Marc Chagall Painting

Marc Chagall Painting
If only he really knew! If only he could feel quite sure! And then he would tell himself that, after all, he had very little to go upon; only suspicion - suspicion, and a secret, horrible certainty that his suspicion was justified.
And so at last Bunting began to long for a solution which he knew to be indefensible from every point of view; he began to hope, that is, in the depths of his heart, that the ledger would again go out one evening on his horrible business and be caught - red-handed
Marc Chagall Painting
But far from going out on any business, horrible or other, Mr. Sleuth now never went out at all. He kept upstairs, and often spent quite a considerable part of his day in bed. He still felt, so he assured Mrs. Bunting, very far from well. He had never thrown off the chill he had caught on that bitter night he and his landlord had met on their several ways home.
Marc Chagall Painting