Mary Cassatt painting

Mary Cassatt painting
Was it possible that their place was being watched - already? He thought it only too likely. Bunting, like Mrs. Bunting, credited the police with almost supernatural powers, especially since he had paid that visit to Scotland Yard.
But to Bunting's amazement, and, yes, relief, it was his lodger who suddenly loomed up in the dim light.
Mary Cassatt painting
Mr. Sleuth must have been stooping down, for his tall, lank form had been quite concealed till he stepped forward from behind the low wall on to the flagged path leading to the front door.
The lodger was carrying a brown paper parcel, and, as he walked along, the new boots he was wearing creaked, and the tap-tap of hard nail-studded heels rang out on the flat-stones of the narrow path.
Mary Cassatt painting