The Case of the Pilfered Painting (A Henrietta Huddleston Mystery)

“Yes, yes,” Henrietta said impatiently, fingering the pince-nez that hung from her neck on a black braided cord, “but it’s really just too intriguing. It has all the ingredients of a first-rate crime novel, if you ask me. Think of it: a young heiress alone and grief stricken after the mysterious death of her aunt; a painting, a treasured legacy, missing; the police baffled.” Then she said solemnly, “You know, Joshua, it just struck me. What if there’s a connection between Mrs. Harper’s death and the disappearance of that painting? Do you suppose that’s possible?” she asked, her eyes wide, her mind focused on the one point of information that would not allow it to rest: Who did it?