painting flower pot

painting flower pot
flower garden painting
decorative flower painting
modern flower painting
Colonel Luscombe hesitated, pulling his moustaches.
　　"I think you're makinga mistake, Bess." He sighed. "Sheasked where you were. I told her you were abroad."
　　"Well, I shall be in another twelve hours, so thatall fits very nicely."
　　She came up to him, killed him on the point of hischin, turned him smartly around as though they were about to play Blind Man's Buff, opened the door, gave him a gentle little propelling shove out it. Asthe door shut behind him, Colonel Luscombe noticed an old lady turning the corner from thestairs. She was muttering to herself as she looked into her handbag. "Dear, dear me. I suppose I must have left it in my room. Oh dear."
　　She passed Colonel Luscombe without paying muchattention to him apparently, but as he went on down the stairs Miss Marple paused by herroom door and directed a piercing glance after him. Then she looked towards Bess Sedgwick's door. "So that'swho she was waiting for," said Miss Marple to herself. "I wonder why.