Gustav Klimt Painting

Gustav Klimt Painting
"Don't you know what it was they were calling out?" he asked slowly.
Mrs. Bunting looked across at him. She would have given a very great deal to be able to lie, to pretend that she did not know what those dreadful cries had portended. But when it came to the point she found she could not do so.
Gustav Klimt Painting
"Yes," she said dully. "I heard a word here and there. There's been another murder, hasn't there?"
"Two other murders," he said soberly.
"Two? That's worse news!" She turned so pale - a sallow greenish-white - that Bunting thought she was again going queer.
Gustav Klimt Painting