Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting
Bunting, still standing outside the gate, suddenly knew what it was his lodger had been doing on the other side of the low wall. Mr. Sleuth had evidently been out to buy himself another pair of new boots, and then be had gone inside the gate and had put them on, placing his old footgear in the paper in which the new pair had been wrapped.
Jack Vettriano Painting
The ex-butler waited - waited quite a long time, not only until Mr. Sleuth had let himself into the house, but till the lodger had had time to get well away, upstairs.
Then he also walked up the flagged pathway, and put his latchkey in the door. He lingered as long over the job of hanging his hat and coat up in the hall as he dared, in fact till his wife called out to him. Then he went in, and throwing the paper down on the table, he said sullenly: "There it is! You can see it all for yourself - not that there's very much to see," and groped his way to the fire.
Jack Vettriano Painting