“ I understand,” Ernest said. “What do you think, instead, of the painting we found?” he asked.
“ Judging by how creepy it is, I’d say without a shadow of a doubt that my wife painted that,” Houg answered.
In that instant Mary Ann entered the study, taking the bag Ernest had asked her.
“ Your kids have just come back,” she said, turning to Houg.
The banker threw a knowing look at Ernest, guessing the request of the investigator, who nodded.
“ Would you be that kind to warn Rebecca that we need to talk to her?” Houg said to the housemaid.
“ Of course,” Mary Ann said, and almost rushed out.
Ernest took the canvas and put it in the bag. Minutes of silence followed.
“ Anyone else knew that your wife used to paint herself hung?” Ernest broke the silence.
“ None,” Houg answered. “Even b
