da vinci painting

"It's true，Don/"He said as though mechanically: "Have you just come down from London?" "Yes.Dad phoned me." "By the 9.30，I suppose?"said Donald Fraser. His mind，shrinking from reality，ran for safety along these unimportantdetails. "Yes." There was silence for a minute or two，the Fraser said: "The police?Are they doing anything?" "They're upstairs now.Looking through Betty's things，I suppose."
"They've no idea who-?They don't know-?" He stopped. He had all a sensitive，shy person's dislike of putting violent factsinto words. Poirot moved forward a little and asked a question. He spoke in a businesslike，matter-of-fact voice as though what he asked