I'm not exactly sure.I think he was bald.A sinister-lookingfellow." "He didn't limp，did he?"asked Inspector Crome. "Yes-yes，now you come to speak of it I think he did limp.Very dark，hemight have been some kind of half-caste." "Was he in his seat the last time the lights came up?" "No.He came in after the big picture began." Inspector Crome nodded，handed Mr Leadbetter a statement to sign and gotrid of him. "That's about as bad a witness as you'll find，"he remarkedpessimistically."He'd say anything with a little leading.It's perfectlyclear that he hasn't the faintest idea what our man looks like.Let's havethe commissionaire back."
Jack Vettriano Painting