contemporary abstract painting

Inside it was very dark owing to the shutters being closed.The constablefound and switched on the electric light.The bulb was a low-powered one sothat the interior was still dimly lit. I looked about me. A dingy little place.A few cheap magazines strewn about，and yesterday'snewspapers-all with a day's dust on them.Behind the counter a row of shelvesreaching to the ceiling and packed with tobacco and packets of cigarettes. There were also a couple of jars of peppermint humbugs and barleysugar.A commonplace little shop，
one of many thousand such others. The constable in his slow Hampshire voice was explaining the mise enscene. "Down in a heap behind the counter，that's where she was.Doctor says ashow she never knew what hit her.Must have been reaching up to one of theshelves." "There was nothing in her hand?"