Philip Craig paintings

Philip Craig paintings
Paul McCormack paintings
Mr. Franklin came back from his walk as the Sergeant said those startling words. Governing his curiosity better than I had governed mine, he passed us without a word, and went on into the house.
As for me, having already dropped my dignity, I determined to have the whole benefit of the sacrifice. `So much for the Indians,' I said. `What about Rosanna next?'
Sergeant Cuff shook his head.
`The mystery in that quarter is thicker than ever,' he said. `I have traced her to a shop at Frizinghall, kept by a linen-draper named Maltby. She bought nothing whatever at any of the other drapers' shops, or at any milliners' or tailors' shops; and she bought nothing at Maltby's but a piece of long cloth. She was very particular in choosing a certain quality. As to quantity, she bought enough to make a nightgown.'
`Whose nightgown?' I asked.