Picture Miss Seeton by Carvic Heron

Author:Carvic, Heron [Carvic, Heron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Humour
ISBN: 9789997407436
Google: Bv6OPwAACAAJ
Amazon: 0425109291
Goodreads: 1907612
Publisher: Berkeley
Published: 1968-06-01T05:00:00+00:00

They stood contemplating the littered desk. On top was the charcoal drawing on which they had seen her at work. Well, you couldn’t win every time, reflected the sergeant. The Oracle had fallen down on this one. Or rather Miss Seeton had. They’d been trotting round the garden, while she was supposed to be running off a few front and side views of the Venning family. Only she’d forgotten all about it and settled down to a bit of landscaping. Pretty gloomy at that. Clever enough, he supposed, but he wouldn’t want to live with it. All those mountains at the back, with that dark sky on top. It was – brooding. Yes, that was the word, brooding. And that cliff on the left – no, not a cliff exactly – a rock. Just that one ray of light catching the stream as it trickled down – there were two streams actually, but one disappeared over the other side – lighting up the pool at the bottom where – good Lord! – some girl had come a purler and dropped a bottle or something that had smashed. He wouldn’t give much for the girl’s chances. She looked as if she was lying half in the water. Bit ominous, the whole thing. Not his cup of tea at all. Delphick pulled a sheet of paper from underneath the drawing. Bob chuckled. This was more like it. This was something you could understand. It was a quick pen sketch, done in a few lines. On a rostrum, behind a table above which was festooned a mayoral chain in place of bunting, a portly, pompous figure was delivering a speech while holding up a phial in his right hand: a wicked likeness to Mr. Trefold Morton in the role of a huckster selling quack medicines.

“Who,” laughed Delphick as Miss Seeton returned, “is the gentleman you don’t like?”

“Oh,” exclaimed Miss Seeton. “You weren’t supposed to see that.” She looked at him reprovingly. “It was underneath.”

“I know,” agreed Delphick, “but the corner was sticking out and I couldn’t resist it. It’s very funny.”

“It was naughty of me, I admit. But he did boom so. It’s my cousin’s solicitor. I had to see him this morning about probate and he would insist on giving me pills for a headache. I didn’t want them, but it was easier to take them than argue.”

The superintendent considered: it certainly was funny. And yet…A con man if ever he’d seen one. And the odd coincidence of a bottle or phial in both drawings. Coincidence?

A little probing there might pay off. A few enquiries into this man’s financial standing and that of his clients…But with a solicitor any such investigation would need to be discreet.

He put the sketch down and regarded the charcoal drawing. Miss Seeton watched him anxiously. “I don’t know that it’s very clear. Does it help at all?”

“Oh, yes. I think so.” The sergeant glanced at him in surprise. “I’m not too happy about it – or the implications.

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