Madonna Litta

Madonna Litta
madonna with the yarnwinder painting
Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
"He spoke of you as an old fuss-pot." Quimper smiled. "He said you had asked him all sorts of questions, not only as to what he had eaten, but as to who prepared it and served it."
The doctor was not smiling now. His face was hard again.
"Go on."
"He used some such phrase as – ‘Talked as though he believed someone had poisoned me.’"
There was a pause.
"Had you - any suspicion of that kind?"
Quimper did not answer at once. He got up and walked up and down. Finally, he wheeled round on Craddock.
"What the devil do you expect me to say? Do you think a doctor can go about flinging accusations of poisoning here and there without any real evidence?"
"I'd just like to know, off the record, if - that idea – did enter your head?"