Venus and Cupid

Venus and Cupid
Vermeer girl with the pearl earring
virgin of the rocks
Woman with a Parasol
Don't go," said Cedric. "Murder had made you practically one of the family."
"I've got a lot to do," said Lucy. "I only came out to get some parsley."
She beat a rapid retreat to the kitchen garden. Cedric's eyes followed her.
"Good-looking girl," he said. "Who is she really?"
"Oh, she's quite well known," said Emma. "She's made a speciality of this kind of thing. But never mind Lucy Eyelesbarrow, Cedric, I'm terribly worried. Apparently the police think that the dead woman was a foreigner, perhaps French. Cedric, you don't think that she could possibly be - Martine?"
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For a moment or two Cedric stared at her as though uncomprehending.
"Martine? But who on earth – oh, you mean Martine?"
"Yes. Do you think –"
"Why on earth should it be Martine?"
"Well, her sending that telegram was odd when you come to think of it. It must have been roughly about the same time…. Do you think that she may, after all, have come down here and –"
"Nonsense. Why should Martine come down here and find her way into the Long Barn? What for? It seems wildly unlikely to me."