Gustav Klimt The Kiss

Gustav Klimt The Kiss
"And leave Rutherford Hall? Never! I'm the complete sleuth by now. Almost as bad as the boys. They spend their entire time looking for clues. They looked all through the dustbins yesterday. Most unsavoury - and they hadn't really the faintest idea what they were looking for. If they come to you in triumph, Inspector Craddock, bearing a torn scrap of paper with Martine - if you value your life keep away from the Long Barn! On it, you'll know that I've taken pity on them and concealed it in the pigsty!"
Gustav Klimt The Kiss
"Why the pigsty, dear?" asked Miss Marple with interest. "Do they keep pigs?"
"Oh, no, not nowadays. It's just - I go there sometimes."
For some reason Lucy blushed. Miss Marple looked at her with increased interest.
"Who's at the house now?" asked Craddock.
"Cedric's there, and Bryan's down for the weekend. Harold and Alfred are coming down tomorrow. They rang up this morning. I somehow got the impression that you had been putting the cat among the pigeons, Inspector Craddock
Gustav Klimt The Kiss