From ladyofamber at gmail.com Thu Feb 3 13:58:26 2005 From: ladyofamber at gmail.com (ladyofamber@gmail.com) Date: Thu Feb 3 13:58:29 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <01a801c507f2$df20b570$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <20050130111556.30802.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> <01a801c507f2$df20b570$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: > > > > Cyril stepped forward. "Mrs. Evans, can I get you anything? A glass > > of water or cup of... anything?" He changed his offer at the last > > moment. It seemed crass to offer tea considering the evening's events. > > > > At this point Oswald entered. > > "Officer Powell wants his pain pills," he said, and then he made his way to > the table where the Officer had earlier emptied his pockets. "Are they > still here?" > > He lifted a small bottle and glanced at Vangie. "Would these be the ones?" "I think Mr. Warren poured out the pills to look at them," Marjorie offered. "Over there," she pointed to where the cloths were laid out and the white pills were. From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Thu Feb 3 14:03:58 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Thu Feb 3 14:03:36 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." Message-ID: > >> >> As the officers led Philip out to another room Marjorie > put down > >> >> the other bits of evidence, left them on the table. > "Now we know > >> >> who did it..." she said, looking disturbed. She > avoided looking > >> >> around at the other people in the room as she sat down again by > >> >> the door. > >> > > >> > Arabella went to Evangeline. "My dear... I am so sorry. Is there > >> > anything we can do?" She met Arabella's gaze with an unmistakable steel-spined resolve. "I think now that the only person who can do anything is my solicitor. ...though if you would care to come with me, you would be welcome." > >> "Now we do now." James agreed. "And now it is over." He glanced > >> apologetically to Evangeline, sympathy in his eyes, even if he did > >> not force her to meet his gaze. She nodded, absently, her mind clearly elsewhere. > > Cyril stepped forward. "Mrs. Evans, can I get you > anything? A glass > > of water or cup of... anything?" He changed his offer at the last > > moment. It seemed crass to offer tea considering the evening's > > events. Vangie blinked. Her gaze cleared; she looked hopefully at Cyril. "Well, yes, if you wouldn't mind...if you could just bring Sweetie up, so I can finally =see= him...that would be wonderful." > At this point Oswald entered. > > "Officer Powell wants his pain pills," he said, and then he > made his way to > the table where the Officer had earlier emptied his pockets. > "Are they > still here?" > > He lifted a small bottle and glanced at Vangie. "Would these > be the ones?" [ooc: Assuming they are....] Vangie studied the bottle in his hand a moment and nodded. "Yes." She frowned before commenting, "It's very full...I think he was just at the chemist yesterday. He usually only takes one...two if the pain is very bad." From Nowsounds at comcast.net Thu Feb 3 14:21:05 2005 From: Nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds) Date: Thu Feb 3 14:21:04 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: Message-ID: <008f01c50a25$82e105a0$6401a8c0@Barbara> > >> >> As the officers led Philip out to another room Marjorie > put down > >> >> the other bits of evidence, left them on the table. > "Now we know > >> >> who did it..." she said, looking disturbed. She > avoided looking > >> >> around at the other people in the room as she sat down again by > >> >> the door. > >> > > >> > Arabella went to Evangeline. "My dear... I am so sorry. Is there > >> > anything we can do?" She met Arabella's gaze with an unmistakable steel-spined resolve. "I think now that the only person who can do anything is my solicitor. ...though if you would care to come with me, you would be welcome." "I will, of course," the Dowager said, with similar resolve. "Whenever you wish." > >> "Now we do now." James agreed. "And now it is over." He glanced > >> apologetically to Evangeline, sympathy in his eyes, even if he did > >> not force her to meet his gaze. She nodded, absently, her mind clearly elsewhere. > > Cyril stepped forward. "Mrs. Evans, can I get you > anything? A glass > > of water or cup of... anything?" He changed his offer at the last > > moment. It seemed crass to offer tea considering the evening's > > events. Vangie blinked. Her gaze cleared; she looked hopefully at Cyril. "Well, yes, if you wouldn't mind...if you could just bring Sweetie up, so I can finally =see= him...that would be wonderful." > At this point Oswald entered. > > "Officer Powell wants his pain pills," he said, and then he > made his way to > the table where the Officer had earlier emptied his pockets. > "Are they > still here?" > > He lifted a small bottle and glanced at Vangie. "Would these > be the ones?" [ooc: Assuming they are....] Vangie studied the bottle in his hand a moment and nodded. "Yes." She frowned before commenting, "It's very full...I think he was just at the chemist yesterday. He usually only takes one...two if the pain is very bad." _______________________________________________ murder_at_christmas mailing list murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Thu Feb 3 17:05:59 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Thu Feb 3 17:06:05 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <008f01c50a25$82e105a0$6401a8c0@Barbara> Message-ID: <20050203220559.83390.qmail@web50703.mail.yahoo.com> --- Nowsounds wrote: > > > > >> >> As the officers led Philip out to another room Marjorie > > put down > > >> >> the other bits of evidence, left them on the table. > > "Now we know > > >> >> who did it..." she said, looking disturbed. She > > avoided looking > > >> >> around at the other people in the room as she sat down again > by > > >> >> the door. > > >> > > > >> > Arabella went to Evangeline. "My dear... I am so sorry. Is > there > > >> > anything we can do?" > > She met Arabella's gaze with an unmistakable steel-spined resolve. "I > think now that the only person who can do anything is my solicitor. > ...though if you would care to come with me, you would be welcome." > > "I will, of course," the Dowager said, with similar resolve. > "Whenever you > wish." > > > >> "Now we do now." James agreed. "And now it is over." He > glanced > > >> apologetically to Evangeline, sympathy in his eyes, even if he > did > > >> not force her to meet his gaze. > > She nodded, absently, her mind clearly elsewhere. > > > > Cyril stepped forward. "Mrs. Evans, can I get you > > anything? A glass > > > of water or cup of... anything?" He changed his offer at the > last > > > moment. It seemed crass to offer tea considering the evening's > > > events. > > Vangie blinked. Her gaze cleared; she looked hopefully at Cyril. > "Well, > yes, if you wouldn't mind...if you could just bring Sweetie up, so I > can > finally =see= him...that would be wonderful." Cyril paled, but tried to sound cheery. "Why...uh...of course, Mrs. Evans. Certainly." He crossed the room and descended the stairs. > > > At this point Oswald entered. > > > > "Officer Powell wants his pain pills," he said, and then he > > made his way to > > the table where the Officer had earlier emptied his pockets. > > "Are they > > still here?" > > > > He lifted a small bottle and glanced at Vangie. "Would these > > be the ones?" > > [ooc: Assuming they are....] > > Vangie studied the bottle in his hand a moment and nodded. "Yes." She > frowned before commenting, "It's very full...I think he was just at > the > chemist yesterday. He usually only takes one...two if the pain is > very > bad." Downstairs, Cyril dug his winter gloves out of his coat pockets and donned them as he went out into the hallway. Those guests who were in the lower level of the Beaman flat could hear "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty" as Cyril made his way down the stairs to the floor below. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Thu Feb 3 18:36:12 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Thu Feb 3 18:36:19 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <20050203220559.83390.qmail@web50703.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <00ca01c50a49$259c5560$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Swooshing to include Heather's post: > > >> >> As the officers led Philip out to another room Marjorie > > put down > > >> >> the other bits of evidence, left them on the table. > > "Now we know > > >> >> who did it..." she said, looking disturbed. She > > avoided looking > > >> >> around at the other people in the room as she sat down again > by > > >> >> the door. > > >> > > > >> > Arabella went to Evangeline. "My dear... I am so sorry. Is > there > > >> > anything we can do?" > > She met Arabella's gaze with an unmistakable steel-spined resolve. "I > think now that the only person who can do anything is my solicitor. > ...though if you would care to come with me, you would be welcome." > > "I will, of course," the Dowager said, with similar resolve. > "Whenever you > wish." > > > >> "Now we do now." James agreed. "And now it is over." He > glanced > > >> apologetically to Evangeline, sympathy in his eyes, even if he > did > > >> not force her to meet his gaze. > > She nodded, absently, her mind clearly elsewhere. > > > > Cyril stepped forward. "Mrs. Evans, can I get you > > anything? A glass > > > of water or cup of... anything?" He changed his offer at the > last > > > moment. It seemed crass to offer tea considering the evening's > > > events. > > Vangie blinked. Her gaze cleared; she looked hopefully at Cyril. > "Well, > yes, if you wouldn't mind...if you could just bring Sweetie up, so I > can > finally =see= him...that would be wonderful." Cyril paled, but tried to sound cheery. "Why...uh...of course, Mrs. Evans. Certainly." He crossed the room and descended the stairs. > > > At this point Oswald entered. > > > > "Officer Powell wants his pain pills," he said, and then he > > made his way to > > the table where the Officer had earlier emptied his pockets. > > "Are they > > still here?" > > > > He lifted a small bottle and glanced at Vangie. "Would these > > be the ones?" The bottle was, however, empty. > > Vangie studied the bottle in his hand a moment and nodded. "Yes." She > frowned before commenting, "It was very full...I think he was just at > the > chemist yesterday. He usually only takes one...two if the pain is > very > bad." "I think Mr. Warren poured out the pills to look at them," Marjorie offered. "Over there," she pointed to where the cloths were laid out and the white pills were. Lucinda moved over to look. "Yes, that's right," she said. She looked thoughtfully at her husband. "Should we put them all back?" "We don't know when he'll have the opportunity to get more," Oswald pointed out. Lucinda nodded and began to put the pills back in the jar. (OOC - anyone objecting? Helping?) Downstairs, Cyril dug his winter gloves out of his coat pockets and donned them as he went out into the hallway. Those guests who were in the lower level of the Beaman flat could hear "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty" as Cyril made his way down the stairs to the floor below. Sweetie was lying in wait behind Vangie's door, warching for intruders. It wasn't Cyril's hands he went for. It was his ankles - with long, hooked claws. From dorothea at textartisan.com Thu Feb 3 19:13:44 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Thu Feb 3 19:16:21 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <00ca01c50a49$259c5560$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <20050203220559.83390.qmail@web50703.mail.yahoo.com> <00ca01c50a49$259c5560$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <4202BE38.8040206@textartisan.com> > Lucinda moved over to look. "Yes, that's right," she said. She looked > thoughtfully at her husband. "Should we put them all back?" > > "We don't know when he'll have the opportunity to get more," Oswald > pointed out. > > Lucinda nodded and began to put the pills back in the jar. > > > (OOC - anyone objecting? Helping?) "I think you might do well to hold on to them, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, and give them directly to the constabulary; they *are* narcotics, are they not?" said Pamela quietly. "Give Officer Powell a dose if he needs it, but I should not leave him with the whole bottle." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Feb 6 07:42:49 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Feb 6 07:42:54 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <20050203220559.83390.qmail@web50703.mail.yahoo.com><00ca01c50a49$259c5560$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <4202BE38.8040206@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <007601c50c49$5dab71f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Lucinda moved over to look. "Yes, that's right," she said. She looked >> thoughtfully at her husband. "Should we put them all back?" >> >> "We don't know when he'll have the opportunity to get more," Oswald >> pointed out. >> >> Lucinda nodded and began to put the pills back in the jar. >> > > "I think you might do well to hold on to them, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, and > give them directly to the constabulary; they *are* narcotics, are they > not?" said Pamela quietly. "Give Officer Powell a dose if he needs it, but > I should not leave him with the whole bottle." > "Good thinking," said Oswald. He took the bottle from his wife, and hurried out of the door. The sound of the lift they had heard earlier did indeed prove to be the police - two detectives in plain dark trenchcooats, and two special constables. "I believe there has been some trouble here, Sir," said one of the detectives. "Murder most foul, I am given to understand. Inspector Gideon, and my colleague is Inspector Alleyn." The irony of his tone suggested that he was not taking the matter seriously, but his expression changed when Oswald introduce himself and, in a few brief, well-chosen words, explained the situation. "I'll accompany you down, Sir." Gideon looked at his colleague, and the two constables. "Fox, you go with Alleyn. Start to collect the details of what happened. Christie, you come with me." They headed down the stairs towards where Philip, accompanied by James and Michael, was still descending the stairs. They had reached the front door by the time that the detectives and Oswald caught up with them (anyone else going downstairs?). "Officer Powell," said Oswald, moving towards the group. "I have you pills. I'm sure you'll inderstand that I can't give you the whole bottle, but I shall see it's available. What's your normal dosage?" He started to unscrew the bottle. From Nowsounds at comcast.net Sun Feb 6 22:38:45 2005 From: Nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds) Date: Sun Feb 6 22:38:50 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <20050203220559.83390.qmail@web50703.mail.yahoo.com><00ca01c50a49$259c5560$0202a8c0@Behemoth><4202BE38.8040206@textartisan.com> <007601c50c49$5dab71f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <000b01c50cc6$870b74a0$6401a8c0@Barbara> [OOC - Inspector Gideon? Inspector Alleyn? Mel, on behalf of both myself and my mother, who introduced me to both those august gentlemen, I love you... MC] ----- Original Message ----- From: "Mel Mason" To: Sent: Sunday, February 06, 2005 7:42 AM Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..." > >>> Lucinda moved over to look. "Yes, that's right," she said. She looked >>> thoughtfully at her husband. "Should we put them all back?" >>> >>> "We don't know when he'll have the opportunity to get more," Oswald >>> pointed out. >>> >>> Lucinda nodded and began to put the pills back in the jar. >>> >> >> "I think you might do well to hold on to them, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, >> and give them directly to the constabulary; they *are* narcotics, are >> they not?" said Pamela quietly. "Give Officer Powell a dose if he needs >> it, but I should not leave him with the whole bottle." >> > > "Good thinking," said Oswald. He took the bottle from his wife, and > hurried out of the door. > > The sound of the lift they had heard earlier did indeed prove to be the > police - two detectives in plain dark trenchcooats, and two special > constables. > > "I believe there has been some trouble here, Sir," said one of the > detectives. "Murder most foul, I am given to understand. Inspector > Gideon, and my colleague is Inspector Alleyn." > > The irony of his tone suggested that he was not taking the matter > seriously, but his expression changed when Oswald introduce himself and, > in a few brief, well-chosen words, explained the situation. > > "I'll accompany you down, Sir." Gideon looked at his colleague, and the > two constables. "Fox, you go with Alleyn. Start to collect the details > of what happened. Christie, you come with me." > > They headed down the stairs towards where Philip, accompanied by James and > Michael, was still descending the stairs. They had reached the front door > by the time that the detectives and Oswald caught up with them (anyone > else going downstairs?). > > "Officer Powell," said Oswald, moving towards the group. "I have you > pills. I'm sure you'll inderstand that I can't give you the whole bottle, > but I shall see it's available. What's your normal dosage?" > > He started to unscrew the bottle. > > > > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sun Feb 6 22:40:47 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sun Feb 6 22:40:45 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <007601c50c49$5dab71f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <001101c50cc6$cfcb9210$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > "Officer Powell," said Oswald, moving towards the group. "I > have you pills. I'm sure you'll inderstand that I can't give > you the whole bottle, but I shall see it's available. What's > your normal dosage?" > > He started to unscrew the bottle. Philip sagged, as though the unability to get the bottle of pills was the straw that broke him. "Two," he said softly. "Though perhaps I could get four...two for the morning?" From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Feb 7 18:58:31 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Feb 7 18:58:31 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <001101c50cc6$cfcb9210$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <009d01c50d70$ed959a70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> "Officer Powell," said Oswald, moving towards the group. "I >> have you pills. I'm sure you'll inderstand that I can't give >> you the whole bottle, but I shall see it's available. What's >> your normal dosage?" >> >> He started to unscrew the bottle. > > Philip sagged, as though the unability to get the bottle of pills was the > straw that broke him. "Two," he said softly. "Though perhaps I could get > four...two for the morning?" > Oswald hesitated, two pills in his outstretched hand. "I don't know ... " He looked at the Inspector. Inspector Gideon shook his head. "Best not," he said, not unkindly. "There'll be available to you in the morning." Oswald nodded and offered Philip the pills. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Mon Feb 7 19:04:10 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Mon Feb 7 19:04:15 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <009d01c50d70$ed959a70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <005d01c50d71$ba028500$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > Oswald hesitated, two pills in his outstretched hand. "I > don't know ... " He looked at the Inspector. > > Inspector Gideon shook his head. "Best not," he said, not unkindly. > "There'll be available to you in the morning." > > Oswald nodded and offered Philip the pills. Philip sagged a little further, if that was possible, and reached out a hand to take the pills. Unfortunately, he was apparently still somewhat overcome with the stresses of the day; he had barely taken the pills from Oswald's palm when he dropped one, then the other. The oblong tablets skittered along the floor in widely disparate directions. "I'm sorry," Philip said weakly, as everyone's eyes automatically turned downward to find the escaped pills. Then, showing an energy that had been lacking ever since his confession, he darted past the distracted detectives and through the door into the London night. From Nowsounds at comcast.net Mon Feb 7 19:17:46 2005 From: Nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds) Date: Mon Feb 7 19:17:47 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <005d01c50d71$ba028500$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <00d401c50d73$9e049df0$6401a8c0@Barbara> Philip sagged a little further, if that was possible, and reached out a hand to take the pills. Unfortunately, he was apparently still somewhat overcome with the stresses of the day; he had barely taken the pills from Oswald's palm when he dropped one, then the other. The oblong tablets skittered along the floor in widely disparate directions. "I'm sorry," Philip said weakly, as everyone's eyes automatically turned downward to find the escaped pills. Then, showing an energy that had been lacking ever since his confession, he darted past the distracted detectives and through the door into the London night. "Oh, no," Arabella said quietly. "He can't possibly think..." But then again, she doubted any of them could fathom what that tormented young man might or might not think... From margdean at erols.com Mon Feb 7 23:54:50 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Mon Feb 7 23:55:31 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <005d01c50d71$ba028500$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <00d401c50d73$9e049df0$6401a8c0@Barbara> Message-ID: <4208461A.43EA83B@erols.com> Nowsounds wrote: > > Philip sagged a little further, if that was possible, and reached out a hand > to take the pills. Unfortunately, he was apparently still somewhat overcome > with the stresses of the day; he had barely taken the pills from Oswald's > palm when he dropped one, then the other. The oblong tablets skittered along > the floor in widely disparate directions. > > "I'm sorry," Philip said weakly, as everyone's eyes automatically turned > downward to find the escaped pills. > > Then, showing an energy that had been lacking ever since his confession, he > darted past the distracted detectives and through the door into the London > night. > > "Oh, no," Arabella said quietly. "He can't possibly think..." But then > again, she doubted any of them could fathom what that tormented young man > might or might not think... "Oh, my God!" Marion gasped suddenly. "The UXB..." --Margaret Dean From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Feb 8 02:14:13 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Feb 8 02:14:09 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <005d01c50d71$ba028500$96f1fea9@BriansPC><00d401c50d73$9e049df0$6401a8c0@Barbara> <4208461A.43EA83B@erols.com> Message-ID: <001901c50dad$cb160b50$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Philip sagged a little further, if that was possible, and reached out a >> hand >> to take the pills. Unfortunately, he was apparently still somewhat >> overcome >> with the stresses of the day; he had barely taken the pills from Oswald's >> palm when he dropped one, then the other. The oblong tablets skittered >> along >> the floor in widely disparate directions. >> >> "I'm sorry," Philip said weakly, as everyone's eyes automatically turned >> downward to find the escaped pills. >> >> Then, showing an energy that had been lacking ever since his confession, >> he >> darted past the distracted detectives and through the door into the >> London >> night. >> >> "Oh, no," Arabella said quietly. "He can't possibly think..." But then >> again, she doubted any of them could fathom what that tormented young man >> might or might not think... > > "Oh, my God!" Marion gasped suddenly. "The UXB..." > Outside, all was still in darkness, although the approaching dawn (it had been a long night) was giving shape and definition to the outline of buildings and rubble that marked the remains of the tower block that had once stood next to Mortmioan Mansions. Two policeman could be seen, close at hand, talking in low voices - at a slightly greater distance, a group of soldiers were just visible, focused on something on the ground. "Stop him!" shouted the Inspector. The two policeman looked up. "Hey - you can't go there, Sir!" one called, while the other, of a more practical bent, ran towards Philip, stumbling over the rough ground. The first policeman sounded his whistle in urgent alert, and the soldiers looked up. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Tue Feb 8 23:18:29 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Tue Feb 8 23:18:27 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <001901c50dad$cb160b50$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <005301c50e5e$6bbf48e0$6001a8c0@BriansPC> > Outside, all was still in darkness, although the approaching > dawn (it had been a long night) was giving shape and definition > to the outline of buildings and rubble that marked the remains > of the tower block that had once stood next to Mortmioan Mansions. > Two policeman could be seen, close at hand, talking in low voices > - at a slightly greater distance, a group of soldiers were just > visible, focused on something on the ground. > > "Stop him!" shouted the Inspector. > > The two policeman looked up. > > "Hey - you can't go there, Sir!" one called, while the other, > of a more practical bent, ran towards Philip, stumbling over the > rough ground. > > The first policeman sounded his whistle in urgent alert, and > the soldiers looked up. Philip didn't stop, didn't turn; he merely kept running, away from the police, from the soldiers, from the scene of the crime, from the people who knew his guilt, from everything. From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Wed Feb 9 07:51:52 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Wed Feb 9 07:51:54 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <005301c50e5e$6bbf48e0$6001a8c0@BriansPC> References: <001901c50dad$cb160b50$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <005301c50e5e$6bbf48e0$6001a8c0@BriansPC> Message-ID: <3b089f7c05020904515225c495@mail.gmail.com> On Tue, 8 Feb 2005 23:18:29 -0500, Brian Schoner wrote: > > Outside, all was still in darkness, although the approaching > > dawn (it had been a long night) was giving shape and definition > > to the outline of buildings and rubble that marked the remains > > of the tower block that had once stood next to Mortmioan Mansions. > > Two policeman could be seen, close at hand, talking in low voices > > - at a slightly greater distance, a group of soldiers were just > > visible, focused on something on the ground. > > > > "Stop him!" shouted the Inspector. > > > > The two policeman looked up. > > > > "Hey - you can't go there, Sir!" one called, while the other, > > of a more practical bent, ran towards Philip, stumbling over the > > rough ground. > > > > The first policeman sounded his whistle in urgent alert, and > > the soldiers looked up. > > Philip didn't stop, didn't turn; he merely kept running, away from the > police, from the soldiers, from the scene of the crime, from the people who > knew his guilt, from everything. "Powell! I'll shoot!" Michael called after him, drawing his own service weapon and taking careful aim. If Phillip didn't stop, the Group Commander would fire before the other pilot came close enough to interfere with the UXB. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Feb 9 18:01:47 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Feb 9 18:01:42 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <001901c50dad$cb160b50$0202a8c0@Behemoth><005301c50e5e$6bbf48e0$6001a8c0@BriansPC> <3b089f7c05020904515225c495@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <00a501c50efb$55a53e00$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > Outside, all was still in darkness, although the approaching >> > dawn (it had been a long night) was giving shape and definition >> > to the outline of buildings and rubble that marked the remains >> > of the tower block that had once stood next to Mortmioan Mansions. >> > Two policeman could be seen, close at hand, talking in low voices >> > - at a slightly greater distance, a group of soldiers were just >> > visible, focused on something on the ground. >> > >> > "Stop him!" shouted the Inspector. >> > >> > The two policeman looked up. >> > >> > "Hey - you can't go there, Sir!" one called, while the other, >> > of a more practical bent, ran towards Philip, stumbling over the >> > rough ground. >> > >> > The first policeman sounded his whistle in urgent alert, and >> > the soldiers looked up. >> >> Philip didn't stop, didn't turn; he merely kept running, away from the >> police, from the soldiers, from the scene of the crime, from the people >> who >> knew his guilt, from everything. > > "Powell! I'll shoot!" Michael called after him, drawing his own > service weapon and taking careful aim. If Phillip didn't stop, the > Group Commander would fire before the other pilot came close enough to > interfere with the UXB. > As Philip ran towards them, two of the UXB soldiers drew their weapons too, and one shouted, "Halt! Or we'll fire!" From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Wed Feb 9 23:13:11 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Wed Feb 9 23:13:08 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <00a501c50efb$55a53e00$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <00a601c50f26$d8e0c430$6001a8c0@BriansPC> > > "Powell! I'll shoot!" Michael called after him, drawing his own > > service weapon and taking careful aim. If Phillip didn't stop, the > > Group Commander would fire before the other pilot came > > close enough to interfere with the UXB. > > As Philip ran towards them, two of the UXB soldiers drew > their weapons too, and one shouted, "Halt! Or we'll fire!" Philip angled away from the UXB team, but otherwise acted as though he had not heard any of the threats. He certainly didn't slow down. From dorothea at textartisan.com Wed Feb 9 23:27:09 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Wed Feb 9 23:29:48 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <00a601c50f26$d8e0c430$6001a8c0@BriansPC> References: <00a601c50f26$d8e0c430$6001a8c0@BriansPC> Message-ID: <420AE29D.5000808@textartisan.com> Brian Schoner wrote: >>As Philip ran towards them, two of the UXB soldiers drew >>their weapons too, and one shouted, "Halt! Or we'll fire!" > > > Philip angled away from the UXB team, but otherwise acted as though he had > not heard any of the threats. He certainly didn't slow down. Upstairs, Pamela heard the shouting, and her training cut in. She seized her bag in one hand and her skirt in the other and made for the stairs without a word, pelting down them as fast as her high-heeled slippers would let her. To Hades with the lift. And to Hades with Fitzroy. If Philip Powell was going to blow up half of London, *someone* would have to help put it back together. From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Thu Feb 10 07:28:54 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Thu Feb 10 07:28:59 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <420AE29D.5000808@textartisan.com> References: <00a601c50f26$d8e0c430$6001a8c0@BriansPC> <420AE29D.5000808@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <3b089f7c05021004286fb4e661@mail.gmail.com> > >>As Philip ran towards them, two of the UXB soldiers drew > >>their weapons too, and one shouted, "Halt! Or we'll fire!" > > > > Philip angled away from the UXB team, but otherwise acted as though he had > > not heard any of the threats. He certainly didn't slow down. > > Upstairs, Pamela heard the shouting, and her training cut in. She > seized her bag in one hand and her skirt in the other and made for the > stairs without a word, pelting down them as fast as her high-heeled > slippers would let her. > > To Hades with the lift. And to Hades with Fitzroy. If Philip Powell was > going to blow up half of London, *someone* would have to help put it > back together. On the street, Michael didn't hesitate. *Crack*, *crack*, *crack* three shots rang out. He would've aimed low, hoping to just wound him like in those American movies, but the Blitz's rubble obscured too much of the pilot. Center mass, just like they taught in training, in the Great War. As soon as the third shot left the pistol, the Group Commander was running again, the pistol still in hand. "Bloody hell." From Nowsounds at comcast.net Thu Feb 10 09:27:17 2005 From: Nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds@comcast.net) Date: Thu Feb 10 09:27:25 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." Message-ID: <021020051427.4974.420B6F45000A7D860000136E22058844849C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> > >>As Philip ran towards them, two of the UXB soldiers drew > >>their weapons too, and one shouted, "Halt! Or we'll fire!" > > > > > > Philip angled away from the UXB team, but otherwise acted as though he had > > not heard any of the threats. He certainly didn't slow down. > > Upstairs, Pamela heard the shouting, and her training cut in. She > seized her bag in one hand and her skirt in the other and made for the > stairs without a word, pelting down them as fast as her high-heeled > slippers would let her. > > To Hades with the lift. And to Hades with Fitzroy. If Philip Powell was > going to blow up half of London, *someone* would have to help put it > back together. "Pamela, no!" Arabella cried. It tore from her as she hurriedly followed her daughter. With all the worry they'd shared over Edmund, it had never occurred to her that Pamela might willfully place herself in a near-equivalent danger.... -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: /pipermail/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc/attachments/20050210/6773c2d8/attachment.htm From dorothea at textartisan.com Thu Feb 10 14:02:41 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Thu Feb 10 14:05:25 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <021020051427.4974.420B6F45000A7D860000136E22058844849C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> References: <021020051427.4974.420B6F45000A7D860000136E22058844849C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> Message-ID: <420BAFD1.2040909@textartisan.com> > "Pamela, no!" Arabella cried. It tore from her as she hurriedly > followed her daughter. With all the worry they'd shared over Edmund, > it had never occurred to her that Pamela might willfully place > herself in a near-equivalent danger.... The cry brought Pamela to a sudden halt; she had to grab the bannister to keep from falling head-over-heels down the remaining stairs. She pushed herself upright. "Mum?" she called, at the unmistakable sound of her mother's descent. "Mum, go back. Stay upstairs. I'll be fine; you just go back." From Nowsounds at comcast.net Thu Feb 10 19:20:42 2005 From: Nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds) Date: Thu Feb 10 19:20:45 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <021020051427.4974.420B6F45000A7D860000136E22058844849C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> <420BAFD1.2040909@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <004c01c50fcf$85dac0c0$6401a8c0@Barbara> >> "Pamela, no!" Arabella cried. It tore from her as she hurriedly >> followed her daughter. With all the worry they'd shared over Edmund, >> it had never occurred to her that Pamela might willfully place >> herself in a near-equivalent danger.... > > The cry brought Pamela to a sudden halt; she had to grab the bannister to > keep from falling head-over-heels down the remaining stairs. She pushed > herself upright. "Mum?" she called, at the unmistakable sound of her > mother's descent. "Mum, go back. Stay upstairs. I'll be fine; you just go > back." "Let them handle it... let Michael, let the authorities. It's been so dreadful tonight... Mrs. Evans... all of it. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you. That would be the last straw, Pamela." From dorothea at textartisan.com Thu Feb 10 20:41:16 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Thu Feb 10 20:43:56 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <004c01c50fcf$85dac0c0$6401a8c0@Barbara> References: <021020051427.4974.420B6F45000A7D860000136E22058844849C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> <420BAFD1.2040909@textartisan.com> <004c01c50fcf$85dac0c0$6401a8c0@Barbara> Message-ID: <420C0D3C.2090106@textartisan.com> > "Let them handle it... let Michael, let the authorities. It's been so > dreadful tonight... Mrs. Evans... all of it. I couldn't bear it if > anything happened to you. That would be the last straw, Pamela." Michael's shots overwhelmed Arabella's last few words, but Pamela knew her mother well, and guessed correctly what she had said. "Mum," she said, trying to keep the shakes out of her voice, "all *they* know how to do is hurt and kill. I have to go out and help; it's my *job*. Please let me. Please let me go, Mum." From Nowsounds at comcast.net Thu Feb 10 20:50:24 2005 From: Nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds) Date: Thu Feb 10 20:50:21 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <021020051427.4974.420B6F45000A7D860000136E22058844849C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> <420BAFD1.2040909@textartisan.com><004c01c50fcf$85dac0c0$6401a8c0@Barbara> <420C0D3C.2090106@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <001601c50fdc$0df41950$6401a8c0@Barbara> >> "Let them handle it... let Michael, let the authorities. It's been so >> dreadful tonight... Mrs. Evans... all of it. I couldn't bear it if >> anything happened to you. That would be the last straw, Pamela." > > Michael's shots overwhelmed Arabella's last few words, but Pamela knew her > mother well, and guessed correctly what she had said. "Mum," she said, > trying to keep the shakes out of her voice, "all *they* know how to do is > hurt and kill. I have to go out and help; it's my *job*. Please let me. > Please let me go, Mum." Arabella winced slightly at the characterization of Michael as one of those who only know how to 'hurt and kill'. But after a moment she said quietly, "Well... you really have become a woman, haven't you? And quite a woman. Just... be careful, darling. Promise me..." From dorothea at textartisan.com Thu Feb 10 21:05:00 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Thu Feb 10 21:07:42 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <001601c50fdc$0df41950$6401a8c0@Barbara> References: <021020051427.4974.420B6F45000A7D860000136E22058844849C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> <420BAFD1.2040909@textartisan.com><004c01c50fcf$85dac0c0$6401a8c0@Barbara> <420C0D3C.2090106@textartisan.com> <001601c50fdc$0df41950$6401a8c0@Barbara> Message-ID: <420C12CC.6040108@textartisan.com> > Arabella winced slightly at the characterization of Michael as one of > those who only know how to 'hurt and kill'. But after a moment she said > quietly, "Well... you really have become a woman, haven't you? And quite > a woman. Just... be careful, darling. Promise me..." "Of course, Mum. I promise. I'll stay behind the Group Commander until the worst is over." Freed, Pamela resumed her helter-skelter rush down the stairs to the building's front door. As she neared it, the rush of December air reminded her forcefully that she'd forgotten her wrap -- but what could she do but keep going? From Nowsounds at comcast.net Thu Feb 10 21:23:07 2005 From: Nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds) Date: Thu Feb 10 21:23:06 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <021020051427.4974.420B6F45000A7D860000136E22058844849C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> <420BAFD1.2040909@textartisan.com><004c01c50fcf$85dac0c0$6401a8c0@Barbara> <420C0D3C.2090106@textartisan.com><001601c50fdc$0df41950$6401a8c0@Barbara> <420C12CC.6040108@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <002d01c50fe0$a0813380$6401a8c0@Barbara> >> Arabella winced slightly at the characterization of Michael as one of >> those who only know how to 'hurt and kill'. But after a moment she said >> quietly, "Well... you really have become a woman, haven't you? And quite >> a woman. Just... be careful, darling. Promise me..." > > "Of course, Mum. I promise. I'll stay behind the Group Commander until the > worst is over." Freed, Pamela resumed her helter-skelter rush down the > stairs to the building's front door. As she neared it, the rush of > December air reminded her forcefully that she'd forgotten her wrap -- > but what could she do but keep going? Arabella watched her go. "Watch out for my little girl," she prayed... "for Michael... for all of them." Then she turned and went back up to the flat where the others waited. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sun Feb 13 15:42:52 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sun Feb 13 15:42:50 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <3b089f7c05021004286fb4e661@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <000c01c5120c$99c18030$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > On the street, Michael didn't hesitate. *Crack*, *crack*, > *crack* three shots rang out. He would've aimed low, hoping > to just wound him like in those American movies, but the > Blitz's rubble obscured too much of the pilot. Center mass, > just like they taught in training, in the Great War. The first shot hit Philip in the shoulder, hard; it didn't drop him immediately, but it knocked his left side forward so he was starting to spin as the second bullet hit him squarely in the back. The third bullet missed, but only because Philip had already begun to drop to the rubble-strewn pavement; it struck a building opposite and caromed harmlessly into the pavement. > As soon as the third shot left the pistol, the Group > Commander was running again, the pistol still in hand. When he arrived, Philip was down. The blood was bright red, most of it; probably a lung wound, then. Philip was gasping for breath with no apparent success, and his eyes settled on Michael's after a few moments. There was no anger in the eyes, no hatred, just confusion and regret. Philip took a deep breath, in obvious pain, and tried to say something, but instead he simply died. From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Sun Feb 13 17:50:41 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Sun Feb 13 17:50:47 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <000c01c5120c$99c18030$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <3b089f7c05021004286fb4e661@mail.gmail.com> <000c01c5120c$99c18030$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <3b089f7c05021314505e865993@mail.gmail.com> > > As soon as the third shot left the pistol, the Group > > Commander was running again, the pistol still in hand. > > When he arrived, Philip was down. The blood was bright red, most of it; > probably a lung wound, then. Philip was gasping for breath with no apparent > success, and his eyes settled on Michael's after a few moments. There was no > anger in the eyes, no hatred, just confusion and regret. > > Philip took a deep breath, in obvious pain, and tried to say something, but > instead he simply died. "Bloody hell," Michael spat on the rubble. He dropped to his knees next to the body and closed the pilot's eyes. He whispered a prayer as his own eyes began to tear. "We're even Skeffers. One got away, this one didn't. A null game," he said to no one in particular. He holstered his pistol out of sheer reflex and watched the red stain slowly darken more and more of Powell's uniform. It was different watching a plane billow with smoke and fire as it fell from the sky, a result of your weapons. There was a detachment that Michael just couldn't find here. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Feb 13 19:06:07 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Feb 13 19:06:43 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <3b089f7c05021004286fb4e661@mail.gmail.com><000c01c5120c$99c18030$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <3b089f7c05021314505e865993@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <009c01c51228$fb7cd060$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > As soon as the third shot left the pistol, the Group >> > Commander was running again, the pistol still in hand. >> >> When he arrived, Philip was down. The blood was bright red, most of it; >> probably a lung wound, then. Philip was gasping for breath with no >> apparent >> success, and his eyes settled on Michael's after a few moments. There was >> no >> anger in the eyes, no hatred, just confusion and regret. >> >> Philip took a deep breath, in obvious pain, and tried to say something, >> but >> instead he simply died. > > "Bloody hell," Michael spat on the rubble. He dropped to his knees > next to the body and closed the pilot's eyes. He whispered a prayer as > his own eyes began to tear. > > "We're even Skeffers. One got away, this one didn't. A null game," he > said to no one in particular. He holstered his pistol out of sheer > reflex and watched the red stain slowly darken more and more of > Powell's uniform. It was different watching a plane billow with smoke > and fire as it fell from the sky, a result of your weapons. There was > a detachment that Michael just couldn't find here. > Oswald moved forward, his hand resting on the other man's shoulder. "You did what had to be done, Warren," he said, using the other's true name at last. "If he had survived ... well, what he had to look forward to wouldn't have been very pleasant. This might be the way he preferred. There's a lot of death around us - some glorious, and some messy, and squalid. What you've done ... you've saved him one of the worst kinds. Just as you saved Dr Marsden seven years ago. That time - she lived to thank you. This time ... I believe he would have thanked you too." He let his hand rest a moment longer, and then turned to Inspector Gideon. "We'd better go back upstairs," he said. "There's a man we believe to be dying - and something else you should see too." "Coming?" he asked Michael. (OOC - who is at the bottom of the stairs?) From dorothea at textartisan.com Sun Feb 13 19:23:27 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Sun Feb 13 19:26:15 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <009c01c51228$fb7cd060$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <3b089f7c05021004286fb4e661@mail.gmail.com><000c01c5120c$99c18030$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <3b089f7c05021314505e865993@mail.gmail.com> <009c01c51228$fb7cd060$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <420FEF7F.7090609@textartisan.com> > He let his hand rest a moment longer, and then turned to Inspector Gideon. > > "We'd better go back upstairs," he said. "There's a man we believe to > be dying - and something else you should see too." > > "Coming?" he asked Michael. A little way outside the door to Mortmain Mansions stood Pamela and a soldier. "... Hutchinson, Women's Auxiliary Air Force and a trained nurse," they heard her say, as crisply as she could through lips beginning to numb from cold. "I heard the shots, we all did; I can help, if you will only let me through, sir!" From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Sun Feb 13 21:25:22 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Sun Feb 13 21:25:30 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <420FEF7F.7090609@textartisan.com> References: <3b089f7c05021004286fb4e661@mail.gmail.com> <000c01c5120c$99c18030$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <3b089f7c05021314505e865993@mail.gmail.com> <009c01c51228$fb7cd060$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <420FEF7F.7090609@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <3b089f7c0502131825738bfad9@mail.gmail.com> > > He let his hand rest a moment longer, and then turned to Inspector Gideon. > > > > "We'd better go back upstairs," he said. "There's a man we believe to > > be dying - and something else you should see too." > > > > "Coming?" he asked Michael. He nodded. Words didn't seem right in Michael's mouth, they tasted of ash. On some intellectual level he agreed with Oswald. Powell wanted this, but why hadn't Michael been able to find another way. He followed his superior quietly back to the flats. > A little way outside the door to Mortmain Mansions stood Pamela and a > soldier. "... Hutchinson, Women's Auxiliary Air Force and a trained > nurse," they heard her say, as crisply as she could through lips > beginning to numb from cold. "I heard the shots, we all did; I can help, > if you will only let me through, sir!" "It's too late Pamela," Michael said. "Let's go back inside. Please?" The UXB were still working that bomb and there was no way that Michael could deal with any more death tonight. He was embarressed, but put on the military man's face of disinterest. He took her arm, gently but firmly and began to lead her back toward the flats. "There's something I need to talk to your mother about, and maybe you should be there." From dorothea at textartisan.com Sun Feb 13 22:26:11 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Sun Feb 13 22:28:53 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <3b089f7c0502131825738bfad9@mail.gmail.com> References: <3b089f7c05021004286fb4e661@mail.gmail.com> <000c01c5120c$99c18030$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <3b089f7c05021314505e865993@mail.gmail.com> <009c01c51228$fb7cd060$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <420FEF7F.7090609@textartisan.com> <3b089f7c0502131825738bfad9@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <42101A53.7010708@textartisan.com> > "It's too late Pamela," Michael said. "Let's go back inside. Please?" > The UXB were still working that bomb and there was no way that Michael > could deal with any more death tonight. He was embarressed, but put on > the military man's face of disinterest. He took her arm, gently but > firmly and began to lead her back toward the flats. > > "There's something I need to talk to your mother about, and maybe you > should be there." Pamela went with him without resistance, shivering in her silk gown and wholly inadequate (if jaunty) fur-trimmed jacket. As they reached the bottom of the stairs she whispered "God rest him," thinking that for all her honest concern the soldiers and the Group-Commander had been kinder to Philip Powell than she. "I wish you *would* speak to Mum, sir," she said when she could manage it. "She's had a wretched night, and a word from you would be a great comfort, I'm sure." She reached a landing and paused to breathe a moment. "I've my work to tend to, sir, unless it's *very* important. I'm sure you won't say anything at all unsuitable." Plebeian words, plainly spoken; but her cold hand found his on her arm and held it a moment, not at all unkindly.