[MaC] Separations: Hodges, Nicola and Michael

[Jonathan Katalenic]

--- Mel Mason <goldfired at oxmust.co.uk> wrote:

> >> There was no-one in his flat - although Hodges
> was able to produce his
> >> somewhat elderly Home Guard rifle.
> >>
> >> The other flats on this floor belonged to the
> Countess and her daughter, 
> >> the
> >> Wing Commander, and Miss Marjorie Higgins.
> >> Hodges checked and loaded a shell into the
> chamber of the old rifle,
> >> shouldered it for the march and turned to the
> others after an inspection 
> >> of
> >> his own flat.  "Shall we proceed in order then?" 
> He asked, leading the 
> >> way
> >> to Flat No 2.
> >
> > "If you don't mind, perhaps my flat next, so I
> might recover my
> > sidearm," Michael suggests.
> >
> 
> They therefore headed first of all for Flat 4 so
> that Michael could collect 
> his handgun.  There wqas no-one in the flat -
> although there was a woman's 
> scarf cast aside on a sofa.  There were also a
> number of Egyptian 
> artefacts - a statue of Anubis on a side table. 
> There was also a key that 
> looked like the key to one of the flats - only it
> bore the number 2.
> 
> There was no-one in Flat 3, either. There were a few
> recently opened 
> packages on the bed with used things in them - as if
> Marjorie had found a 
> jumble sale or something.  But the items are nicer
> than you'd expect from a 
> jumble sale, and besides, in war-time people were
> far less reluctant to give 
> away perfectly good clothes.  Marjorie's handbag was
> here too.  It had 
> fallen on its iside, but all that had fallen out
> were a rather thin purse, 
> and a small piece of card with an address in Betnal
> Green for a Mrs Miggins.
> 
> They next went to Flat Number 2.  Here again there
> was no-one - apart from 
> Arabella's rather excited little dog.  A canvas
> stood in the living room, 
> and there was a smell of wet paint, although it did
> not look particularly 
> smudged.  On the other hand, given the style, it
> could be hard to tell.
> 
> They checked each room.  Pamela's bedroom was neat
> and tidy - but the corner 
> of something written was protruding from a drawer in
> her dressing tavble, as 
> though it had been shoved hastily away and the
> drawer closed.  Once could 
> make out the letters, "Darl ... "

Nicola instantly recognized one of the items in one of
the flats, but as she neither trusted nor felt a
particular need to confide in either Hodges or
Michael, she kept her mouth shut. 'Very interesting,'
she thought to herself. 'I may just have to ask her
about that sometime.'

"Right then, gents," she said as they left Flat No. 2.
"On to the second floor." As the three climbed the
stairs leading to the second floor, Nicola wished, not
for the first time, that she had thought to pack the
.38 Freddy had given her for protection. Foolishly,
she had thought she would be in LESS danger in London
than in New York. "And here we are, tracking a
murderer," she muttered under her breath. She, Michael
and Hodges reached the second floor.

[OOC: I'm assuming, unless there's anything in
particular Michael or Hodges wish to search first,
that they'll search these flats in order- 5, 6, 7 and
then 8.]


		
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