Biblis painting

Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
Charity painting
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
So granted Martine," said Craddock thoughtfully, "there is a motive of a kind. Martine's reappearance with a son would diminish the Crackenthorpe inheritance – though hardly to a point, one would think, to active murder. They're all very hard up –"
"Even Harold?" Lucy demanded incredulously.
"Even the prosperous-looking Harold Crackenthorpe is not the sober and conservative financier the appears to be. He's been plunging heavily and mixing himself up in some rather undesirable ventures. A large sum of money, soon, might avoid a crash."
"But if so –” said Lucy, and stopped.
"Yes, Miss Eyelesbarrow –"
"I know, dear," said Miss Marple. "The wrong murder, that's what you mean."
"Yes. Martine's death wouldn't do Harold - or any of the others - any good. Not until –"
"Not until Luther Crackenthorpe died. Exactly. That occurred to me. And Mr. Crackenthorpe, senior, I gather from his doctor, is a much better life than any outsider would imagine."
"He'll last for years," said Lucy. Then she frowned.
"Yes?" Craddock spoke encouragingly.
"He was rather ill at Christmas-time," said Lucy. "He said the doctor made a lot of fuss about it – ‘Anyone would have thought I'd been poisoned by the fuss he made.' That's what he said."
She looked inquiringly at Craddock.
"Yes," said Craddock. "That's really what I want to ask Dr. Quimper about."
"Well, I must go," said Lucy. "Heavens, it's late."
Miss Marple put down her knitting and picked up The Times with a half-done crossword puzzle.