Henri Matisse Painting

Henri Matisse Painting
He couldn't bury it in the park. Too hard work and very noticeable. Somewhere where the earth was turned already?"
"The kitchen garden, perhaps, but that's very close to the gardener's cottage. He's old and deaf - but still it might be risky."
"Is there a dog?"
"No."
"Then in a shed, perhaps, or an outhouse?"
"That would be simpler and quicker…. There are a lot of unused old buildings; broken down pigsties, harness rooms, workshops that nobody ever goes near. Or he might perhaps thrust it into a clump of rhododendrons or shrubs somewhere."
Miss Marple nodded.
"Yes, I think that's much more probable."
Henri Matisse Painting
There was a knock on the door and the grim Florence came in with a tray.
"Nice for you to have a visitor," she said to Miss Marple, "I've made you my special scones you used to like."
"Florence always made the most delicious tea cakes," said Miss Marple.
Florence, gratified, creased her features into a totally unexpected smile and left the room.
"I think, my dear," said Miss Marple, "we won't talk any more about murder during tea. Such an unpleasant subject!"Henri Matisse Painting