Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting
I was only too ready. We made our way through the crowd and accosted the youngpoliceman.Poirto produced the credentials which the inspector had givenhim.The constable nodded，and unlocked the door to let us pass within.We didso and entered to the intense interest of the lookers-on. Inside it was very dark owing to the shutters being closed.The constablefound and switched on the electric light.The bulb was a low-powered one sothat the interior was still dimly lit. I looked about me.
Jack Vettriano Painting
A dingy little place.A few cheap magazines strewn about，and yesterday'snewspapers-all with a day's dust on them.Behind the counter a row of shelvesreaching to the ceiling and packed with tobacco and packets of cigarettes. There were also a couple of jars of peppermint humbugs and barleysugar.A commonplace little shop，one of many thousand such others. The constable in his slow Hampshire voice was explaining the mise enscene. "Down in a heap behind the counter，that's where she was.Doctor says ashow she never knew what hit her.Must have been reaching up to one of theshelves."
Jack Vettriano Painting