From rmpruehs at cac.net Sat Jan 1 01:44:50 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Sat Jan 1 01:48:38 2005 Subject: [MaC] Separations: The Group in Vangie's flat (revised) In-Reply-To: <00e001c4ef83$081ed890$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh> References: <00bf01c4ef37$581816f0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <00e001c4ef83$081ed890$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050101014428.03f018c0@mail.cac.net> At 04:52 PM 12/31/2004, you wrote: > > In fact, the American was able to overtake Philip, and hurry > > down faster. > > > > Lucinda came hurrying down, nearly bumping in to Richard. As > > she addressed him, her voice echoed up and down the lift shaft > > (and could thus be heard by people who might have come to the > > door of the flats). > > > > "Please ... stop him. I think he overheard ... Miss Diamond > > was ... was ill." > >Philip made his best speed downstairs, and planted himself between the lift >door and the apartment block's front door, a grim expression on his face. > >Richard looked back at the flat where the ladies were stored, and then at >Lucinda... "Right-- You should go in with them. I don't think any of us >should be alone." He then left her, trying to hear where Mr. Fitzroy had >gone... In the flat, Vangie had gone to make more tea. She had a feeling it was going to be needed. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 04:43:21 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 04:43:26 2005 Subject: [MaC] Seperated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges References: <1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com> Message-ID: <005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> "Now that's curious. Rude, even for an American." Hodges commented. He picked up his own 'file' and opened it. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Hodges! Rudeness is not a feature of any one nationality- even mine!" Nicola snapped as she reached in and pulled her own pile of papers out. She began to leaf through the papers. "I should say, present company excepted, Miss Douglas." Hodges stried to smile apologetically, and coughed obviously embarassed by his faux pas. The files appeared to contain details of all their comings and goings, their regular daily routines, they thinks they said and did and - rather more alarming - some of Braham's reflections on it all. (OOC - I'll leave Tara to add a few more pertinent details from your individual files if she wishes!) They next moved on to Marion Mauberley's flat. The journalist's home was neat and tidy, although the dining room had been converted to a study. Wall charts were in evidence, including what appeared to be a timeline and diary combined, marked with various dates and information from 1938 onwards. This cross referenced to several diaries oon the desk beneath, it appeared, which in themselves contained intriguing information, such as from 1938: "Int Moseley Thurs." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 04:55:14 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 04:55:21 2005 Subject: [MaC] Examining the body - back to the Fitzroys References: <20050101000145.61672.qmail@web60805.mail.yahoo.com> <41D5FB31.6020506@elfworks.com><41D604CD.7040400@textartisan.com> <41D6196B.6040705@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <006301c4efe7$fdf14d70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>> Then she gave Pamela a curious look. "So... Miss Diamond >>> was going to die anyway? That means... if someone did >>> kill her they probably didn't know that, right?" >> >> >> "Maybe not," Pamela sighed. "But maybe -- oh, this is really *too* >> awful -- maybe she wasn't going to die soon enough for someone." > > Marjorie looked disturbed at the thought. > "Um... so... she was strangled? That's what killed her?" > At this point, they were disturbed by the lift returning to the upper floor, under Michael and Hodges' directions, and shortly afterwards by the arrival of Marty Fitzroy, Oswald and Lucinda Skeffington-Nottle, James Drake, Philip Powell, Braham Davis and Nicola Douglas - all of whom joined them in the Beamans' flat - although Michael and Hodges rapidly departed to resume their search of the flats with Nicola Douglas. Braham Davis went back down to the donstairs entrance to guard that until the police should arrive (OOC - anyone going with him?). From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 05:04:49 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 05:04:52 2005 Subject: [MaC] Important: Who Is Where Message-ID: <006901c4efe9$5476d970$0202a8c0@Behemoth> This is where I make all the characters to be, currently. If your character has moved or wishes to move, let me know. Ground floor, guarding the door: Brahaam Davis (someone should really have joined him) Searching the flats: Michael, Hodges, Nicola First floor: No-one - all flats searched Second floor - Flat 7: (Skeffington-Nottles'): Anton Barowenki and Marion Mauberley All flats searched Third floor: No-one - all flats searched Fourth floor: Flat 13: (Vangie Evans): Vangie, Esme, Arabella, Cyril Fifth Floor: Flat 17: (Anton Barowenski): Nola Diamond's body Flat 19: (Beamans'): Oswald and Lucinda Skeffington-Nottle, Marty Fitzroy, Florence Beaman, Warren Worthington, Philip Powell, James Drake, Pamela Hutchinson, Marjorie Higgins, Tabitha Rosen From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 07:15:20 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 07:15:31 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy Message-ID: <007d01c4effb$90b33570$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Many of the residents were now gathered in the Beamans' lounge. "Right," said Oswald, who had refused Mrs Beaman's offer of tea, but who had taken several nips of scotch from his hip flask. "What happened?" Marty Fitzroy, still in his overcoat and sitting on the sofa, was sullenly silent. "We've discovered that Nola had an abortion," said Lucinda quietly. "Mrs Rosen spotted it - Lady Pamela and Miss Higgins were both rather upset. Mr Fitzroy ... he guessed what we had found out, I think, and dashed out." (OOC - any reaction to what Lucinda says?) Marty glowered up at her. "I don't dash," he said flatly. "I remembered an urgent appointment - that's all!" "With someone you procured an abortion from?" asked Lucinda. "For Miss Diamond?" Marty glared back at her. "I didn't do that," he said. "Not that I'd have let the silly little tart ruin her career. She'd had offers ... she could have been someone ... " "She was someone," said Oswald quietly, "but she's not any more." (OOC - anyone want to ask Marty more questions? It seems he knows ... something) From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 07:18:03 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 07:18:22 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme References: <007d01c4effb$90b33570$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <008101c4effb$f176eff0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Back in Vangie's flat, Esme Fitzroy was pressed tight into the corner of the sofa, twisting a handkerchief over and over in her nervous hands. When Vangie offered her a cup of tea, she started as though she expected it contained poison. (OOC - anyone want to ask her anything?) From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Sat Jan 1 07:41:37 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Sat Jan 1 07:43:53 2005 Subject: [MaC] Richard: Wandering (to the Skeffington-Nottles' Flat) Message-ID: <01bd01c4efff$3c1ed8d0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh> The commotion from upstairs had died, and Richard found himself wandering about the hallways of the building, listening for any sounds of escape. All he heard was the soft patter of conversation. He sighed, then thought a moment... With the Skeffington-Nottles taking charge, most likely they would have taken Mr. Fitzroy there. He straightened his jacket, thinking on a bit of gossip he had picked up some time ago, and made his way to the detectives' flat, and gave the door a crisp knock. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Sat Jan 1 09:34:33 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Sat Jan 1 09:34:37 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme In-Reply-To: <008101c4effb$f176eff0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050101143434.71003.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > Back in Vangie's flat, Esme Fitzroy was pressed tight into the corner > of the > sofa, twisting a handkerchief over and over in her nervous hands. > When > Vangie offered her a cup of tea, she started as though she expected > it > contained poison. Cyril glanced out the door, torn between following the commotion back upstairs or staying to help Esme. He worried increasingly about Florence, but Esme appeared to know something about what was happening here. He ventured a question to his distraught neighbor. "Esme, dear," he asked gently, "what do you know? How did you know about Nola's ...condition." __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Read only the mail you want - Yahoo! Mail SpamGuard. http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail From jvstin at mindspring.com Sat Jan 1 10:57:55 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Sat Jan 1 10:58:04 2005 Subject: [MaC] Seperated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com> <005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com> on 1/1/2005 3:43 AM Mel Mason said the following: > > "Now that's curious. Rude, even for an American." Hodges commented. He > picked up his own 'file' and opened it. > > "I beg your pardon, Mr. Hodges! Rudeness is not a feature of any one > nationality- even mine!" Nicola snapped as she reached in and pulled her > own pile of papers out. She began to leaf through the papers. > > "I should say, present company excepted, Miss Douglas." Hodges stried > to smile apologetically, and coughed obviously embarassed by his faux pas. > > The files appeared to contain details of all their comings and goings, > their regular daily routines, they thinks they said and did and - rather > more alarming - some of Braham's reflections on it all. James picked up his own folder, opened it, and spent a few moments, leafing through the contents. His face didn't betray anything, but he pointedly put down the folder without looking at it again, as if he expected it to be a gorgon of some sort. > > (OOC - I'll leave Tara to add a few more pertinent details from your > individual files if she wishes!) > > They next moved on to Marion Mauberley's flat. The journalist's home > was neat and tidy, although the dining room had been converted to a > study. Wall charts were in evidence, including what appeared to be a > timeline and diary combined, marked with various dates and information > from 1938 onwards. This cross referenced to several diaries oon the > desk beneath, it appeared, which in themselves contained intriguing > information, such as from 1938: "Int Moseley Thurs." > "Interview?" James ventured, aloud. From dorothea at textartisan.com Sat Jan 1 11:10:50 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Sat Jan 1 11:12:54 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <007d01c4effb$90b33570$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <007d01c4effb$90b33570$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41D6CB8A.4070607@textartisan.com> Mel Mason wrote: > "We've discovered that Nola had an abortion," said Lucinda quietly. > "Mrs Rosen spotted it - Lady Pamela and Miss Higgins were both rather > upset. Mr Fitzroy ... he guessed what we had found out, I think, and > dashed out." Pamela's cheeks acquired a faint reddish tinge, but she said nothing. She took back her kit-bag from Warren Worthington and occupied herself putting it in order. > Marty glowered up at her. > > "I don't dash," he said flatly. "I remembered an urgent appointment - > that's all!" > > "With someone you procured an abortion from?" asked Lucinda. "For Miss > Diamond?" > > Marty glared back at her. "I didn't do that," he said. "Not that I'd > have let the silly little tart ruin her career. She'd had offers ... > she could have been someone ... " > > "She was someone," said Oswald quietly, "but she's not any more." "Did you get her the morphine, Mr. Fitzroy?" Pamela asked, not looking up from the open bag in her lap. "From where?" Military materiel did go missing in wartime. Pamela didn't grudge poor Nola Diamond some relief from her pain -- but if there was a leak, she had a duty to report it. From margdean at erols.com Sat Jan 1 12:11:05 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Sat Jan 1 12:13:05 2005 Subject: [MaC] Seperated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges References: <1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com> <005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41D6D9A9.E3D426ED@erols.com> [OOC: Making a change here and there] Mel Mason wrote: > > "Now that's curious. Rude, even for an American." Hodges commented. He > picked up his own 'file' and opened it. > > "I beg your pardon, Mr. Hodges! Rudeness is not a feature of any one > nationality- even mine!" Nicola snapped as she reached in and pulled her own > pile of papers out. She began to leaf through the papers. > > "I should say, present company excepted, Miss Douglas." Hodges stried to > smile apologetically, and coughed obviously embarassed by his faux pas. > > The files appeared to contain details of all their comings and goings, their > regular daily routines, they thinks they said and did and - rather more > alarming - some of Braham's reflections on it all. > > (OOC - I'll leave Tara to add a few more pertinent details from your > individual files if she wishes!) > > They next moved on to Marion Mauberley's flat. The journalist's home was > neat and tidy, although the smaller bedroom > had been converted to a study. A typewriter sat on the desk, which was an unholy mess of paper. One of the lower desk drawers was locked. > Wall charts were in evidence, including what appeared to be a timeline and > diary combined, marked with various dates and information from 1938 onwards. > This cross referenced to several diaries on the desk beneath, it appeared, > which in themselves contained intriguing information, such as from 1938: > "Int Moseley Thurs." --Margaret Dean From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 13:17:54 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 13:17:56 2005 Subject: [MaC] Richard: Wandering (to the Skeffington-Nottles' Flat) References: <01bd01c4efff$3c1ed8d0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh> Message-ID: <00d701c4f02e$36e621f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > The commotion from upstairs had died, and Richard found himself wandering > about the hallways of the building, listening for any sounds of escape. > All > he heard was the soft patter of conversation. > > He sighed, then thought a moment... With the Skeffington-Nottles taking > charge, most likely they would have taken Mr. Fitzroy there. He > straightened > his jacket, thinking on a bit of gossip he had picked up some time ago, > and > made his way to the detectives' flat, and gave the door a crisp knock. > There was a pause and then Anton Barowenski opened the door. He seemed pale but composed compared with earlier. "Yes?" he said to Richard. "What has happened?" From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 13:19:27 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 13:19:31 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme References: <20050101143434.71003.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Back in Vangie's flat, Esme Fitzroy was pressed tight into the corner >> of the >> sofa, twisting a handkerchief over and over in her nervous hands. >> When >> Vangie offered her a cup of tea, she started as though she expected >> it >> contained poison. > > Cyril glanced out the door, torn between following the commotion back > upstairs or staying to help Esme. He worried increasingly about > Florence, but Esme appeared to know something about what was happening > here. He ventured a question to his distraught neighbor. "Esme, > dear," he asked gently, "what do you know? How did you know about > Nola's ...condition." > Esme gave a little gulp. "I ... I ... knew ... She told me that it was a friend of hers. She wanted to know ... But I couldn't help her! Of course I couldn't! How would I know anything about that?" From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 13:47:28 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 13:47:59 2005 Subject: [MaC] Seperated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges References: <1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com> Message-ID: <00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> "Now that's curious. Rude, even for an American." Hodges commented. He >> picked up his own 'file' and opened it. >> >> "I beg your pardon, Mr. Hodges! Rudeness is not a feature of any one >> nationality- even mine!" Nicola snapped as she reached in and pulled her >> own pile of papers out. She began to leaf through the papers. >> >> "I should say, present company excepted, Miss Douglas." Hodges stried to >> smile apologetically, and coughed obviously embarassed by his faux pas. >> >> The files appeared to contain details of all their comings and goings, >> their regular daily routines, they thinks they said and did and - rather >> more alarming - some of Braham's reflections on it all. > > James picked up his own folder, opened it, and spent a few moments, > leafing through the contents. His face didn't betray anything, but he > pointedly put down the folder without looking at it again, as if he > expected it to be a gorgon of some sort. >> >> (OOC - I'll leave Tara to add a few more pertinent details from your >> individual files if she wishes!) >> >> They next moved on to Marion Mauberley's flat. The journalist's home was >> neat and tidy, although the dining room had been converted to a study. >> Wall charts were in evidence, including what appeared to be a timeline >> and diary combined, marked with various dates and information from 1938 >> onwards. This cross referenced to several diaries oon the desk beneath, >> it appeared, which in themselves contained intriguing information, such >> as from 1938: "Int Moseley Thurs." >> > > "Interview?" James ventured, aloud. > (OOC - no problem here - but has James joined this group?) They moved on to the next floor, where there was an unoccupied flat again (the Bonar-Laws, and it was in a similar state to the Carter-Rucks). Then they visited Tabitha's. On Tabitha's desk in the lounge there were two piles of letters; one pile is from her son, the other, considerably smaller pile from her husband. One of the letters from her husband was lying open on her desk and the ink was smudged in one or two places from Tabitha crying on it. Poking out from under this letter was one Tabitha had begun to write to her son -- but she's only got as far as writing "Liebster Karl". There was also a rather sharp letter opener. There was a menorah on the table in the lounge, with candle stubs in all nine holders, even though Chanukah ended over a week ago. In the first bedroom there was a small rocking horse and a few other children's toys, as well as a bed. In the second, Tabitha's room, her nursing uniform had been thrown on the floor most untidily. The photograph of her family was on the bed, and there was a violin with a string missing standing against the wall in a corner of the room. There was also a shelf with a few books in English, German and Russian, but all the books were by Russian authors. >From here they moved to Nicola's flat. The first theing they were aware of was an extraordinarily yappy dog by the moniker of Mr.Bob who did his best to drown out any conversation had by anybody in the flat until Nicola hurriedly locked him in the pantry. After that, his barking was at least muffled. It appeared that Nicola's maid had been given the evening off. Assorted shopping bags and clothes with pricetags still attached lying helter-skelter around the flat, and several full bottles of good-quality brandy were to be found in the kitchen. In the lounge, close to the piano (a rather smaller one than Anton Barowenski's - a baby grand, in fact) there was sheet music to approximately twenty songs. The one lying on top of all the others was "Frankie and Johnny." Hodges and Michael were able to see into her bedroom while she was locking Mr Bob away. There was an open jewelry box on her dresser with gobs of jade jewelry and a silver locket with a picture of two older people inside, as well as a picture of Nicola on the arm of a shady-looking man a high-society party in New York. Her diary was open to the last entry (Dec. 23, 1940). The entry read as follows: "I must find him as quickly as I possibly can. I fear the consequences to be dire if I don't." Before they could read any further, Nicola came back into the room and hastily closed the diary. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 13:51:43 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 13:51:45 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <007d01c4effb$90b33570$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6CB8A.4070607@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <00e901c4f032$efbf28d0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> "We've discovered that Nola had an abortion," said Lucinda quietly. >> "Mrs Rosen spotted it - Lady Pamela and Miss Higgins were both rather >> upset. Mr Fitzroy ... he guessed what we had found out, I think, and >> dashed out." > > Pamela's cheeks acquired a faint reddish tinge, but she said nothing. She > took back her kit-bag from Warren Worthington and occupied herself putting > it in order. > >> Marty glowered up at her. "I don't dash," he said flatly. "I remembered >> an urgent appointment - that's all!" >> >> "With someone you procured an abortion from?" asked Lucinda. "For Miss >> Diamond?" >> >> Marty glared back at her. "I didn't do that," he said. "Not that I'd >> have let the silly little tart ruin her career. She'd had offers ... she >> could have been someone ... " >> >> "She was someone," said Oswald quietly, "but she's not any more." > > "Did you get her the morphine, Mr. Fitzroy?" Pamela asked, not looking up > from the open bag in her lap. "From where?" Military materiel did go > missing in wartime. Pamela didn't grudge poor Nola Diamond some relief > from her pain -- but if there was a leak, she had a duty to report it. > "No I didn't!" said Marty. "Filthy stuff - I don't jhold with it. Women should keep themselves pure for their menfolk, not mess up their insides with a load of junk. That's the trouble with women today ... messing themselves up, thinking they can act like men, instead of concentrating on being womanly women." "Like they do in Germany?" asked Oswald drily. "Kinder, Kuche und Kirche and all that, eh?" Florence returned with another tray of tea at this point. She did seem able to lay her hands on an inexhaustibvle supply of tea ... and sugar. From dorothea at textartisan.com Sat Jan 1 14:01:05 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Sat Jan 1 14:03:08 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <00e901c4f032$efbf28d0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <007d01c4effb$90b33570$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6CB8A.4070607@textartisan.com> <00e901c4f032$efbf28d0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41D6F371.9090004@textartisan.com> > "No I didn't!" said Marty. "Filthy stuff - I don't hold with it. > Women should keep themselves pure for their menfolk, not mess up their > insides with a load of junk. That's the trouble with women today ... > messing themselves up, thinking they can act like men, instead of > concentrating on being womanly women." > > "Like they do in Germany?" asked Oswald drily. "Kinder, Kuche und > Kirche and all that, eh?" > > Florence returned with another tray of tea at this point. She did seem > able to lay her hands on an inexhaustibvle supply of tea ... and sugar. "Thank you, Mrs. Beaman," Pamela said as she accepted a cup in perfectly steady hands. Then she spoke again to Marty Fitzroy, as sedately as ever. "By all appearances, Mr. Fitzroy, if the gentlemen and ladies present will forgive me the impropriety, it's *you* who messed up poor Miss Diamond's insides with a load of junk." From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Sat Jan 1 14:29:29 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Sat Jan 1 14:29:42 2005 Subject: [MaC] Richard: Wandering (to the Skeffington-Nottles' Flat) References: <01bd01c4efff$3c1ed8d0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh> <00d701c4f02e$36e621f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <001d01c4f038$3a1c3b20$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh> There was a pause and then Anton Barowenski opened the door. He seemed pale but composed compared with earlier. "Yes?" he said to Richard. "What has happened?" "Oh..." It was hard to tell at first whether Richard was disappointed, or relieved. He motioned behind him. "Mister Fitzroy was trying to escape, and we were running him down. I think I'd make a sore man at arms, getting lost in my own building. I thought they might have brought him back here. "Anything new down here?" From nowsounds at comcast.net Sat Jan 1 14:33:45 2005 From: nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds) Date: Sat Jan 1 14:33:54 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme References: <20050101143434.71003.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <007f01c4f038$cf2e2840$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> > > Esme gave a little gulp. > > "I ... I ... knew ... She told me that it was a friend of hers. She > wanted to know ... But I couldn't help her! Of course I couldn't! How > would I know anything about that?" Arabella nodded slightly. She, for one, would have been hard pressed to find such 'help' had she been approached. Some women knew where to obtain the necessary expertise, of course, or these things would not happen. Esme's words also reinforced her original thoughts that someone else had been involved with the poor girl - for really, if Marty Fitzroy had gotten Nola Diamond in her condition, would she have turned for help to Fitzroy's wife? "Mrs. Fitzroy," she asked, "you seemed anxious long before the tragedy occurred. What has been upsetting you so?" From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Sat Jan 1 14:40:29 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Sat Jan 1 14:40:33 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme In-Reply-To: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > >> Back in Vangie's flat, Esme Fitzroy was pressed tight into the > corner > >> of the > >> sofa, twisting a handkerchief over and over in her nervous hands. > >> When > >> Vangie offered her a cup of tea, she started as though she > expected > >> it > >> contained poison. > > > > Cyril glanced out the door, torn between following the commotion > back > > upstairs or staying to help Esme. He worried increasingly about > > Florence, but Esme appeared to know something about what was > happening > > here. He ventured a question to his distraught neighbor. "Esme, > > dear," he asked gently, "what do you know? How did you know about > > Nola's ...condition." > > > > Esme gave a little gulp. > > "I ... I ... knew ... She told me that it was a friend of hers. She > wanted > to know ... But I couldn't help her! Of course I couldn't! How > would I > know anything about that?" "Of course, you couldn't," Cyril answered cautiously, since he had no clue what she was talking about. He glanced at Vangie and Arabella to see if this made any more sense to a woman than it did to him. He also glanced nervously at the door, as it sounded as if the crowd upstairs might be in the vicinity of his own flat. > > > > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Jazz up your holiday email with celebrity designs. Learn more. http://celebrity.mail.yahoo.com From rmpruehs at cac.net Sat Jan 1 14:50:55 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Sat Jan 1 14:51:22 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme In-Reply-To: <20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net> At 02:40 PM 1/1/2005, you wrote: >--- Mel Mason wrote: > > > >> Back in Vangie's flat, Esme Fitzroy was pressed tight into the > > corner > > >> of the > > >> sofa, twisting a handkerchief over and over in her nervous hands. > > >> When > > >> Vangie offered her a cup of tea, she started as though she > > expected > > >> it > > >> contained poison. > > > > > > Cyril glanced out the door, torn between following the commotion > > back > > > upstairs or staying to help Esme. He worried increasingly about > > > Florence, but Esme appeared to know something about what was > > happening > > > here. He ventured a question to his distraught neighbor. "Esme, > > > dear," he asked gently, "what do you know? How did you know about > > > Nola's ...condition." > > > > > > > Esme gave a little gulp. > > > > "I ... I ... knew ... She told me that it was a friend of hers. She > > wanted > > to know ... But I couldn't help her! Of course I couldn't! How > > would I > > know anything about that?" > >"Of course, you couldn't," Cyril answered cautiously, since he had no >clue what she was talking about. He glanced at Vangie and Arabella to >see if this made any more sense to a woman than it did to him. He also >glanced nervously at the door, as it sounded as if the crowd upstairs >might be in the vicinity of his own flat. =Because you always made it a point that you -didn't- know, you didn't hear, you never saw anything,= thought Vangie. > Arabella nodded slightly. She, for one, would have been hard pressed to find such 'help' had she been approached. Some women knew where to obtain the necessary expertise, of course, or these things would not happen. Esme's words also reinforced her original thoughts that someone else had been involved with the poor girl - for really, if Marty Fitzroy had gotten Nola Diamond in her condition, would she have turned for help to Fitzroy's wife? "Mrs. Fitzroy," she asked, "you seemed anxious long before the tragedy occurred. What has been upsetting you so?" From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Sat Jan 1 15:36:35 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Sat Jan 1 15:36:39 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <41D6F371.9090004@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <20050101203635.89075.qmail@web20224.mail.yahoo.com> --- Dorothea Salo wrote: > > "No I didn't!" said Marty. "Filthy stuff - I > don't hold with it. > > Women should keep themselves pure for their > menfolk, not mess up their > > insides with a load of junk. That's the trouble > with women today ... > > messing themselves up, thinking they can act like > men, instead of > > concentrating on being womanly women." > > > > "Like they do in Germany?" asked Oswald drily. > "Kinder, Kuche und > > Kirche and all that, eh?" > > > > Florence returned with another tray of tea at this > point. She did seem > > able to lay her hands on an inexhaustibvle supply > of tea ... and sugar. > > "Thank you, Mrs. Beaman," Pamela said as she > accepted a cup in > perfectly steady hands. Then she spoke again to > Marty Fitzroy, as > sedately as ever. "By all appearances, Mr. Fitzroy, > if the gentlemen and > ladies present will forgive me the impropriety, it's > *you* who messed up > poor Miss Diamond's insides with a load of junk." > > ((OOC: OH, NO, SHE DI'INT!)) __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? 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Mail - Find what you need with new enhanced search. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From jvstin at gmail.com Sat Jan 1 15:48:37 2005 From: jvstin at gmail.com (Jvstin) Date: Sat Jan 1 15:48:39 2005 Subject: [MaC] Important: Who Is Where In-Reply-To: <006901c4efe9$5476d970$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <006901c4efe9$5476d970$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <36e1ae030501011248628e3ac7@mail.gmail.com> On Sat, 1 Jan 2005 10:04:49 -0000, Mel Mason wrote: > This is where I make all the characters to be, currently. > > If your character has moved or wishes to move, let me know. > > Ground floor, guarding the door: Brahaam Davis (someone should really have > joined him) > > Searching the flats: Michael, Hodges, Nicola > > First floor: No-one - all flats searched > > Second floor - Flat 7: (Skeffington-Nottles'): Anton Barowenki and Marion > Mauberley > All flats searched > > Third floor: No-one - all flats searched > > Fourth floor: Flat 13: (Vangie Evans): Vangie, Esme, Arabella, Cyril > > Fifth Floor: > Flat 17: (Anton Barowenski): Nola Diamond's body > Flat 19: (Beamans'): Oswald and Lucinda Skeffington-Nottle, Marty Fitzroy, > Florence Beaman, Warren Worthington, Philip Powell, James Drake, Pamela > Hutchinson, Marjorie Higgins, Tabitha Rosen > Okay, so I was wrong which thread James wound up in? (the hazards of posting early in a day and then not for the rest of the day!_ From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 15:59:32 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 15:59:38 2005 Subject: [MaC] Important: Who Is Where References: <006901c4efe9$5476d970$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <36e1ae030501011248628e3ac7@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <014601c4f044$cb309e60$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Third floor: No-one - all flats searched >> >> Fourth floor: Flat 13: (Vangie Evans): Vangie, Esme, Arabella, Cyril >> >> Fifth Floor: >> Flat 17: (Anton Barowenski): Nola Diamond's body >> Flat 19: (Beamans'): Oswald and Lucinda Skeffington-Nottle, Marty >> Fitzroy, >> Florence Beaman, Warren Worthington, Philip Powell, James Drake, Pamela >> Hutchinson, Marjorie Higgins, Tabitha Rosen >> > > > Okay, so I was wrong which thread James wound up in? (the hazards of > posting early in a day and then not for the rest of the day!_ > Actually, you can go with the searchers if you like. Or join poor Braham on the ground floor ... Or even be with the searchers and - after the discovery of Braham's files ... pop downstairs to have a little word with him. From jvstin at mindspring.com Sat Jan 1 16:05:44 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Sat Jan 1 16:05:53 2005 Subject: [MaC] Important: Who Is Where In-Reply-To: <014601c4f044$cb309e60$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <006901c4efe9$5476d970$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <36e1ae030501011248628e3ac7@mail.gmail.com> <014601c4f044$cb309e60$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41D710A8.2040807@mindspring.com> on 1/1/2005 2:59 PM Mel Mason said the following: >>> Third floor: No-one - all flats searched >>> >>> Fourth floor: Flat 13: (Vangie Evans): Vangie, Esme, Arabella, Cyril >>> >>> Fifth Floor: >>> Flat 17: (Anton Barowenski): Nola Diamond's body >>> Flat 19: (Beamans'): Oswald and Lucinda Skeffington-Nottle, Marty >>> Fitzroy, >>> Florence Beaman, Warren Worthington, Philip Powell, James Drake, Pamela >>> Hutchinson, Marjorie Higgins, Tabitha Rosen >>> >> >> >> Okay, so I was wrong which thread James wound up in? (the hazards of >> posting early in a day and then not for the rest of the day!_ >> > > > Actually, you can go with the searchers if you like. Or join poor > Braham on the ground floor ... > > Or even be with the searchers and - after the discovery of Braham's > files ... pop downstairs to have a little word with him. > Okay, I'll stick with the searchers for the moment, and then after Braham's files...perhaps have a little chat with him. (Does that make sense? My sick-addled brain is unreliable at present ;)) From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 16:15:16 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 16:15:22 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > > Cyril glanced out the door, torn between following the commotion >> > back >> > > upstairs or staying to help Esme. He worried increasingly about >> > > Florence, but Esme appeared to know something about what was >> > happening >> > > here. He ventured a question to his distraught neighbor. "Esme, >> > > dear," he asked gently, "what do you know? How did you know about >> > > Nola's ...condition." >> > > >> > Esme gave a little gulp. >> > >> > "I ... I ... knew ... She told me that it was a friend of hers. She >> > wanted >> > to know ... But I couldn't help her! Of course I couldn't! How >> > would I >> > know anything about that?" >> >>"Of course, you couldn't," Cyril answered cautiously, since he had no >>clue what she was talking about. He glanced at Vangie and Arabella to >>see if this made any more sense to a woman than it did to him. He also >>glanced nervously at the door, as it sounded as if the crowd upstairs >>might be in the vicinity of his own flat. > > =Because you always made it a point that you -didn't- know, you didn't > hear, you never saw anything,= thought Vangie. > > Arabella nodded slightly. She, for one, would have been hard pressed to > find such 'help' had she been approached. Some women knew where to obtain > the necessary expertise, of course, or these things would not happen. > Esme's words also reinforced her original thoughts that someone else had > been involved with the poor girl - for really, if Marty Fitzroy had gotten > Nola Diamond in her condition, would she have turned for help to Fitzroy's > wife? > > "Mrs. Fitzroy," she asked, "you seemed anxious long before the tragedy > occurred. What has been upsetting you so?" > "Nothing," said Esme nervously, twisting her handkerchief even more. "I'm just worried about my sister, that's all, with all this dreadful bombing. She ... she lives in the East End. In Bethnal Green." From jvstin at mindspring.com Sat Jan 1 16:19:15 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Sat Jan 1 16:19:23 2005 Subject: [MaC] Seperated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com> <00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com> on 1/1/2005 12:47 PM Mel Mason said the following: >>> "Now that's curious. Rude, even for an American." Hodges commented. >>> He picked up his own 'file' and opened it. >>> >>> "I beg your pardon, Mr. Hodges! Rudeness is not a feature of any one >>> nationality- even mine!" Nicola snapped as she reached in and pulled >>> her own pile of papers out. She began to leaf through the papers. >>> >>> "I should say, present company excepted, Miss Douglas." Hodges >>> stried to smile apologetically, and coughed obviously embarassed by >>> his faux pas. >>> >>> The files appeared to contain details of all their comings and >>> goings, their regular daily routines, they thinks they said and did >>> and - rather more alarming - some of Braham's reflections on it all. >> >> >> James picked up his own folder, opened it, and spent a few moments, >> leafing through the contents. His face didn't betray anything, but he >> pointedly put down the folder without looking at it again, as if he >> expected it to be a gorgon of some sort. >> >>> >>> (OOC - I'll leave Tara to add a few more pertinent details from your >>> individual files if she wishes!) >>> >>> They next moved on to Marion Mauberley's flat. The journalist's home >>> was neat and tidy, although the dining room had been converted to a >>> study. Wall charts were in evidence, including what appeared to be a >>> timeline and diary combined, marked with various dates and >>> information from 1938 onwards. This cross referenced to several >>> diaries oon the desk beneath, it appeared, which in themselves >>> contained intriguing information, such as from 1938: "Int Moseley >>> Thurs." >>> >> >> "Interview?" James ventured, aloud. >> > > (OOC - no problem here - but has James joined this group?) > > They moved on to the next floor, where there was an unoccupied flat > again (the Bonar-Laws, and it was in a similar state to the > Carter-Rucks). Then they visited Tabitha's. > > On Tabitha's desk in the lounge there were two piles of letters; one > pile is from her son, the other, considerably smaller pile from her > husband. One of the letters from her husband was lying open on her desk > and the ink was smudged in one or two places from Tabitha crying on it. > > Poking out from under this letter was one Tabitha had begun to write to > her son -- but she's only got as far as writing "Liebster Karl". > > There was also a rather sharp letter opener. > > There was a menorah on the table in the lounge, with candle stubs in all > nine holders, even though Chanukah ended over a week ago. > > In the first bedroom there was a small rocking horse and a few other > children's toys, as well as a bed. > > In the second, Tabitha's room, her nursing uniform had been thrown on > the floor most untidily. The photograph of her family was on the bed, > and there was a violin with a string missing standing against the wall > in a corner of the room. There was also a shelf with a few books in > English, German and Russian, but all the books were by Russian authors. > >> From here they moved to Nicola's flat. > > > The first theing they were aware of was an extraordinarily yappy dog by > the moniker of Mr.Bob who did his best to drown out any conversation had > by anybody in the flat until Nicola hurriedly locked him in the pantry. > After that, his barking was at least muffled. > > It appeared that Nicola's maid had been given the evening off. Assorted > shopping bags and clothes with pricetags still attached lying > helter-skelter around the flat, and several full bottles of good-quality > brandy were to be found in the kitchen. > > In the lounge, close to the piano (a rather smaller one than Anton > Barowenski's - a baby grand, in fact) there was sheet music to > approximately twenty songs. The one lying on top of all the others was > "Frankie and Johnny." > > Hodges and Michael were able to see into her bedroom while she was > locking Mr Bob away. There was an open jewelry box on her dresser with > gobs of jade jewelry and a silver locket with a picture of two older > people inside, as well as a picture of Nicola on the arm of a > shady-looking man a high-society party in New York. > > Her diary was open to the last entry (Dec. 23, 1940). The entry read as > follows: "I must find him as quickly as I possibly can. I fear the > consequences to be dire if I don't." Before they could read any further, > Nicola came back into the room and hastily closed the diary. > At this point, James looked thoughtful. He looked at Nicola, and the rest of the searchers. "I think someone needs to talk to Mr. Davies about his files." He looked at the group. "If you will all excuse me." Unless stopped, James headed out of the flat, and downstairs... From veazeyae at gmail.com Sat Jan 1 17:06:53 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Sat Jan 1 17:06:54 2005 Subject: [MaC] Examining the body - back to the Fitzroys In-Reply-To: <006301c4efe7$fdf14d70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <20050101000145.61672.qmail@web60805.mail.yahoo.com> <41D5FB31.6020506@elfworks.com> <41D604CD.7040400@textartisan.com> <41D6196B.6040705@elfworks.com> <006301c4efe7$fdf14d70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: > > Marjorie looked disturbed at the thought. > > "Um... so... she was strangled? That's what killed her?" > > > > At this point, they were disturbed by the lift returning to the upper floor, > under Michael and Hodges' directions, and shortly afterwards by the arrival > of Marty Fitzroy, Oswald and Lucinda Skeffington-Nottle, James Drake, Philip > Powell, Braham Davis and Nicola Douglas - all of whom joined them in the > Beamans' flat - although Michael and Hodges rapidly departed to resume their > search of the flats with Nicola Douglas. Braham Davis went back down to the > donstairs entrance to guard that until the police should arrive (OOC - > anyone going with him?). "It was very... convenient... that the music we heard was on the gramophone," Warren said. "Not very much makes sense, at the moment." From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Sat Jan 1 17:28:33 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Sat Jan 1 17:28:37 2005 Subject: [MaC] Seperated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com> <005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com> <00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <3b089f7c0501011428580f8342@mail.gmail.com> On Sat, 1 Jan 2005 18:47:28 -0000, Mel Mason wrote: > >> "Now that's curious. Rude, even for an American." Hodges commented. He > >> picked up his own 'file' and opened it. > >> > >> "I beg your pardon, Mr. Hodges! Rudeness is not a feature of any one > >> nationality- even mine!" Nicola snapped as she reached in and pulled her > >> own pile of papers out. She began to leaf through the papers. > >> > >> "I should say, present company excepted, Miss Douglas." Hodges stried to > >> smile apologetically, and coughed obviously embarassed by his faux pas. > >> > >> The files appeared to contain details of all their comings and goings, > >> their regular daily routines, they thinks they said and did and - rather > >> more alarming - some of Braham's reflections on it all. > > > > James picked up his own folder, opened it, and spent a few moments, > > leafing through the contents. His face didn't betray anything, but he > > pointedly put down the folder without looking at it again, as if he > > expected it to be a gorgon of some sort. > >> > >> (OOC - I'll leave Tara to add a few more pertinent details from your > >> individual files if she wishes!) > >> > >> They next moved on to Marion Mauberley's flat. The journalist's home was > >> neat and tidy, although the dining room had been converted to a study. > >> Wall charts were in evidence, including what appeared to be a timeline > >> and diary combined, marked with various dates and information from 1938 > >> onwards. This cross referenced to several diaries oon the desk beneath, > >> it appeared, which in themselves contained intriguing information, such > >> as from 1938: "Int Moseley Thurs." > >> > > > > "Interview?" James ventured, aloud. > > > > (OOC - no problem here - but has James joined this group?) > > They moved on to the next floor, where there was an unoccupied flat again > (the Bonar-Laws, and it was in a similar state to the Carter-Rucks). Then > they visited Tabitha's. > > On Tabitha's desk in the lounge there were two piles of letters; one pile is > from her son, the other, considerably smaller pile from her husband. One of > the letters from her husband was lying open on her desk and the ink was > smudged in one or two places from Tabitha crying on it. > > Poking out from under this letter was one Tabitha had begun to write to her > son -- but she's only got as far as writing "Liebster Karl". > > There was also a rather sharp letter opener. > > There was a menorah on the table in the lounge, with candle stubs in all > nine holders, even though Chanukah ended over a week ago. > > In the first bedroom there was a small rocking horse and a few other > children's toys, as well as a bed. > > In the second, Tabitha's room, her nursing uniform had been thrown on the > floor most untidily. The photograph of her family was on the bed, and there > was a violin with a string missing standing against the wall in a corner of > the room. There was also a shelf with a few books in English, German and > Russian, but all the books were by Russian authors. > > >From here they moved to Nicola's flat. > > The first theing they were aware of was an extraordinarily yappy dog by the > moniker of Mr.Bob who did his best to drown out any conversation had by > anybody in the flat until Nicola hurriedly locked him in the pantry. After > that, his barking was at least muffled. > > It appeared that Nicola's maid had been given the evening off. Assorted > shopping bags and clothes with pricetags still attached lying helter-skelter > around the flat, and several full bottles of good-quality brandy were to be > found in the kitchen. > > In the lounge, close to the piano (a rather smaller one than Anton > Barowenski's - a baby grand, in fact) there was sheet music to approximately > twenty songs. The one lying on top of all the others was "Frankie and > Johnny." > > Hodges and Michael were able to see into her bedroom while she was locking > Mr Bob away. There was an open jewelry box on her dresser with gobs of jade > jewelry and a silver locket with a picture of two older people inside, as > well as a picture of Nicola on the arm of a shady-looking man a high-society > party in New York. > > Her diary was open to the last entry (Dec. 23, 1940). The entry read as > follows: "I must find him as quickly as I possibly can. I fear the > consequences to be dire if I don't." Before they could read any further, > Nicola came back into the room and hastily closed the diary. Michael fingered the locket, asking, "Your brother, Nicola?" From veazeyae at gmail.com Sat Jan 1 17:40:01 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Sat Jan 1 17:40:02 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <41D6F371.9090004@textartisan.com> References: <007d01c4effb$90b33570$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6CB8A.4070607@textartisan.com> <00e901c4f032$efbf28d0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6F371.9090004@textartisan.com> Message-ID: On Sat, 01 Jan 2005 13:01:05 -0600, Dorothea Salo wrote: > > "No I didn't!" said Marty. "Filthy stuff - I don't hold with it. > > Women should keep themselves pure for their menfolk, not mess up their > > insides with a load of junk. That's the trouble with women today ... > > messing themselves up, thinking they can act like men, instead of > > concentrating on being womanly women." > > > > "Like they do in Germany?" asked Oswald drily. "Kinder, Kuche und > > Kirche and all that, eh?" This turned Warrren's head, so that he stared at Marty. His attention went from him to Oswald. From margdean at erols.com Sat Jan 1 17:41:31 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Sat Jan 1 17:43:32 2005 Subject: [MaC] Richard: Wandering (to the Skeffington-Nottles' Flat) References: <01bd01c4efff$3c1ed8d0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh> <00d701c4f02e$36e621f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <001d01c4f038$3a1c3b20$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh> Message-ID: <41D7271B.B0647084@erols.com> Katie Fulton wrote: > > There was a pause and then Anton Barowenski opened the door. He seemed > pale but composed compared with earlier. > > "Yes?" he said to Richard. "What has happened?" > > "Oh..." It was hard to tell at first whether Richard was disappointed, > or relieved. He motioned behind him. "Mister Fitzroy was trying to > escape, and we were running him down. I think I'd make a sore man at > arms, getting lost in my own building. I thought they might have > brought him back here. > > "Anything new down here?" "I believe they've taken Mr. Fitzroy back upstairs," said Marion Mauberley, coming from further inside the room to stand next to Barowenski. "We were just about to head back up there ourselves. No one," she added, giving Richard a hard look, "should be wandering about alone, under the circumstances." --Margaret Dean From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Sat Jan 1 18:26:04 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Sat Jan 1 18:26:07 2005 Subject: [MaC] Seperated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <3b089f7c0501011428580f8342@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20050101232604.19415.qmail@web20226.mail.yahoo.com> Hodges and Michael were able to see into her bedroom while she was locking Mr Bob away. There was an open jewelry box on her dresser with gobs of jade jewelry and a silver locket with a picture of two older people inside, as well as a picture of Nicola on the arm of a shady-looking man at a high-society party in New York. Her diary was open to the last entry (Dec. 23, 1940). The entry read as follows: "I must find him as quickly as I possibly can. I fear the consequences to be dire if I don't." Before they could read any further, Nicola came back into the room and hastily closed the diary. Michael fingered the locket, asking, "Your brother, Nicola?" Nicola walked over and took the locket from him. "These are my parents," she said, pointing to the picture of the older couple. "And that's Freddy," she said, smiling at the other picture. "A friend from New York- he was one of the backers of the show I was in." She closed the locket, placed it back inside the jewelry box and turned to the two men. "Well, then, if that's all, I think we need to move on to Mrs. Evans' flat," she said, stifling a groan. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - You care about security. So do we. http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 19:07:27 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 19:07:30 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <007d01c4effb$90b33570$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6CB8A.4070607@textartisan.com><00e901c4f032$efbf28d0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6F371.9090004@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <018201c4f05f$0bab6dc0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > "No I didn't!" said Marty. "Filthy stuff - I don't hold with it. >> > Women should keep themselves pure for their menfolk, not mess up their >> > insides with a load of junk. That's the trouble with women today ... >> > messing themselves up, thinking they can act like men, instead of >> > concentrating on being womanly women." >> > >> > "Like they do in Germany?" asked Oswald drily. "Kinder, Kuche und >> > Kirche and all that, eh?" > > This turned Warrren's head, so that he stared at > Marty. His attention went from him to Oswald. > "I'll hqave you know this," said Marty Fitzroy, clearly incenseed. "Herr Hitler has done a lot of good for the Reich, and if we'd had the sense to listen to men like Moseley, we'd be allied with him now against our true enemy, those filthy Communists in Russia." He seemed prepared to expand on this theme at length. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 19:10:46 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 19:10:50 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James References: <1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com><00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com> Message-ID: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> >> Her diary was open to the last entry (Dec. 23, 1940). The entry read as >> follows: "I must find him as quickly as I possibly can. I fear the >> consequences to be dire if I don't." Before they could read any further, >> Nicola came back into the room and hastily closed the diary. >> > > At this point, James looked thoughtful. He looked at Nicola, and the rest > of the searchers. "I think someone needs to talk to Mr. Davies about his > files." He looked at the group. "If you will all excuse me." > > Unless stopped, James headed out of the flat, and downstairs... > Shortly afterwards, Braham Davis, at the foot of the stairs, heard some quiet steps and - looking up - saw James Drake coming down to join him. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 19:14:37 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 19:14:36 2005 Subject: [MaC] Richard: Wandering (to the Skeffington-Nottles' Flat) References: <01bd01c4efff$3c1ed8d0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh><00d701c4f02e$36e621f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><001d01c4f038$3a1c3b20$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh> <41D7271B.B0647084@erols.com> Message-ID: <018a01c4f060$0b98dab0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> "Oh..." It was hard to tell at first whether Richard was disappointed, >> or relieved. He motioned behind him. "Mister Fitzroy was trying to >> escape, and we were running him down. I think I'd make a sore man at >> arms, getting lost in my own building. I thought they might have >> brought him back here. >> >> "Anything new down here?" > > "I believe they've taken Mr. Fitzroy back upstairs," said Marion > Mauberley, coming from further inside the room to stand next to > Barowenski. "We were just about to head back up there > ourselves. No one," she added, giving Richard a hard look, > "should be wandering about alone, under the circumstances." > "You had best come in," said Anton, stepping back. "But I have no more to tell you than I already to Mar ... Miss Mauberley, Mr Skeffington-Nottle and Mr Drake. I played the piano in the dark - I step outside to smoke a cigarette - I go back and play once more - and I realise that she is on the couch, that she is dead." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 1 19:19:16 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 1 19:19:26 2005 Subject: [MaC] Separated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges References: <20050101232604.19415.qmail@web20226.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <018e01c4f060$b2dcd4c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > Hodges and Michael were able to see into her bedroom > while she was locking Mr Bob away. There was an open > jewelry box on her dresser with gobs of jade jewelry > and a silver locket with a picture of two older people > > inside, as well as a picture of Nicola on the arm of a > shady-looking man at a high-society party in New York. > > Her diary was open to the last entry (Dec. 23, 1940). > The entry read as follows: "I must find him as quickly > as I possibly can. I fear the consequences to be dire > if I don't." Before they could read any further, > Nicola came back into the room and hastily closed the > diary. > > Michael fingered the locket, asking, "Your brother, > Nicola?" > > Nicola walked over and took the locket from him. > "These are my parents," she said, pointing to the > picture of the older couple. "And that's Freddy," she > said, smiling at the other picture. "A friend from New > York- he was one of the backers of the show I was in." > She closed the locket, placed it back inside the > jewelry box and turned to the two men. > > "Well, then, if that's all, I think we need to move on > to Mrs. Evans' flat," she said, stifling a groan. > Mrs Evans flat was, of course, fully occupied by Vangie, Arabella, Cyril and Esme - to say nothing of Sweetie, who lifted his head with a look that said perfectly, "So this is hell, nor am I out of it." They could see Vangie's open bedroom door - it seemed rather untidy within, and her jewellery case had been knocked over and its contents scattered - presumably by Sweetie in a playful (or burglarous) mood. There seemed to be a surprising number of plain gold rings visible ... (OOC - waiting to hear from Philip on his room). From nowsounds at comcast.net Sat Jan 1 19:41:12 2005 From: nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds) Date: Sat Jan 1 19:41:22 2005 Subject: [MaC] Separated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges References: <20050101232604.19415.qmail@web20226.mail.yahoo.com> <018e01c4f060$b2dcd4c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <002601c4f063$c2c1b600$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> > > Mrs Evans flat was, of course, fully occupied by Vangie, Arabella, Cyril > and Esme - to say nothing of Sweetie, who lifted his head with a look that > said perfectly, "So this is hell, nor am I out of it." > > They could see Vangie's open bedroom door - it seemed rather untidy > within, and her jewellery case had been knocked over and its contents > scattered - presumably by Sweetie in a playful (or burglarous) mood. > There seemed to be a surprising number of plain gold rings visible ... Arabella stood up. "So has there been anything of interest yet?" she asked them all. From hmace at elfworks.com Sat Jan 1 19:46:01 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sat Jan 1 19:43:23 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <018201c4f05f$0bab6dc0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <007d01c4effb$90b33570$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6CB8A.4070607@textartisan.com><00e901c4f032$efbf28d0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6F371.9090004@textartisan.com> <018201c4f05f$0bab6dc0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41D74449.9060309@elfworks.com> >>> > >>> > "Like they do in Germany?" asked Oswald drily. "Kinder, Kuche und >>> > Kirche and all that, eh?" >> >> This turned Warrren's head, so that he stared at >> Marty. His attention went from him to Oswald. >> > > "I'll hqave you know this," said Marty Fitzroy, clearly incenseed. > "Herr Hitler has done a lot of good for the Reich, and if we'd had the > sense to listen to men like Moseley, we'd be allied with him now against > our true enemy, those filthy Communists in Russia." > > He seemed prepared to expand on this theme at length. Marjorie, sitting near the door, almost came off her chair with clenched fists. "You better not be helping them Germans, mister," she said angrily. "I got a fiance on the front, and so help me I find out you been helping the enemy, your life ain't worth a penny, you hear me!" From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sun Jan 2 00:54:49 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sun Jan 2 00:54:55 2005 Subject: [MaC] Separated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <018e01c4f060$b2dcd4c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <00e701c4f08f$954122c0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > > "Well, then, if that's all, I think we need to move on > > to Mrs. Evans' flat," she said, stifling a groan. Philip's room is tidy, almost to the point of being Spartan, despite the comforts with which Evangeline had prepared her guest room. He seems to have a minimal number of personal effects beyond his military and civilian clothing, some pain medication and bandages for his hand, and a book of collected short stories by Saki. The latter's frontispiece is signed, "To P.Ofr. Powell with Respect and Best Wishes, From the Men of Squadron 249." Various signatures accompany this inscription. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sun Jan 2 00:57:02 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sun Jan 2 00:57:05 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <007d01c4effb$90b33570$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <00e801c4f08f$e42a3f20$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > "We've discovered that Nola had an abortion," said Lucinda > quietly. Philip's eyes bulged at this, and he nearly dropped his teacup. His thoughts were clearly moving rapidly as Lucinda continued speaking, and he didn't seem to hear the rest of her comments, or indeed much of the following conversation. > "Thank you, Mrs. Beaman," Pamela said as she accepted a cup in > perfectly steady hands. Then she spoke again to Marty Fitzroy, as > sedately as ever. "By all appearances, Mr. Fitzroy, if the > gentlemen and ladies present will forgive me the impropriety, it's > *you* who messed up poor Miss Diamond's insides with a load of > junk." At this comment, Philip seemed to come out of his introspective state. "Whose was it, Marty?" he asked, with an unmistakable undertone of menace in his voice. From Mrfury28 at aol.com Sun Jan 2 01:29:05 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Sun Jan 2 01:29:14 2005 Subject: [MaC] Seperated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges Message-ID: <12b.538ae511.2f08eeb1@aol.com> Poking out from under this letter was one Tabitha had begun to write to her son -- but she's only got as far as writing "Liebster Karl". There was also a rather sharp letter opener. Hodges picked up the letter opener and examined it. *** >From here they moved to Nicola's flat. Hodges and Michael were able to see into her bedroom while she was locking Mr Bob away. There was an open jewelry box on her dresser with gobs of jade jewelry and a silver locket with a picture of two older people inside, as well as a picture of Nicola on the arm of a shady-looking man a high-society party in New York. Her diary was open to the last entry (Dec. 23, 1940). The entry read as follows: "I must find him as quickly as I possibly can. I fear the consequences to be dire if I don't." Before they could read any further, Nicola came back into the room and hastily closed the diary. Hodges averted his gaze from Nicola's diary, embarassed at having read it accidently. "My pardon, Miss Douglas." He apologized. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: /pipermail/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc/attachments/20050102/290990e7/attachment.htm From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Jan 2 05:45:37 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Jan 2 05:45:59 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <00e801c4f08f$e42a3f20$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <005801c4f0b8$32285810$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > "Thank you, Mrs. Beaman," Pamela said as she accepted a cup in > perfectly steady hands. Then she spoke again to Marty Fitzroy, as > sedately as ever. "By all appearances, Mr. Fitzroy, if the > gentlemen and ladies present will forgive me the impropriety, it's > *you* who messed up poor Miss Diamond's insides with a load of > junk." At this comment, Philip seemed to come out of his introspective state. "Whose was it, Marty?" he asked, with an unmistakable undertone of menace in his voice. "'Ow should I know?" countered Marty. "She was the original good time girl 'ad by all, she was. Running mad after men in uniform. I told h'er ... she 'ad to give 'em up, or I'd give 'er up, and she could go back to dancing in chorus lines. "So it could 'ave been mine. But it could 'ave been ... anyone's. Only she'd be able to tell you for certain." He shrugged dismissively. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Jan 2 06:04:28 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Jan 2 06:04:29 2005 Subject: [MaC] More searching - Nicola, Michael & Hodges References: <12b.538ae511.2f08eeb1@aol.com> Message-ID: <006501c4f0ba$d46cf430$0202a8c0@Behemoth> (OOC - feel free to answer Arabella's question, or do more stuff ion Vangie's flat - but I'm moving things on a little). After they had finished in Vangie's flat, the searchers (OOC - anyone else joining them?) moved on to the top floor - where there were the four penthouse flats - one unoccupied, one rented by the Beamans, one by Anton Barowenski, one by the Fitzroys and one by the Beamans. Once again, they decided to start with the empty flat. This was rented out to Marty Fitzroy - the idea was that it could be occupied by prominent guests he might wish to entertain - although Hodges knew that no-one had occupied it recently. A reason why this might be the case was rapidly apparent once they had opened the flat and switched on the lights. It was laid out as an office - now seemingly disused, but still filled with desks and filing cabinets. But this was not an office for Marty's theatrical endeavours. A glance at the insignias on the wall - the flash and circle (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Union_of_Fascists) made it quite clear that this had been - or possibly still was - used as one of the main offices of the British Union of Fascists. (OOC - want to look at stuff? Or alert other people to what you have discovered?) From jadethe2nd at yahoo.com Sun Jan 2 06:34:43 2005 From: jadethe2nd at yahoo.com (Jade) Date: Sun Jan 2 06:34:48 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <41D74449.9060309@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <20050102113443.11421.qmail@web60810.mail.yahoo.com> > >>> > "Like they do in Germany?" asked Oswald drily. > "Kinder, Kuche und > >>> > Kirche and all that, eh?" > >> > >> This turned Warrren's head, so that he stared at > >> Marty. His attention went from him to Oswald. > >> > > > > "I'll hqave you know this," said Marty Fitzroy, > clearly incenseed. > > "Herr Hitler has done a lot of good for the Reich, > and if we'd had the > > sense to listen to men like Moseley, we'd be > allied with him now against > > our true enemy, those filthy Communists in > Russia." > > > > He seemed prepared to expand on this theme at > length. > > Marjorie, sitting near the door, almost came off her > chair with > clenched fists. "You better not be helping them > Germans, mister," > she said angrily. "I got a fiance on the front, and > so help me > I find out you been helping the enemy, your life > ain't worth a > penny, you hear me!" > Tabitha, although she had been trying to calm herself while Marjorie spoke, could no longer contain herself. "You evil little..." she growled, and launched herself at Marty with an angry cry, kicking and clawing at him. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - Helps protect you from nasty viruses. http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Jan 2 07:04:15 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Jan 2 07:04:15 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <20050102113443.11421.qmail@web60810.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <006f01c4f0c3$2e8e6770$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > "I'll have you know this," said Marty Fitzroy, >> clearly incenseed. >> > "Herr Hitler has done a lot of good for the Reich, >> and if we'd had the >> > sense to listen to men like Moseley, we'd be >> allied with him now against >> > our true enemy, those filthy Communists in >> Russia." >> > >> > He seemed prepared to expand on this theme at >> length. >> >> Marjorie, sitting near the door, almost came off her >> chair with >> clenched fists. "You better not be helping them >> Germans, mister," >> she said angrily. "I got a fiance on the front, and >> so help me >> I find out you been helping the enemy, your life >> ain't worth a >> penny, you hear me!" >> > > Tabitha, although she had been trying to calm herself > while Marjorie spoke, could no longer contain herself. > "You evil little..." she growled, and launched herself > at Marty with an angry cry, kicking and clawing at him. > Marty was a big man, and he should have been more than a match for the slighter figure of the nurse. But the ferocity and unexpectedness of the attack clearly took him by surprise, and he toppled from his chair, with Tabitha on top of him, still kicking and clawing. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sun Jan 2 12:25:01 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sun Jan 2 12:25:08 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <006f01c4f0c3$2e8e6770$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <00f201c4f0f0$00fffc10$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > > Tabitha, although she had been trying to calm herself > > while Marjorie spoke, could no longer contain herself. > > "You evil little..." she growled, and launched herself > > at Marty with an angry cry, kicking and clawing at him. > > Marty was a big man, and he should have been more than a > match for the slighter figure of the nurse. But the ferocity > and unexpectedness of the attack clearly took him by surprise, > and he toppled from his chair, with Tabitha on top of him, > still kicking and clawing. Philip seemed rather surprised by Tabitha's attack, but showed no inclination to stop it; indeed, his face wore an expression of grim satisfaction. Instead, he merely moved casually around the combatants, gathering up any dangerously positioned teacups or other items that seemed likely to break and/or spill in the melee. From jvstin at mindspring.com Sun Jan 2 13:10:23 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Sun Jan 2 13:10:33 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James In-Reply-To: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com><00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com> <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41D8390F.4040208@mindspring.com> on 1/1/2005 6:10 PM Mel Mason said the following: >>> >>> Her diary was open to the last entry (Dec. 23, 1940). The entry read >>> as follows: "I must find him as quickly as I possibly can. I fear the >>> consequences to be dire if I don't." Before they could read any >>> further, Nicola came back into the room and hastily closed the diary. >>> >> >> At this point, James looked thoughtful. He looked at Nicola, and the >> rest of the searchers. "I think someone needs to talk to Mr. Davies >> about his files." He looked at the group. "If you will all excuse me." >> >> Unless stopped, James headed out of the flat, and downstairs... >> > > Shortly afterwards, Braham Davis, at the foot of the stairs, heard some > quiet steps and - looking up - saw James Drake coming down to join him. > "Mr. Davis" James said as he descended the stairs toward Braham. "I thought that we might share a few words while you wait down here." The tone of James' voice was unreadable, as if he was deliberately trying to mask his intentions and his mood. From dorothea at textartisan.com Sun Jan 2 15:37:03 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Sun Jan 2 15:39:11 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <00f201c4f0f0$00fffc10$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <00f201c4f0f0$00fffc10$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41D85B6F.7060100@textartisan.com> > Philip seemed rather surprised by Tabitha's attack, but showed no > inclination to stop it; indeed, his face wore an expression of grim > satisfaction. Instead, he merely moved casually around the combatants, > gathering up any dangerously positioned teacups or other items that seemed > likely to break and/or spill in the melee. Pamela had made a grab for Tabitha as she left the couch, but missed badly; her teacup had overturned and spilt its contents over her dress, the couch, and the floor. She felt the insistent tingle on her leg that meant a minor burn from the hot liquid, but there were more important matters to attend to. If she restrained Tabitha, that would only give Fitzroy opportunity to hurt her, and hurt her he no doubt would, having as he did all the gentlemanly feeling of Mrs. Evans's horrid orange cat. So she stood just outside the orbit of the fight, waiting for someone else to haul Fitzroy out of it and speaking urgently to the nurse. "Tabitha, listen to me. Tabitha, the constables will be coming. If you hurt him, you'll be in trouble yourself. Tabitha, please -- come out of it!" From faespinner at yahoo.com Sun Jan 2 18:43:04 2005 From: faespinner at yahoo.com (Tara Kunkel) Date: Sun Jan 2 18:43:38 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James In-Reply-To: <41D8390F.4040208@mindspring.com> References: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com> <005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com> <00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com> <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com> >>Shortly afterwards, Braham Davis, at the foot of the stairs, heard some >>quiet steps and - looking up - saw James Drake coming down to join him. Braham gave him a friendly smile but remained silent as he approached. >"Mr. Davis" James said as he descended the stairs toward Braham. "I >thought that we might share a few words while you wait down here." The >tone of James' voice was unreadable, as if he was deliberately trying to >mask his intentions and his mood. "Certainly," Braham replied his tone curious. "What can I do for you?" [Tag: James] (OOC: Sorry for the delay and the short post... I seem to have come down with some sort of cold or flu or something over the last day and a half. That combined with familial commitments... Well let's just say it's been a little more difficult then usual to get to posting.) From faespinner at yahoo.com Sun Jan 2 18:49:40 2005 From: faespinner at yahoo.com (Tara Kunkel) Date: Sun Jan 2 18:50:11 2005 Subject: [MaC] Seperated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com> <005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com> Message-ID: <5.1.0.14.0.20050102184352.02850058@pop.mail.yahoo.com> >>>The files appeared to contain details of all their comings and goings, >>>their regular daily routines, they thinks they said and did and - rather >>>more alarming - some of Braham's reflections on it all. >>> >>>(OOC - I'll leave Tara to add a few more pertinent details from your >>>individual files if she wishes!) Braham's files were rather detailed. He seemed to have recorded who came and left the building and when. He had details about visitations within the building. His reflections dealt with things like friendships and relationships. Personality profiles had also beeb begun for each. Some were further in depth then others. In most cases he seemed to nailed down most of their obvious traits, or at least the treats that were brought forth in their demeanors. Nicola would also notice that some of his speculations seemed to stem from a rumored affair she had with a prominent mob boss. From hmace at elfworks.com Sun Jan 2 19:06:42 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sun Jan 2 19:04:26 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <41D85B6F.7060100@textartisan.com> References: <00f201c4f0f0$00fffc10$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <41D85B6F.7060100@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <41D88C92.9090705@elfworks.com> >> Philip seemed rather surprised by Tabitha's attack, but showed no >> inclination to stop it; indeed, his face wore an expression of grim >> satisfaction. Instead, he merely moved casually around the combatants, >> gathering up any dangerously positioned teacups or other items that >> seemed >> likely to break and/or spill in the melee. > > > Pamela had made a grab for Tabitha as she left the couch, but missed > badly; her teacup had overturned and spilt its contents over her dress, > the couch, and the floor. She felt the insistent tingle on her leg that > meant a minor burn from the hot liquid, but there were more important > matters to attend to. > > If she restrained Tabitha, that would only give Fitzroy opportunity > to hurt her, and hurt her he no doubt would, having as he did all the > gentlemanly feeling of Mrs. Evans's horrid orange cat. So she stood just > outside the orbit of the fight, waiting for someone else to haul Fitzroy > out of it and speaking urgently to the nurse. "Tabitha, listen to me. > Tabitha, the constables will be coming. If you hurt him, you'll be in > trouble yourself. Tabitha, please -- come out of it!" Marjorie's jaw dropped when Tabitha tackled Fitzroy. "Uh... wait! Don't kill him! Someone break it up!" From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Sun Jan 2 19:13:18 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Sun Jan 2 19:13:21 2005 Subject: [MaC] More searching - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <006501c4f0ba$d46cf430$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050103001318.31707.qmail@web20222.mail.yahoo.com> After they had finished in Vangie's flat, the searchers (OOC - anyone else joining them?) moved on to the top floor - where there were the four penthouse flats - one unoccupied, one rented by the Beamans, one by Anton Barowenski, one by the Fitzroys and one by the Beamans. Once again, they decided to start with the empty flat. This was rented out to Marty Fitzroy - the idea was that it could be occupied by prominent guests he might wish to entertain - although Hodges knew that no-one had occupied it recently. A reason why this might be the case was rapidly apparent once they had opened the flat and switched on the lights. It was laid out as an office - now seemingly disused, but still filled with desks and filing cabinets. But this was not an office for Marty's theatrical endeavours. A glance at the insignias on the wall - the flash and circle (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Union_of_Fascists made it quite clear that this had been - or possibly still was - used as one of the main offices of the British Union of Fascists. "Uggggh," Nicola said, shuddering as her face contorted in disgust. "That vile, odious man. It's a shame nobody saw fit to strangle HIM in the darkness." She moved forward towards one of the filing cabinets and checked to see if it was unlocked. This was one opportunity she was not about to let die. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - Easier than ever with enhanced search. Learn more. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Sun Jan 2 19:15:31 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Sun Jan 2 19:15:40 2005 Subject: [MaC] Seperated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <5.1.0.14.0.20050102184352.02850058@pop.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20050103001531.65343.qmail@web20227.mail.yahoo.com> Braham's files were rather detailed. He seemed to have recorded who came and left the building and when. He had details about visitations within the building. His reflections dealt with things like friendships and relationships. Personality profiles had also been begun for each. Some were further in depth then others. In most cases he seemed to nailed down most of their obvious traits, or at least the treats that were brought forth in their demeanors. Nicola would also notice that some of his speculations seemed to stem from a rumored affair she had with a prominent mob boss. As she read this material, Nicola's brow furrowed. Without any glance at Hodges or Michael, she tucked it under her arm. This was something she needed urgently to speak with Braham about. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The all-new My Yahoo! - Get yours free! http://my.yahoo.com From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Sun Jan 2 19:17:15 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Sun Jan 2 19:17:17 2005 Subject: [MaC] Separated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <002601c4f063$c2c1b600$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> Message-ID: <20050103001715.90648.qmail@web20224.mail.yahoo.com> Arabella stood up. "So has there been anything of interest yet?" she asked them all. "No, countess, I'm afraid not," Nicola said. "We're only just checking in here to make sure you haven't seen anybody before we head to the top floor." __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Send holiday email and support a worthy cause. Do good. http://celebrity.mail.yahoo.com From nowsounds at comcast.net Sun Jan 2 19:19:36 2005 From: nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds) Date: Sun Jan 2 19:19:50 2005 Subject: [MaC] Separated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges References: <20050103001715.90648.qmail@web20224.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <005f01c4f129$e84d7500$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> "No one," she said. "It's been relatively quiet here." After they moved on, Arabella sat with the others for a little longer then got up. "I really should see to Flash... I shan't be long." With those words she left the Evans apartment... ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jonathan Katalenic" To: Sent: Sunday, January 02, 2005 7:17 PM Subject: Re: [MaC] Separated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges > Arabella stood up. "So has there been anything of > interest yet?" she asked them all. > > "No, countess, I'm afraid not," Nicola said. "We're > only just checking in here to make sure you haven't > seen anybody before we head to the top floor." From rmpruehs at cac.net Sun Jan 2 19:19:52 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Sun Jan 2 19:20:20 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme In-Reply-To: <014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net> <014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050102191701.04b5da30@mail.cac.net> > > Cyril glanced out the door, torn between following the commotion back > > upstairs or staying to help Esme. He worried increasingly about > > Florence, but Esme appeared to know something about what was > happening > > here. He ventured a question to his distraught neighbor. "Esme, > > dear," he asked gently, "what do you know? How did you know about > > Nola's ...condition." > > > Esme gave a little gulp. > > "I ... I ... knew ... She told me that it was a friend of hers. She wanted > to know ... But I couldn't help her! Of course I couldn't! How would I > know anything about that?" "Of course, you couldn't," Cyril answered cautiously, since he had no clue what she was talking about. He glanced at Vangie and Arabella to see if this made any more sense to a woman than it did to him. He also glanced nervously at the door, as it sounded as if the crowd upstairs might be in the vicinity of his own flat. =Because you always made it a point that you -didn't- know, you didn't hear, you never saw anything,= thought Vangie. Arabella nodded slightly. She, for one, would have been hard pressed to find such 'help' had she been approached. Some women knew where to obtain the necessary expertise, of course, or these things would not happen. Esme's words also reinforced her original thoughts that someone else had been involved with the poor girl - for really, if Marty Fitzroy had gotten Nola Diamond in her condition, would she have turned for help to Fitzroy's wife? "Mrs. Fitzroy," she asked, "you seemed anxious long before the tragedy occurred. What has been upsetting you so?" "Nothing," said Esme nervously, twisting her handkerchief even more. "I'm just worried about my sister, that's all, with all this dreadful bombing. She ... she lives in the East End. In Bethnal Green." "That," Vangie declared, her alto voice a quelling knell of certainty, "is not all you're worried about. Isn't it time you told the truth? You've told at least two lies tonight...and those are only the ones I know of." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Jan 2 19:36:12 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Jan 2 19:36:16 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <00f201c4f0f0$00fffc10$96f1fea9@BriansPC><41D85B6F.7060100@textartisan.com> <41D88C92.9090705@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <00c501c4f12c$3a4cc020$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>> Philip seemed rather surprised by Tabitha's attack, but showed no >>> inclination to stop it; indeed, his face wore an expression of grim >>> satisfaction. Instead, he merely moved casually around the combatants, >>> gathering up any dangerously positioned teacups or other items that >>> seemed >>> likely to break and/or spill in the melee. >> >> >> Pamela had made a grab for Tabitha as she left the couch, but missed >> badly; her teacup had overturned and spilt its contents over her dress, >> the couch, and the floor. She felt the insistent tingle on her leg that >> meant a minor burn from the hot liquid, but there were more important >> matters to attend to. >> >> If she restrained Tabitha, that would only give Fitzroy opportunity >> to hurt her, and hurt her he no doubt would, having as he did all the >> gentlemanly feeling of Mrs. Evans's horrid orange cat. So she stood just >> outside the orbit of the fight, waiting for someone else to haul Fitzroy >> out of it and speaking urgently to the nurse. "Tabitha, listen to me. >> Tabitha, the constables will be coming. If you hurt him, you'll be in >> trouble yourself. Tabitha, please -- come out of it!" > > Marjorie's jaw dropped when Tabitha tackled Fitzroy. > "Uh... wait! Don't kill him! Someone break it up!" > Oswald and Lucinda exchanged glances, and then Lucinda moved forward, hauling Tabitha off, while Oswald moved to grab Marty, holding him back with surprising strength. "Enough!" said Oswald, "Enough No matter what you think of his political opinions, Mrs Rosen, it's the murder we need to concern ourserlves with here!" Marty sank in top a chair, dabbing at his nose with a large white handkerchief. "Just keep that woman away from me," he said thickly. From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Sun Jan 2 19:42:11 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Sun Jan 2 19:42:13 2005 Subject: [MaC] More searching - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <20050103001318.31707.qmail@web20222.mail.yahoo.com> References: <006501c4f0ba$d46cf430$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <20050103001318.31707.qmail@web20222.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <3b089f7c05010216423d27ddc0@mail.gmail.com> On Sun, 2 Jan 2005 16:13:18 -0800 (PST), Jonathan Katalenic wrote: > After they had finished in Vangie's flat, the > searchers (OOC - anyone else joining them?) moved on > to the top floor - where there were the four > penthouse flats - one unoccupied, one rented by the > Beamans, one by Anton Barowenski, one by the Fitzroys > and one by the Beamans. > > Once again, they decided to start with the empty flat. > This was rented out to Marty Fitzroy - the idea was > that it could be occupied by prominent guests he might > wish to entertain - although Hodges knew that no-one > had occupied it recently. > > A reason why this might be the case was rapidly > apparent once they had opened the flat and switched on > the lights. > > It was laid out as an office - now seemingly disused, > but still filled with desks and filing cabinets. > > But this was not an office for Marty's theatrical > endeavours. A glance at the insignias on the wall - > the flash and circle (see > http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Union_of_Fascists > made it quite clear that this had been - or possibly > still was - used as one of the main offices > of the British Union of Fascists. > > "Uggggh," Nicola said, shuddering as her face > contorted in disgust. "That vile, odious man. It's a > shame nobody saw fit to strangle HIM in the darkness." > She moved forward towards one of the filing cabinets > and checked to see if it was unlocked. This was one > opportunity she was not about to let die. Michael as well scanned the room, but his eyes were looking for more technical equipment, including those that might be hidden. "Being a member of the party isn't a crime, Nicola," he explained. "And I doubt poor Nola was a spy of any nature, although I suppose she'd play a convincing Mata Hari, eh?" "Perhaps we should let the others know what we've found, especially since his recent escape attempt," the Group Commander suggested. " The Beamans flat is occupied and the pianists looked over when they investigated the body, and the only other is Comrade Fitzroy's; Where if the murderer is waiting, it's not in hiding as we were detailed to discover." "Of course, if it wasn't an unknown assailant, it was a known one," Michael comments. "And that'll lead to an entirely different search of the apartments, I fear." > and one by the Beamans. From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Sun Jan 2 19:59:27 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Sun Jan 2 19:59:44 2005 Subject: [MaC] Richard: Wandering (to the Skeffington-Nottles' Flat) References: <01bd01c4efff$3c1ed8d0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh><00d701c4f02e$36e621f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><001d01c4f038$3a1c3b20$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh><41D7271B.B0647084@erols.com> <018a01c4f060$0b98dab0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <005701c4f12f$7fcdfee0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh> > "I believe they've taken Mr. Fitzroy back upstairs," said Marion > Mauberley, coming from further inside the room to stand next to > Barowenski. "We were just about to head back up there > ourselves. No one," she added, giving Richard a hard look, > "should be wandering about alone, under the circumstances." > "You had best come in," said Anton, stepping back. "But I have no more to tell you than I already to Mar ... Miss Mauberley, Mr Skeffington-Nottle and Mr Drake. I played the piano in the dark - I step outside to smoke a cigarette - I go back and play once more - and I realise that she is on the couch, that she is dead." Richard stepped in. He waved his hand at Anton. "Oh, I'm not here as a questioner. We have people for that, obviously. I was simply in hailing distance..." He thought a moment. "You... wouldn't happen to be aware of where Mr. Fitzroy was when you were taking a break?" From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Jan 2 20:12:56 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Jan 2 20:12:57 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com><6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net><014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050102191701.04b5da30@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <00e701c4f131$5c7612f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > Arabella nodded slightly. She, for one, would have been hard pressed to > find such 'help' had she been approached. Some women knew where to obtain > the necessary expertise, of course, or these things would not happen. > Esme's words also reinforced her original thoughts that someone else had > been involved with the poor girl - for really, if Marty Fitzroy had gotten > Nola Diamond in her condition, would she have turned for help to Fitzroy's > wife? > > "Mrs. Fitzroy," she asked, "you seemed anxious long before the tragedy > occurred. What has been upsetting you so?" > > "Nothing," said Esme nervously, twisting her handkerchief even more. "I'm > just worried about my sister, that's all, with all this dreadful bombing. > She ... she lives in the East End. In Bethnal Green." > > "That," Vangie declared, her alto voice a quelling knell of certainty, "is > not all you're worried about. Isn't it time you told the truth? You've > told at least two lies tonight...and those are only the ones I know of." Esme looked at her apprehensively. "What do you mean?" she asked. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Jan 2 20:25:21 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Jan 2 20:25:20 2005 Subject: [MaC] Richard: Wandering (to the Skeffington-Nottles' Flat) References: <01bd01c4efff$3c1ed8d0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh><00d701c4f02e$36e621f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><001d01c4f038$3a1c3b20$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh><41D7271B.B0647084@erols.com><018a01c4f060$0b98dab0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <005701c4f12f$7fcdfee0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh> Message-ID: <010f01c4f133$17ca0c40$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> "I believe they've taken Mr. Fitzroy back upstairs," said Marion >> Mauberley, coming from further inside the room to stand next to >> Barowenski. "We were just about to head back up there >> ourselves. No one," she added, giving Richard a hard look, >> "should be wandering about alone, under the circumstances." >> > > "You had best come in," said Anton, stepping back. "But I have no more to > tell you than I already to Mar ... Miss Mauberley, Mr Skeffington-Nottle > and > Mr Drake. I played the piano in the dark - I step outside to smoke a > cigarette - I go back and play once more - and I realise that she is on > the > couch, that she is dead." > > Richard stepped in. He waved his hand at Anton. "Oh, I'm not here as a > questioner. We have people for that, obviously. I was simply in hailing > distance..." He thought a moment. "You... wouldn't happen to be aware of > where Mr. Fitzroy was when you were taking a break?" > Almost involuntarily, it seemed, Anton glanced at Marion. "I do not know," he said slowly. "I assumed ... he was in his own flat. But you would know that better than ... better than me." From margdean at erols.com Sun Jan 2 21:19:23 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Sun Jan 2 21:20:10 2005 Subject: [MaC] Richard: Wandering (to the Skeffington-Nottles' Flat) References: <01bd01c4efff$3c1ed8d0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh><00d701c4f02e$36e621f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><001d01c4f038$3a1c3b20$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh><41D7271B.B0647084@erols.com><018a01c4f060$0b98dab0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <005701c4f12f$7fcdfee0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh> <010f01c4f133$17ca0c40$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41D8ABAB.5B80B72@erols.com> Mel Mason wrote: > > >> "I believe they've taken Mr. Fitzroy back upstairs," said Marion > >> Mauberley, coming from further inside the room to stand next to > >> Barowenski. "We were just about to head back up there > >> ourselves. No one," she added, giving Richard a hard look, > >> "should be wandering about alone, under the circumstances." > > > > "You had best come in," said Anton, stepping back. "But I have > > no more to tell you than I already to Mar ... Miss Mauberley, > > Mr Skeffington-Nottle and Mr Drake. I played the piano in the > > dark - I step outside to smoke a cigarette - I go back and play > > once more - and I realise that she is on the couch, that she is > > dead." > > > > Richard stepped in. He waved his hand at Anton. "Oh, I'm not here as a > > questioner. We have people for that, obviously. I was simply in hailing > > distance..." He thought a moment. "You... wouldn't happen to be aware of > > where Mr. Fitzroy was when you were taking a break?" > > Almost involuntarily, it seemed, Anton glanced at Marion. > > "I do not know," he said slowly. "I assumed ... he was in his own flat. > But you would know that better than ... better than me." "I last recall speaking to him at about the same time I spoke to Miss Diamond," Marion said slowly, "or rather, she made a comment about something I said to him. After that..." She shook her head. "I just don't remember. I wasn't paying particular attention to either of them. "I think we may as well all go back upstairs, though, don't you?" she asked the men. "I don't see any point in staying down here." --Margaret Dean From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Sun Jan 2 21:23:14 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Sun Jan 2 21:23:16 2005 Subject: [MaC] Separated - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <20050103001715.90648.qmail@web20224.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20050103022314.62542.qmail@web50708.mail.yahoo.com> --- Jonathan Katalenic wrote: > Arabella stood up. "So has there been anything of > interest yet?" she asked them all. > > "No, countess, I'm afraid not," Nicola said. "We're > only just checking in here to make sure you haven't > seen anybody before we head to the top floor." "The top floor, you say?" Cyril said with a start. He rose quickly. "Perhaps I'll continue on with you." > > > > > __________________________________ > Do you Yahoo!? > Send holiday email and support a worthy cause. Do good. > http://celebrity.mail.yahoo.com > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Sun Jan 2 21:27:04 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Sun Jan 2 21:27:06 2005 Subject: [MaC] More searching - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <20050103001318.31707.qmail@web20222.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20050103022704.34547.qmail@web50701.mail.yahoo.com> --- Jonathan Katalenic wrote: > After they had finished in Vangie's flat, the > searchers (OOC - anyone else joining them?) moved on > to the top floor - where there were the four > penthouse flats - one unoccupied, one rented by the > Beamans, one by Anton Barowenski, one by the Fitzroys > and one by the Beamans. Cyril Beaman had joined them for the search of the top floor. > > Once again, they decided to start with the empty flat. > This was rented out to Marty Fitzroy - the idea was > that it could be occupied by prominent guests he might > wish to entertain - although Hodges knew that no-one > had occupied it recently. > > A reason why this might be the case was rapidly > apparent once they had opened the flat and switched on > the lights. > > It was laid out as an office - now seemingly disused, > but still filled with desks and filing cabinets. > > But this was not an office for Marty's theatrical > endeavours. A glance at the insignias on the wall - > the flash and circle (see > http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Union_of_Fascists > made it quite clear that this had been - or possibly > still was - used as one of the main offices > of the British Union of Fascists. > > "Uggggh," Nicola said, shuddering as her face > contorted in disgust. "That vile, odious man. It's a > shame nobody saw fit to strangle HIM in the darkness." > She moved forward towards one of the filing cabinets > and checked to see if it was unlocked. This was one > opportunity she was not about to let die. Cyril slowly shook his head in disbelief as he looked around at the office. He said nothing but his expression grew cold as ice. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Send holiday email and support a worthy cause. Do good. http://celebrity.mail.yahoo.com From hmace at elfworks.com Sun Jan 2 21:45:39 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sun Jan 2 21:43:23 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <00c501c4f12c$3a4cc020$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <00f201c4f0f0$00fffc10$96f1fea9@BriansPC><41D85B6F.7060100@textartisan.com> <41D88C92.9090705@elfworks.com> <00c501c4f12c$3a4cc020$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41D8B1D3.6000800@elfworks.com> >>> >>> If she restrained Tabitha, that would only give Fitzroy >>> opportunity to hurt her, and hurt her he no doubt would, having as he >>> did all the gentlemanly feeling of Mrs. Evans's horrid orange cat. So >>> she stood just outside the orbit of the fight, waiting for someone >>> else to haul Fitzroy out of it and speaking urgently to the nurse. >>> "Tabitha, listen to me. Tabitha, the constables will be coming. If >>> you hurt him, you'll be in trouble yourself. Tabitha, please -- come >>> out of it!" >> >> >> Marjorie's jaw dropped when Tabitha tackled Fitzroy. >> "Uh... wait! Don't kill him! Someone break it up!" >> > > Oswald and Lucinda exchanged glances, and then Lucinda moved forward, > hauling Tabitha off, while Oswald moved to grab Marty, holding him back > with surprising strength. > > "Enough!" said Oswald, "Enough No matter what you think of his > political opinions, Mrs Rosen, it's the murder we need to concern > ourserlves with here!" > > Marty sank in top a chair, dabbing at his nose with a large white > handkerchief. > > "Just keep that woman away from me," he said thickly. "Maybe it'd've been better for Miss Diamond if -she'd- stayed away from you, Mr. Fitzroy," Marjorie countered. She glared at Fitzroy. "Was she pregnant by you? Was it yours?" she asked bluntly. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sun Jan 2 22:26:46 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sun Jan 2 22:26:53 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <00c501c4f12c$3a4cc020$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <00f601c4f144$113829a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > Oswald and Lucinda exchanged glances, and then Lucinda moved forward, > hauling Tabitha off, while Oswald moved to grab Marty, > holding him back with surprising strength. > > "Enough!" said Oswald, "Enough No matter what you think of > his political opinions, Mrs Rosen, it's the murder we need to > concern ourserlves with here!" > > Marty sank in top a chair, dabbing at his nose with a large white > handkerchief. > > "Just keep that woman away from me," he said thickly. "I'll get something for the blood," Philip said coldly, setting course for the bathroom where he kept his bandages. Shortly, he returned with several small squares of gauze, which he handed wordlessly to Fitzroy (and, if necessary, Tabitha). From Mrfury28 at aol.com Mon Jan 3 01:06:50 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Mon Jan 3 01:06:59 2005 Subject: [MaC] More searching - Nicola, Michael & Hodges Message-ID: "Uggggh," Nicola said, shuddering as her face contorted in disgust. "That vile, odious man. It's a shame nobody saw fit to strangle HIM in the darkness." She moved forward towards one of the filing cabinets and checked to see if it was unlocked. This was one opportunity she was not about to let die. "Miss Douglas, we have a murderer loose in the building. Should we be spending time investigating Mr. Fitzroy? He is an odious fascist ... but his involvement in such matters may have no relevance to Miss Diamond's death." Hodges felt constrained to point out. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: /pipermail/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc/attachments/20050103/6829baed/attachment.htm From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 04:39:00 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 04:39:04 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy - collected References: <00f601c4f144$113829a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <001201c4f178$0e73dbe0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> OOC - We have overlapping threads here, and two people asking the same question (who was the father of Nola's baby). The question had been answered once, although in the new order the second time the question was answered appears first, if you follow. So ... I've tried to tidy up. It means Pamela is ignoring her wet uniform (do feel free to dab at it with a napking) as she accepts her second cup of tea. Anyway, here it is: "Did you get her the morphine, Mr. Fitzroy?" Pamela asked, not looking up from the open bag in her lap. "From where?" Military material did go missing in wartime. Pamela didn't grudge poor Nola Diamond some relief from her pain -- but if there was a leak, she had a duty to report it. "No I didn't!" said Marty. "Filthy stuff - I don't hold with it. Women should keep themselves pure for their menfolk, not mess up their insides with a load of junk. That's the trouble with women today ... messing themselves up, thinking they can act like men, instead of concentrating on being womanly women." "Like they do in Germany?" asked Oswald drily. "Kinder, Kuche und Kirche and all that, eh?" This turned Warrren's head, so that he stared at Marty. His attention went from him to Oswald. "I'll have you know this," said Marty Fitzroy, clearly incensed. "Herr Hitler has done a lot of good for the Reich, and if we'd had the sense to listen to men like Moseley, we'd be allied with him now against our true enemy, those filthy Communists in Russia." He seemed prepared to expand on this theme at length. Marjorie, sitting near the door, almost came off her chair with clenched fists. "You better not be helping them Germans, mister," she said angrily. "I got a fiance on the front, and so help me I find out you been helping the enemy, your life ain't worth a penny, you hear me!" Tabitha, although she had been trying to calm herself while Marjorie spoke, could no longer contain herself. "You evil little..." she growled, and launched herself at Marty with an angry cry, kicking and clawing at him. Marty was a big man, and he should have been more than a match for the slighter figure of the nurse. But the ferocity and unexpectedness of the attack clearly took him by surprise, and he toppled from his chair, with Tabitha on top of him, still kicking and clawing. Philip seemed rather surprised by Tabitha's attack, but showed no inclination to stop it; indeed, his face wore an expression of grim satisfaction. Instead, he merely moved casually around the combatants, gathering up any dangerously positioned teacups or other items that seemed likely to break and/or spill in the melee. Pamela had made a grab for Tabitha as she left the couch, but missed badly; her teacup had overturned and spilt its contents over her dress, the couch, and the floor. She felt the insistent tingle on her leg that meant a minor burn from the hot liquid, but there were more important matters to attend to. If she restrained Tabitha, that would only give Fitzroy opportunity to hurt her, and hurt her he no doubt would, having as he did all the gentlemanly feeling of Mrs. Evans's horrid orange cat. So she stood just outside the orbit of the fight, waiting for someone else to haul Fitzroy out of it and speaking urgently to the nurse. "Tabitha, listen to me. Tabitha, the constables will be coming. If you hurt him, you'll be in trouble yourself. Tabitha, please -- come out of it!" Marjorie's jaw dropped when Tabitha tackled Fitzroy. "Uh... wait! Don't kill him! Someone break it up!" Oswald and Lucinda exchanged glances, and then Lucinda moved forward, hauling Tabitha off, while Oswald moved to grab Marty, holding him back with surprising strength. "Enough!" said Oswald, "Enough No matter what you think of his political opinions, Mrs Rosen, it's the murder we need to concern ourselves with here!" Marty sank in top a chair, dabbing at his nose with a large white handkerchief. "Just keep that woman away from me," he said thickly. "I'll get something for the blood," Philip said coldly, setting course for the bathroom where he kept his bandages. Shortly, he returned with several small squares of gauze, which he handed wordlessly to Fitzroy (and, if necessary, Tabitha). "Maybe it'd've been better for Miss Diamond if -she'd- stayed away from you, Mr. Fitzroy," Marjorie countered. She glared at Fitzroy. "Was she pregnant by you? Was it yours?" she asked bluntly. Marty ignored her. "I need my tea, he said, grabbing his cup and guzzling the remainder. Florence returned with another tray of tea at this point. She did seem able to lay her hands on an inexhaustible supply of tea ... and sugar. Marty shoved his cup forward for a refill. "Thank you, Mrs. Beaman," Pamela said as she accepted a cup in perfectly steady hands. Then she spoke again to Marty Fitzroy, as sedately as ever. "By all appearances, Mr. Fitzroy, if the gentlemen and ladies present will forgive me the impropriety, it's =you= who messed up poor Miss Diamond's insides with a load of junk." At this comment, Philip seemed to come out of his introspective state. "Whose was it, Marty?" he asked, with an unmistakable undertone of menace in his voice. "'Ow should I know?" countered Marty. "She was the original good time girl 'ad by all, she was. Running mad after men in uniform. I told h'er ... she 'ad to give 'em up, or I'd give 'er up, and she could go back to dancing in chorus lines. "So it could 'ave been mine. But it could 'ave been ... anyone's. Only she'd be able to tell you for certain." He shrugged dismissively. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 05:45:16 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 05:45:18 2005 Subject: [MaC] Richard: Wandering (to the Skeffington-Nottles' Flat) References: <01bd01c4efff$3c1ed8d0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh><00d701c4f02e$36e621f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><001d01c4f038$3a1c3b20$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh><41D7271B.B0647084@erols.com><018a01c4f060$0b98dab0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><005701c4f12f$7fcdfee0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh><010f01c4f133$17ca0c40$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D8ABAB.5B80B72@erols.com> Message-ID: <002501c4f181$4ff83bc0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > Richard stepped in. He waved his hand at Anton. "Oh, I'm not here as a >> > questioner. We have people for that, obviously. I was simply in hailing >> > distance..." He thought a moment. "You... wouldn't happen to be aware >> > of >> > where Mr. Fitzroy was when you were taking a break?" >> >> Almost involuntarily, it seemed, Anton glanced at Marion. >> >> "I do not know," he said slowly. "I assumed ... he was in his own flat. >> But you would know that better than ... better than me." > > "I last recall speaking to him at about the same time I spoke to > Miss Diamond," Marion said slowly, "or rather, she made a comment > about something I said to him. After that..." She shook her > head. "I just don't remember. I wasn't paying particular > attention to either of them. > > "I think we may as well all go back upstairs, though, don't you?" > she asked the men. "I don't see any point in staying down here." > Anton nodded, in curt agreement. (OOC - unless anyone has anything to add here, just go with the continuation). As they set out up the stairs, they passed Arabella heading down the stairs. (OOC - anyone saying anything? - Your next stop will be the penthouse - see that thread). From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 06:02:42 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 06:02:42 2005 Subject: [MaC] More searching - Nicola, Michael & Hodges References: Message-ID: <004001c4f183$bf4b7620$0202a8c0@Behemoth> But this was not an office for Marty's theatrical endeavours. A glance at the insignias on the wall - the flash and circle made it quite clear that this had been - or possibly still was - used as one of the main offices of the British Union of Fascists. "Uggggh," Nicola said, shuddering as her face contorted in disgust. "That vile, odious man. It's a shame nobody saw fit to strangle HIM in the darkness." She moved forward towards one of the filing cabinets and checked to see if it was unlocked. This was one opportunity she was not about to let die. It was unlocked - and contained within were files on various people. Without closer study it was impossible to say whether they were fioles on supporters or opponents of the BUF. One file was particularly plump - and the name attached to it was MAUBERLEY, M. (OOC - want to do more checking?) "Miss Douglas, we have a murderer loose in the building. Should we be spending time investigating Mr. Fitzroy? He is an odious fascist ... but his involvement in such matters may have no relevance to Miss Diamond's death," Hodges felt constrained to point out. Cyril slowly shook his head in disbelief as he looked around at the office. He said nothing but his expression grew cold as ice. Michael as well scanned the room, but his eyes were looking for more technical equipment, including those that might be hidden. "Being a member of the party isn't a crime, Nicola," he explained. "And I doubt poor Nola was a spy of any nature, although I suppose she'd play a convincing Mata Hari, eh?" It did seem to be a perfectly ordinary office, on the surface. However, there was a closed cupboard to one side of the room ... When it was opened, it was found to contain a shortwave radio - able to transmit as well as receive. Whether the authorities knew of its existence was open to question. Whether it was in current use - and what use it was put to - as also an open question. "Perhaps we should let the others know what we've found, especially since his recent escape attempt," the Group Commander suggested. "The Beamans flat is occupied and the pianists looked over when they investigated the body, and the only other is Comrade Fitzroy's; Where if the murderer is waiting, it's not in hiding as we were detailed to discover." "Of course, if it wasn't an unknown assailant, it was a known one," Michael commented. "And that'll lead to an entirely different search of the apartments, I fear." When they emerged from the flat, the sound of voices made it clear that people had now gathered in the Beamans' ... so they adjourned there. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Mon Jan 3 06:22:11 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Mon Jan 3 06:22:17 2005 Subject: [MaC] More searching - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <004001c4f183$bf4b7620$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050103112211.73389.qmail@web50708.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > But this was not an office for Marty's theatrical endeavours. A > glance at > the insignias on the wall - the flash and circle made it quite clear > that > this had been - or possibly still was - used as one of the main > offices of > the British Union of Fascists. > > "Uggggh," Nicola said, shuddering as her face contorted in disgust. > "That > vile, odious man. It's a shame nobody saw fit to strangle HIM in the > darkness." She moved forward towards one of the filing cabinets and > checked > to see if it was unlocked. This was one opportunity she was not about > to let > die. > > It was unlocked - and contained within were files on various people. > Without closer study it was impossible to say whether they were > fioles on > supporters or opponents of the BUF. > > One file was particularly plump - and the name attached to it was > MAUBERLEY, > M. > > (OOC - want to do more checking?) > > "Miss Douglas, we have a murderer loose in the building. Should we > be > spending time investigating Mr. Fitzroy? He is an odious fascist ... > but > his involvement in such matters may have no relevance to Miss > Diamond's > death," Hodges felt constrained to point out. > > Cyril slowly shook his head in disbelief as he looked around at the > office. > He said nothing but his expression grew cold as ice. > > Michael as well scanned the room, but his eyes were looking for more > technical equipment, including those that might be hidden. "Being a > member > of the party isn't a crime, Nicola," he explained. "And I doubt poor > Nola > was a spy of any nature, although I suppose she'd play a convincing > Mata > Hari, eh?" > > It did seem to be a perfectly ordinary office, on the surface. > However, > there was a closed cupboard to one side of the room ... > > When it was opened, it was found to contain a shortwave radio - able > to > transmit as well as receive. Whether the authorities knew of its > existence > was open to question. Whether it was in current use - and what use > it was > put to - as also an open question. Cyril froze at the sight of the radio. Fitzroy had recently requested...no, demanded, radio parts. Cyril hadn't been sure his contacts could get them. Fitzroy had been blunt. "Get them or..." That had been a tough acquisition. > "Perhaps we should let the others know what we've found, especially > since > his recent escape attempt," the Group Commander suggested. "The > Beamans > flat is occupied and the pianists looked over when they investigated > the > body, and the only other is Comrade Fitzroy's; Where if the murderer > is > waiting, it's not in hiding as we were detailed to discover." > > "Of course, if it wasn't an unknown assailant, it was a known one," > Michael > commented. "And that'll lead to an entirely different search of the > apartments, I fear." > > When they emerged from the flat, the sound of voices made it clear > that > people had now gathered in the Beamans' ... so they adjourned there. > > > > > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Send a seasonal email greeting and help others. Do good. http://celebrity.mail.yahoo.com From jadethe2nd at yahoo.com Mon Jan 3 06:43:41 2005 From: jadethe2nd at yahoo.com (Jade) Date: Mon Jan 3 06:43:45 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy - collected In-Reply-To: <001201c4f178$0e73dbe0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050103114341.40224.qmail@web60805.mail.yahoo.com> > "Did you get her the morphine, Mr. Fitzroy?" Pamela > asked, not looking up > from the open bag in her lap. "From where?" Military > material did go missing > in wartime. Pamela didn't grudge poor Nola Diamond > some relief from her > pain -- but if there was a leak, she had a duty to > report it. > > "No I didn't!" said Marty. "Filthy stuff - I don't > hold with it. Women > should keep themselves pure for their menfolk, not > mess up their insides > with a load of junk. That's the trouble with women > today ... messing > themselves up, thinking they can act like men, > instead of concentrating on > being womanly women." > > "Like they do in Germany?" asked Oswald drily. > "Kinder, Kuche und Kirche > and all that, eh?" > > This turned Warrren's head, so that he stared at > Marty. His attention went > from him to Oswald. > > "I'll have you know this," said Marty Fitzroy, > clearly incensed. "Herr > Hitler has done a lot of good for the Reich, and if > we'd had the sense to > listen to men like Moseley, we'd be allied with him > now against our true > enemy, those filthy Communists in Russia." > > He seemed prepared to expand on this theme at > length. > > Marjorie, sitting near the door, almost came off her > chair with clenched > fists. "You better not be helping them Germans, > mister," she said angrily. > "I got a fiance on the front, and so help me I find > out you been helping the > enemy, your life ain't worth a penny, you hear me!" > > Tabitha, although she had been trying to calm > herself while Marjorie spoke, > could no longer contain herself. "You evil > little..." she growled, and > launched herself at Marty with an angry cry, kicking > and clawing at him. > > Marty was a big man, and he should have been more > than a match for the > slighter figure of the nurse. But the ferocity and > unexpectedness of the > attack clearly took him by surprise, and he toppled > from his chair, with > Tabitha on top of him, still kicking and clawing. > > Philip seemed rather surprised by Tabitha's attack, > but showed no > inclination to stop it; indeed, his face wore an > expression of grim > satisfaction. Instead, he merely moved casually > around the combatants, > gathering up any dangerously positioned teacups or > other items that seemed > likely to break and/or spill in the melee. > > Pamela had made a grab for Tabitha as she left the > couch, but missed badly; > her teacup had overturned and spilt its contents > over her dress, the couch, > and the floor. She felt the insistent tingle on her > leg that meant a minor > burn from the hot liquid, but there were more > important matters to attend > to. > > If she restrained Tabitha, that would only give > Fitzroy opportunity to hurt > her, and hurt her he no doubt would, having as he > did all the gentlemanly > feeling of Mrs. Evans's horrid orange cat. So she > stood just outside the > orbit of the fight, waiting for someone else to haul > Fitzroy out of it and > speaking urgently to the nurse. "Tabitha, listen to > me. Tabitha, the > constables will be coming. If you hurt him, you'll > be in trouble yourself. > Tabitha, please -- come out of it!" > > Marjorie's jaw dropped when Tabitha tackled Fitzroy. > "Uh... wait! Don't > kill him! Someone break it up!" > > Oswald and Lucinda exchanged glances, and then > Lucinda moved forward, > hauling Tabitha off, while Oswald moved to grab > Marty, holding him back with > surprising strength. > > "Enough!" said Oswald, "Enough No matter what you > think of his political > opinions, Mrs Rosen, it's the murder we need to > concern ourselves with > here!" "And how do we know that *he's* not the murderer?" Tabitha cried, clenching her fists. "It wouldn't surprise me one bit." She glared at Marty. "Do you have *any idea* what life is like in Germany right now for people like me? What kind of things you have to do just to survive?" Tears were streaming down her cheeks now. "My husband is probably *dead* because of what your precious Herr Hitler is doing!" > Marty sank in top a chair, dabbing at his nose with > a large white > handkerchief. > > "Just keep that woman away from me," he said > thickly. Tabitha narrowed her eyes at him and retook her place on the couch, where she angrily wiped her tears with the back of her hand. > "I'll get something for the blood," Philip said > coldly, setting course for > the bathroom where he kept his bandages. Shortly, he > returned with several > small squares of gauze, which he handed wordlessly > to Fitzroy (and, if > necessary, Tabitha). > > "Maybe it'd've been better for Miss Diamond if > -she'd- stayed away from you, > Mr. Fitzroy," Marjorie countered. She glared at > Fitzroy. "Was she pregnant > by you? Was it yours?" she asked bluntly. > > Marty ignored her. > > "I need my tea, he said, grabbing his cup and > guzzling the remainder. > > Florence returned with another tray of tea at this > point. She did seem able > to lay her hands on an inexhaustible supply of tea > ... and sugar. Marty > shoved his cup forward for a refill. > > "Thank you, Mrs. Beaman," Pamela said as she > accepted a cup in perfectly > steady hands. Then she spoke again to Marty Fitzroy, > as sedately as ever. > "By all appearances, Mr. Fitzroy, if the gentlemen > and ladies present will > forgive me the impropriety, it's =you= who messed up > poor Miss Diamond's > insides with a load of junk." > > At this comment, Philip seemed to come out of his > introspective state. > "Whose was it, Marty?" he asked, with an > unmistakable undertone of menace in > his voice. > > "'Ow should I know?" countered Marty. "She was the > original good time girl > 'ad by all, she was. Running mad after men in > uniform. I told h'er ... she > 'ad to give 'em up, or I'd give 'er up, and she > could go back to dancing in > chorus lines. > > "So it could 'ave been mine. But it could 'ave been > ... anyone's. Only > she'd be able to tell you for certain." > > He shrugged dismissively. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 06:51:50 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 06:51:47 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy - collected References: <00f601c4f144$113829a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <001201c4f178$0e73dbe0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <005c01c4f18a$9ce30100$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > Oswald and Lucinda exchanged glances, and then > Lucinda moved forward, hauling Tabitha off, while Oswald moved to grab > Marty, holding him back with surprising strength. > > "Enough!" said Oswald, "Enough No matter what you > think of his political opinions, Mrs Rosen, it's the murder we need to > concern ourselves with here!" "And how do we know that *he's* not the murderer?" Tabitha cried, clenching her fists. "It wouldn't surprise me one bit." She glared at Marty. "Do you have *any idea* what life is like in Germany right now for people like me? What kind of things you have to do just to survive?" Tears were streaming down her cheeks now. "My husband is probably *dead* because of what your precious Herr Hitler is doing!" > Marty sank in top a chair, dabbing at his nose with > a large white handkerchief. > > "Just keep that woman away from me," he said > thickly. Tabitha narrowed her eyes at him and retook her place on the couch, where she angrily wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "Yes," said Marty, looking at her from behind the handkerchief. "And you're no better than you should be, are you? I 'eard about you ... and what you got up to in Bethnal Green." > "I'll get something for the blood," Philip said > coldly, setting course for the bathroom where he kept his bandages. > Shortly, he > returned with several small squares of gauze, which he handed wordlessly > to Fitzroy (and, if necessary, Tabitha). > > "Maybe it'd've been better for Miss Diamond if > -she'd- stayed away from you, Mr. Fitzroy," Marjorie countered. She > glared at > Fitzroy. "Was she pregnant by you? Was it yours?" she asked bluntly. > > Marty ignored her. > > "I need my tea, he said, grabbing his cup and > guzzling the remainder. > > Florence returned with another tray of tea at this > point. She did seem able to lay her hands on an inexhaustible supply of > tea > ... and sugar. Marty shoved his cup forward for a refill. > > "Thank you, Mrs. Beaman," Pamela said as she > accepted a cup in perfectly steady hands. Then she spoke again to Marty > Fitzroy, > as sedately as ever. "By all appearances, Mr. Fitzroy, if the gentlemen > and ladies present will forgive me the impropriety, it's =you= who messed > up > poor Miss Diamond's insides with a load of junk." > > At this comment, Philip seemed to come out of his > introspective state. "Whose was it, Marty?" he asked, with an > unmistakable undertone of menace in his voice. > > "'Ow should I know?" countered Marty. "She was the > original good time girl 'ad by all, she was. Running mad after men in > uniform. I told h'er ... she 'ad to give 'em up, or I'd give 'er up, and > she > could go back to dancing in chorus lines. > > "So it could 'ave been mine. But it could 'ave been > ... anyone's. Only she'd be able to tell you for certain." > > He shrugged dismissively. At this pont, the searchers entered - Hodge, Michael, Cyril and Nicola, with news of what they had found in the other flat. (OOC - feel free to past details here, searchers, and others - feel free to respond). Marty rose to his feet. "So?" he said. "I'm a member of a political organisation." "And many of their members are in prison," said Lucinda. Marty was looking pale, despite his bravado. "And you also had a shortwave radio in the office - in a flat rented by you," continued Oswald. Marty was taking on a greenish tinge. Florence, startled, turned to her husband. "Oh Cyril, you didn't ... " she began - and then clapped a hand over her mouth. Marty had risen. "I'm going to the bathroom," he announced, and then moved in that direction at a rather rapid turn of speed. Lucinda looked worried. "Should someone be going with him?" she asked. "He won't be able to force his way out of the window," said Oswald, "and I can see the door from here." As he was speaking, Marion, Anton and Richard arrived. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 06:52:51 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 06:52:53 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James References: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth><1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com><00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com><018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>Shortly afterwards, Braham Davis, at the foot of the stairs, heard some >>>quiet steps and - looking up - saw James Drake coming down to join him. > > Braham gave him a friendly smile but remained silent as he approached. > >>"Mr. Davis" James said as he descended the stairs toward Braham. "I >>thought that we might share a few words while you wait down here." The >>tone of James' voice was unreadable, as if he was deliberately trying to >>mask his intentions and his mood. > > "Certainly," Braham replied his tone curious. "What can I do for you?" > At this point, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Arabella came into view. From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Mon Jan 3 07:29:32 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Mon Jan 3 07:29:41 2005 Subject: [MaC] More searching - Nicola, Michael & Hodges In-Reply-To: <20050103112211.73389.qmail@web50708.mail.yahoo.com> References: <004001c4f183$bf4b7620$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <20050103112211.73389.qmail@web50708.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <3b089f7c05010304297b485b1b@mail.gmail.com> > > "Miss Douglas, we have a murderer loose in the building. Should we > > be > > spending time investigating Mr. Fitzroy? He is an odious fascist ... > > but > > his involvement in such matters may have no relevance to Miss > > Diamond's > > death," Hodges felt constrained to point out. "Or it could have everything to do with it old chap," Michael offered. "We haven't found anyone, and he's the only one that tried to flee, so far." "Trust me, Skeffers isn't a happy bloke when the murderer gets away." > > Cyril slowly shook his head in disbelief as he looked around at the > > office. > > He said nothing but his expression grew cold as ice. > > > > Michael as well scanned the room, but his eyes were looking for more > > technical equipment, including those that might be hidden. "Being a > > member > > of the party isn't a crime, Nicola," he explained. "And I doubt poor > > Nola > > was a spy of any nature, although I suppose she'd play a convincing > > Mata > > Hari, eh?" > > > > It did seem to be a perfectly ordinary office, on the surface. > > However, > > there was a closed cupboard to one side of the room ... > > > > When it was opened, it was found to contain a shortwave radio - able > > to > > transmit as well as receive. Whether the authorities knew of its > > existence > > was open to question. Whether it was in current use - and what use > > it was > > put to - as also an open question. > > Cyril froze at the sight of the radio. Fitzroy had recently > requested...no, demanded, radio parts. Cyril hadn't been sure his > contacts could get them. Fitzroy had been blunt. "Get them or..." > That had been a tough acquisition. With a few practiced movements, Michael had the case opened and had removed a few tubes. "That should be that for the moment," he commented, the tubes going into his breast pocket. > > "Perhaps we should let the others know what we've found, especially > > since > > his recent escape attempt," the Group Commander suggested. "The > > Beamans > > flat is occupied and the pianists looked over when they investigated > > the > > body, and the only other is Comrade Fitzroy's; Where if the murderer > > is > > waiting, it's not in hiding as we were detailed to discover." > > > > "Of course, if it wasn't an unknown assailant, it was a known one," > > Michael > > commented. "And that'll lead to an entirely different search of the > > apartments, I fear." > > > > When they emerged from the flat, the sound of voices made it clear > > that > > people had now gathered in the Beamans' ... so they adjourned there. [ Off to the other thread, me thinks...] From jadethe2nd at yahoo.com Mon Jan 3 07:36:05 2005 From: jadethe2nd at yahoo.com (Jade) Date: Mon Jan 3 07:36:10 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy - collected In-Reply-To: <005c01c4f18a$9ce30100$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050103123605.2128.qmail@web60807.mail.yahoo.com> > Oswald and Lucinda exchanged glances, and then > Lucinda moved forward, hauling Tabitha off, while Oswald moved to grab > Marty, holding him back with surprising strength. > > "Enough!" said Oswald, "Enough No matter what you > think of his political opinions, Mrs Rosen, it's the murder we need to > concern ourselves with here!" "And how do we know that *he's* not the murderer?" Tabitha cried, clenching her fists. "It wouldn't surprise me one bit." She glared at Marty. "Do you have *any idea* what life is like in Germany right now for people like me? What kind of things you have to do just to survive?" Tears were streaming down her cheeks now. "My husband is probably *dead* because of what your precious Herr Hitler is doing!" > Marty sank in top a chair, dabbing at his nose with > a large white handkerchief. > > "Just keep that woman away from me," he said > thickly. Tabitha narrowed her eyes at him and retook her place on the couch, where she angrily wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "Yes," said Marty, looking at her from behind the handkerchief. "And you're no better than you should be, are you? I 'eard about you ... and what you got up to in Bethnal Green." She gasped, and a small sob escaped her. > "I'll get something for the blood," Philip said > coldly, setting course for the bathroom where he kept his bandages. > Shortly, he > returned with several small squares of gauze, which he handed wordlessly > to Fitzroy (and, if necessary, Tabitha). > > "Maybe it'd've been better for Miss Diamond if > -she'd- stayed away from you, Mr. Fitzroy," Marjorie countered. She > glared at > Fitzroy. "Was she pregnant by you? Was it yours?" she asked bluntly. > > Marty ignored her. > > "I need my tea, he said, grabbing his cup and > guzzling the remainder. > > Florence returned with another tray of tea at this > point. She did seem able to lay her hands on an inexhaustible supply of > tea > ... and sugar. Marty shoved his cup forward for a refill. > > "Thank you, Mrs. Beaman," Pamela said as she > accepted a cup in perfectly steady hands. Then she spoke again to Marty > Fitzroy, > as sedately as ever. "By all appearances, Mr. Fitzroy, if the gentlemen > and ladies present will forgive me the impropriety, it's =you= who messed > up > poor Miss Diamond's insides with a load of junk." > > At this comment, Philip seemed to come out of his > introspective state. "Whose was it, Marty?" he asked, with an > unmistakable undertone of menace in his voice. > > "'Ow should I know?" countered Marty. "She was the > original good time girl 'ad by all, she was. Running mad after men in > uniform. I told h'er ... she 'ad to give 'em up, or I'd give 'er up, and > she > could go back to dancing in chorus lines. > > "So it could 'ave been mine. But it could 'ave been > ... anyone's. Only she'd be able to tell you for certain." > > He shrugged dismissively. At this pont, the searchers entered - Hodge, Michael, Cyril and Nicola, with news of what they had found in the other flat. (OOC - feel free to past details here, searchers, and others - feel free to respond). Marty rose to his feet. "So?" he said. "I'm a member of a political organisation." "And many of their members are in prison," said Lucinda. Marty was looking pale, despite his bravado. "And you also had a shortwave radio in the office - in a flat rented by you," continued Oswald. Marty was taking on a greenish tinge. Florence, startled, turned to her husband. "Oh Cyril, you didn't ... " she began - and then clapped a hand over her mouth. Marty had risen. "I'm going to the bathroom," he announced, and then moved in that direction at a rather rapid turn of speed. Lucinda looked worried. "Should someone be going with him?" she asked. "He won't be able to force his way out of the window," said Oswald, "and I can see the door from here." As he was speaking, Marion, Anton and Richard arrived. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com From rmpruehs at cac.net Mon Jan 3 08:06:12 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Mon Jan 3 08:16:15 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme In-Reply-To: <00e701c4f131$5c7612f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net> <014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050102191701.04b5da30@mail.cac.net> <00e701c4f131$5c7612f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050103080510.04020d78@mail.cac.net> Arabella nodded slightly. She, for one, would have been hard pressed to find such 'help' had she been approached. Some women knew where to obtain the necessary expertise, of course, or these things would not happen. Esme's words also reinforced her original thoughts that someone else had been involved with the poor girl - for really, if Marty Fitzroy had gotten Nola Diamond in her condition, would she have turned for help to Fitzroy's wife? "Mrs. Fitzroy," she asked, "you seemed anxious long before the tragedy occurred. What has been upsetting you so?" "Nothing," said Esme nervously, twisting her handkerchief even more. "I'm just worried about my sister, that's all, with all this dreadful bombing. She ... she lives in the East End. In Bethnal Green." "That," Vangie declared, her alto voice a quelling knell of certainty, "is not all you're worried about. Isn't it time you told the truth? You've told at least two lies tonight...and those are only the ones I know of." Esme looked at her apprehensively. "What do you mean?" she asked. "What you're really upset about is that letter." From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Mon Jan 3 08:37:42 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Mon Jan 3 08:37:47 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <00f601c4f144$113829a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <00c501c4f12c$3a4cc020$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <00f601c4f144$113829a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <3b089f7c0501030537876a59e@mail.gmail.com> On Sun, 2 Jan 2005 22:26:46 -0500, Brian Schoner wrote: > > Oswald and Lucinda exchanged glances, and then Lucinda moved forward, > > hauling Tabitha off, while Oswald moved to grab Marty, > > holding him back with surprising strength. > > > > "Enough!" said Oswald, "Enough No matter what you think of > > his political opinions, Mrs Rosen, it's the murder we need to > > concern ourserlves with here!" > > > > Marty sank in top a chair, dabbing at his nose with a large white > > handkerchief. > > > > "Just keep that woman away from me," he said thickly. > > "I'll get something for the blood," Philip said coldly, setting course for > the bathroom where he kept his bandages. Shortly, he returned with several > small squares of gauze, which he handed wordlessly to Fitzroy (and, if > necessary, Tabitha). Michael kneeled at Tabitha's side, offering his handkerchief. "Was it just the politics, Mrs. Rosen?" he asked softly. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 08:40:02 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 08:40:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com><6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net><014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050102191701.04b5da30@mail.cac.net><00e701c4f131$5c7612f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103080510.04020d78@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <00aa01c4f199$ba1cdac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > "Mrs. Fitzroy," she asked, "you seemed anxious long before the tragedy > occurred. What has been upsetting you so?" > > "Nothing," said Esme nervously, twisting her handkerchief even more. "I'm > just worried about my sister, that's all, with all this dreadful bombing. > She ... she lives in the East End. In Bethnal Green." > > "That," Vangie declared, her alto voice a quelling knell of certainty, "is > not all you're worried about. Isn't it time you told the truth? You've > told at least two lies tonight...and those are only the ones I know of." > > Esme looked at her apprehensively. > > "What do you mean?" she asked. > > "What you're really upset about is that letter." Esme looked around. Now that Cyril and Arabella had left, Esme and Vangie were alone together. "Yes," she said at last. "She is in Bethnal Green, you know. But ... our lives have been very different. I married Marty and we became rich ... and she ... she helps girls in the East End. And Marty found out!" She dissolved into tears. From jvstin at mindspring.com Mon Jan 3 09:05:30 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Mon Jan 3 09:05:45 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James In-Reply-To: <006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth><1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com><00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com><018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41D9512A.8050803@mindspring.com> on 1/3/2005 5:52 AM Mel Mason said the following: >>>> Shortly afterwards, Braham Davis, at the foot of the stairs, heard >>>> some quiet steps and - looking up - saw James Drake coming down to >>>> join him. >> >> >> Braham gave him a friendly smile but remained silent as he approached. >> >>> "Mr. Davis" James said as he descended the stairs toward Braham. "I >>> thought that we might share a few words while you wait down here." >>> The tone of James' voice was unreadable, as if he was deliberately >>> trying to mask his intentions and his mood. >> >> >> "Certainly," Braham replied his tone curious. "What can I do for you?" >> "It is the matter of the..." James stopped speaking at the first sound of footsteps. > > At this point, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Arabella > came into view. > " Lady Arabella" James said, turning toward the newcomer. "How good of you to join us." {Tag Braham, Arabella} From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Mon Jan 3 09:12:47 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Mon Jan 3 09:13:27 2005 Subject: [MaC] Richard: Wandering (to the Skeffington-Nottles' Flat) References: <01bd01c4efff$3c1ed8d0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh><00d701c4f02e$36e621f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><001d01c4f038$3a1c3b20$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh><41D7271B.B0647084@erols.com><018a01c4f060$0b98dab0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><005701c4f12f$7fcdfee0$6400a8c0@gooberfeesh><010f01c4f133$17ca0c40$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D8ABAB.5B80B72@erols.com> <002501c4f181$4ff83bc0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <00c001c4f19e$65830a70$2200000a@FrontDesk> "I think we may as well all go back upstairs, though, don't you?" > she asked the men. "I don't see any point in staying down here." > Anton nodded, in curt agreement. As they set out up the stairs, they passed Arabella heading down the stairs. Richard seemed about to say something, but decided against it at the last moment, watching as she descended the stair. From veazeyae at gmail.com Mon Jan 3 09:13:46 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Mon Jan 3 09:13:51 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy - collected In-Reply-To: <20050103123605.2128.qmail@web60807.mail.yahoo.com> References: <005c01c4f18a$9ce30100$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <20050103123605.2128.qmail@web60807.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "I'm going to the bathroom," he announced, and then > moved in that > direction > at a rather rapid turn of speed. > > Lucinda looked worried. > > "Should someone be going with him?" she asked. > > "He won't be able to force his way out of the window," > said Oswald, > "and I > can see the door from here." > > As he was speaking, Marion, Anton and Richard arrived. > "I had heard this," Warren said, as Fitzroy headed towards the bathroom. "I also heard that you disavowed it. Rather publicly, didn't you? But a leopard doesn't easily change his spots. A leopard... or a German eagle." From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Mon Jan 3 09:16:43 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Mon Jan 3 09:17:27 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy - collected References: <20050103123605.2128.qmail@web60807.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <00c301c4f19e$f5e9e610$2200000a@FrontDesk> At this pont, the searchers entered - Hodge, Michael, Cyril and Nicola, with news of what they had found in the other flat. (OOC - feel free to past details here, searchers, and others - feel free to respond). Marty rose to his feet. "So?" he said. "I'm a member of a political organisation." "And many of their members are in prison," said Lucinda. Marty was looking pale, despite his bravado. "And you also had a shortwave radio in the office - in a flat rented by you," continued Oswald. Marty was taking on a greenish tinge. Florence, startled, turned to her husband. "Oh Cyril, you didn't ... " she began - and then clapped a hand over her mouth. Marty had risen. "I'm going to the bathroom," he announced, and then moved in that direction at a rather rapid turn of speed. Lucinda looked worried. "Should someone be going with him?" she asked. "He won't be able to force his way out of the window," said Oswald, "and I can see the door from here." As he was speaking, Marion, Anton and Richard arrived. "I had heard this," Warren said, as Fitzroy headed towards the bathroom. "I also heard that you disavowed it. Rather publicly, didn't you? But a leopard doesn't easily change his spots. A leopard... or a German eagle." Richard's eyes widened as the entered the room, and he glanced about. "This seems to have moved beyond the murder of an actress..." From dorothea at textartisan.com Mon Jan 3 09:23:17 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Mon Jan 3 09:25:26 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <3b089f7c0501030537876a59e@mail.gmail.com> References: <00c501c4f12c$3a4cc020$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <00f601c4f144$113829a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <3b089f7c0501030537876a59e@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <41D95555.7040003@textartisan.com> > Michael kneeled at Tabitha's side, offering his handkerchief. "Was it > just the politics, Mrs. Rosen?" he asked softly. Pamela put her arm around Tabitha's shoulders and drew her away from him, twitching her skirt aside with her other hand to keep the wet tea-stain away from Tabitha's gown. She said nothing aloud, but her brief resentful glance at Coldsmith-Briggs said "Leave her be, can't you?" louder than words. From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Mon Jan 3 09:29:48 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Mon Jan 3 09:29:56 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <41D95555.7040003@textartisan.com> References: <00c501c4f12c$3a4cc020$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <00f601c4f144$113829a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <3b089f7c0501030537876a59e@mail.gmail.com> <41D95555.7040003@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <3b089f7c0501030629757379bf@mail.gmail.com> On Mon, 03 Jan 2005 08:23:17 -0600, Dorothea Salo wrote: > > Michael kneeled at Tabitha's side, offering his handkerchief. "Was it > > just the politics, Mrs. Rosen?" he asked softly. > > Pamela put her arm around Tabitha's shoulders and drew her away from > him, twitching her skirt aside with her other hand to keep the wet > tea-stain away from Tabitha's gown. She said nothing aloud, but her > brief resentful glance at Coldsmith-Briggs said "Leave her be, can't > you?" louder than words. Michael doesn't seem pleased, but looks about the room. "Pamela, where's your mother?" There's obvious concern in his voice. From faespinner at yahoo.com Mon Jan 3 09:37:54 2005 From: faespinner at yahoo.com (Tara Kunkel) Date: Mon Jan 3 09:38:27 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James In-Reply-To: <41D9512A.8050803@mindspring.com> References: <006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com> <005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com> <00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com> <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <5.1.0.14.0.20050103093512.02868e48@pop.mail.yahoo.com> >>>"Certainly," Braham replied his tone curious. "What can I do for you?" >"It is the matter of the..." James stopped speaking at the first sound of >footsteps. >>At this point, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Arabella >>came into view. >"Lady Arabella" James said, turning toward the newcomer. "How good of you >to join us." "Indeed," Braham said as he tried to echo the sentiment. His eyes were a bit suspicious however. It seemed rather odd for the woman to be wandering alone, "Is there something we can help you with?" {Tag James, Arabella} From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 09:44:59 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 09:45:05 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <00c501c4f12c$3a4cc020$0202a8c0@Behemoth><00f601c4f144$113829a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC><3b089f7c0501030537876a59e@mail.gmail.com><41D95555.7040003@textartisan.com> <3b089f7c0501030629757379bf@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <00e101c4f1a2$cd617a10$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Pamela put her arm around Tabitha's shoulders and drew her away >> from >> him, twitching her skirt aside with her other hand to keep the wet >> tea-stain away from Tabitha's gown. She said nothing aloud, but her >> brief resentful glance at Coldsmith-Briggs said "Leave her be, can't >> you?" louder than words. > > Michael doesn't seem pleased, but looks about the room. "Pamela, > where's your mother?" There's obvious concern in his voice. > >From the downstairs bathroom came the sound of Marty Fitzroy being violently ill. From dorothea at textartisan.com Mon Jan 3 09:45:44 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Mon Jan 3 09:47:52 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <3b089f7c0501030629757379bf@mail.gmail.com> References: <00c501c4f12c$3a4cc020$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <00f601c4f144$113829a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <3b089f7c0501030537876a59e@mail.gmail.com> <41D95555.7040003@textartisan.com> <3b089f7c0501030629757379bf@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <41D95A98.7020900@textartisan.com> > Michael didn't seem pleased, but looked about the room. "Pamela, > where's your mother?" There was obvious concern in his voice. "I -- I don't know. She was in Fitzroys' when I left to go see to Miss Diamond. I thought she -- I don't know where she is." Pamela's fingers on Tabitha's shoulder went cold as new snow. From jadethe2nd at yahoo.com Mon Jan 3 10:57:43 2005 From: jadethe2nd at yahoo.com (Jade) Date: Mon Jan 3 10:57:46 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <3b089f7c0501030629757379bf@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20050103155743.71677.qmail@web60810.mail.yahoo.com> > > > Michael kneeled at Tabitha's side, offering his > handkerchief. "Was it > > > just the politics, Mrs. Rosen?" he asked softly. Tabitha sniffed and took the handkerchief. "I..." > > > > Pamela put her arm around Tabitha's > shoulders and drew her away from > > him, twitching her skirt aside with her other hand > to keep the wet > > tea-stain away from Tabitha's gown. She said > nothing aloud, but her > > brief resentful glance at Coldsmith-Briggs said > "Leave her be, can't > > you?" louder than words. > > Michael doesn't seem pleased, but looks about the > room. "Pamela, > where's your mother?" There's obvious concern in his > voice. > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - Find what you need with new enhanced search. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From jvstin at mindspring.com Mon Jan 3 12:30:24 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Mon Jan 3 12:30:33 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James In-Reply-To: <5.1.0.14.0.20050103093512.02868e48@pop.mail.yahoo.com> References: <006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com> <005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com> <00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com> <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <5.1.0.14.0.20050103093512.02868e48@pop.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41D98130.5020906@mindspring.com> on 1/3/2005 8:37 AM Tara Kunkel said the following: > >>>> "Certainly," Braham replied his tone curious. "What can I do for you?" > > >> "It is the matter of the..." James stopped speaking at the first sound >> of footsteps. > > >>> At this point, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and >>> Arabella came into view. > > >> "Lady Arabella" James said, turning toward the newcomer. "How good of >> you to join us." > > > "Indeed," Braham said as he tried to echo the sentiment. His eyes were a > bit suspicious however. It seemed rather odd for the woman to be > wandering alone, "Is there something we can help you with?" > James continued to regard Arabella, content to wait her answer before pressing Braham with his original matter. > {Tag Braham, Arabella} From hmace at elfworks.com Mon Jan 3 14:42:23 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Mon Jan 3 14:36:59 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy Message-ID: <200501031442.AA1272512754@elfworks.com> [Please please please try to answer the last post in the thread? It keeps threads from spliting, and that's good.] >>> Pamela put her arm around Tabitha's shoulders and drew her away from >>> him, twitching her skirt aside with her other hand to keep the wet >>> tea-stain away from Tabitha's gown. She said nothing aloud, but her >>> brief resentful glance at Coldsmith-Briggs said "Leave her be, can't >>> you?" louder than words. >> >> Michael doesn't seem pleased, but looks about the room. "Pamela, >> where's your mother?" There's obvious concern in his voice. >> > >From the downstairs bathroom came the sound of Marty Fitzroy being violently >ill. > >"I -- I don't know. She was in Fitzroys' when I left to go see to Miss >Diamond. I thought she -- I don't know where she is." Pamela's fingers >on Tabitha's shoulder went cold as new snow. Marjorie, sitting by the stairs, suddenly startled at the sounds from below. "Hey! Fitzroy's throwing up! I think something's wrong!" she yelled at the room as she hurried down the stairs to the bathroom. She ran over to the bathroom door and tried the handle. "Fitzroy! Open up in there!" ________________________________________________________________ Sent via the WebMail system at elfworks.com From Brian.Schoner at BellSouth.com Mon Jan 3 14:46:32 2005 From: Brian.Schoner at BellSouth.com (Schoner, Brian) Date: Mon Jan 3 14:47:23 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy - collected Message-ID: <272200DA1F3BC5418E2C925D433BAEE390DE53@01al10015010153.ad.bls.com> > "I'm going to the bathroom," he announced, and then > moved in that direction at a rather rapid turn of speed. > > Lucinda looked worried. > > "Should someone be going with him?" she asked. > > "He won't be able to force his way out of the window," > said Oswald, "and I can see the door from here." Philip, putting a finger to his lips, moved to the now-closed door of the bathroom and listened, in case Fitzroy was up to something. ***** The information transmitted is intended only for the person or entity to which it is addressed and may contain confidential, proprietary, and/or privileged material. Any review, retransmission, dissemination or other use of, or taking of any action in reliance upon this information by persons or entities other than the intended recipient is prohibited. If you received this in error, please contact the sender and delete the material from all computers. 162 From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 14:57:27 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 14:58:32 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <200501031442.AA1272512754@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <019401c4f1ce$7389bc60$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>> Pamela put her arm around Tabitha's shoulders and drew her away from >>>> him, twitching her skirt aside with her other hand to keep the wet >>>> tea-stain away from Tabitha's gown. She said nothing aloud, but her >>>> brief resentful glance at Coldsmith-Briggs said "Leave her be, can't >>>> you?" louder than words. >>> >>> Michael doesn't seem pleased, but looks about the room. "Pamela, >>> where's your mother?" There's obvious concern in his voice. >>> >> > From the downstairs bathroom came the sound of Marty Fitzroy being > violently >>ill. >> >>"I -- I don't know. She was in Fitzroys' when I left to go see to Miss >>Diamond. I thought she -- I don't know where she is." Pamela's fingers >>on Tabitha's shoulder went cold as new snow. > > > Marjorie, sitting by the stairs, suddenly startled at the sounds from > below. "Hey! Fitzroy's throwing up! I think something's wrong!" > she yelled at the room as she hurried down the stairs to the bathroom. > > She ran over to the bathroom door and tried the handle. "Fitzroy! > Open up in there!" > Philip, putting a finger to his lips, moved to the now-closed door of the bathroom and listened, in case Fitzroy was up to something. (OOC - actually, the bathroom is on the lower floor of the penthouse flats, while you are all upstairs (in Flat 19). See: http://www.amberpbem.net/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/~MurderAtChristmas/Main/PenthouseLowerLevel and http://www.amberpbem.net/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/~MurderAtChristmas/Main/PenthouseUpperLevel When Fitzroy hurried to the bathroom, Osawald moved to the top of the stairs so that he could look down the stairs and across the hall to the bathroom door. People can hurry down there and try to get him out, but bear in mind you'll be going down a flight of stairs). All that could be heard was Fitzroy groaning, and then being violently ill again. Finally, Marjorie and Philip made out words. "I've ... been ... poisoned!" The door was resolutely locked - it was possible that Fitzroy was too far gone to open it. From Mrfury28 at aol.com Mon Jan 3 15:59:02 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Mon Jan 3 15:59:11 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy Message-ID: <05D9FD1D.41BC3D43.007D37FB@aol.com> All that could be heard was Fitzroy groaning, and then being violently ill again. Finally, Marjorie and Philip made out words. ?"I've ... been ... poisoned!" The door was resolutely locked - it was possible that Fitzroy was too far gone to open it. OOC: Would Hodges' pass key work on the loo doors? From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 16:29:51 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 16:29:53 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <05D9FD1D.41BC3D43.007D37FB@aol.com> Message-ID: <01b301c4f1db$5c645e70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > All that could be heard was Fitzroy groaning, and then being violently ill > again. > > Finally, Marjorie and Philip made out words. "I've ... been ... poisoned!" > > The door was resolutely locked - it was possible that Fitzroy was too far > gone to open it. > > > OOC: > Would Hodges' pass key work on the loo doors? > OOc - yes ... if it was locked. But if it was bolted from within (which is more likely), then ... no. So give it a go From nowsounds at comcast.net Mon Jan 3 16:32:19 2005 From: nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds) Date: Mon Jan 3 16:34:09 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James References: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth><1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com><00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com><018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com><006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D9512A.8050803@mindspring.com> Message-ID: <006a01c4f1db$ed092d70$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> >>> "Certainly," Braham replied his tone curious. "What can I do for you?" >>> > "It is the matter of the..." James stopped speaking at the first sound of > footsteps. >> >> At this point, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Arabella >> came into view. >> > " Lady Arabella" James said, turning toward the newcomer. "How good of you > to join us." Arabella never corrected anyone about her proper title, and certainly would not do so at a time like this, with so many more important things on everyone's minds. She smiled at the two men and said, "Not that it wouldn't be charming, but I was just going to check on Flash. I'm sure that all these comings and goings, and fuss outside -- not to mention in the building -- has disconcerted him. Dogs sense things far more than people do. Well, some people, don't you think?" From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Mon Jan 3 16:48:55 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Mon Jan 3 16:48:58 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <019401c4f1ce$7389bc60$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050103214855.7951.qmail@web50703.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > >>>> Pamela put her arm around Tabitha's shoulders and drew her away > from > >>>> him, twitching her skirt aside with her other hand to keep the > wet > >>>> tea-stain away from Tabitha's gown. She said nothing aloud, but > her > >>>> brief resentful glance at Coldsmith-Briggs said "Leave her be, > can't > >>>> you?" louder than words. > >>> > >>> Michael doesn't seem pleased, but looks about the room. "Pamela, > >>> where's your mother?" There's obvious concern in his voice. > >>> > >> > > From the downstairs bathroom came the sound of Marty Fitzroy being > > violently > >>ill. > >> > >>"I -- I don't know. She was in Fitzroys' when I left to go see to > Miss > >>Diamond. I thought she -- I don't know where she is." Pamela's > fingers > >>on Tabitha's shoulder went cold as new snow. > > > > > > Marjorie, sitting by the stairs, suddenly startled at the sounds > from > > below. "Hey! Fitzroy's throwing up! I think something's wrong!" > > she yelled at the room as she hurried down the stairs to the > bathroom. > > > > She ran over to the bathroom door and tried the handle. "Fitzroy! > > Open up in there!" > > > > Philip, putting a finger to his lips, moved to the now-closed door of > the bathroom and listened, in case Fitzroy was up to something. > > > (OOC - actually, the bathroom is on the lower floor of the penthouse > flats, > while you are all upstairs (in Flat 19). See: > http://www.amberpbem.net/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/~MurderAtChristmas/Main/PenthouseLowerLevel > > and > http://www.amberpbem.net/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/~MurderAtChristmas/Main/PenthouseUpperLevel > > When Fitzroy hurried to the bathroom, Osawald moved to the top of the > stairs > so that he could look down the stairs and across the hall to the > bathroom > door. People can hurry down there and try to get him out, but bear > in mind > you'll be going down a flight of stairs). > > All that could be heard was Fitzroy groaning, and then being > violently ill > again. > > Finally, Marjorie and Philip made out words. "I've ... been ... > poisoned!" > > The door was resolutely locked - it was possible that Fitzroy was too > far > gone to open it. Despite this being his own loo in his own flat, Cyril actually backed away from the stairs and moved toward the chair where Marty Fitzroy had been sitting moments before. He picked up Fitzroy's teacup and sniffed, trying to detect anything that did not smell like tea. He looked at Florence inquiringly. > > > > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - 250MB free storage. Do more. Manage less. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 16:56:58 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 16:57:07 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <20050103214855.7951.qmail@web50703.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <01d501c4f1df$25e62fa0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> When Fitzroy hurried to the bathroom, Osawald moved to the top of the >> stairs >> so that he could look down the stairs and across the hall to the >> bathroom >> door. People can hurry down there and try to get him out, but bear >> in mind >> you'll be going down a flight of stairs). >> >> All that could be heard was Fitzroy groaning, and then being >> violently ill >> again. >> >> Finally, Marjorie and Philip made out words. "I've ... been ... >> poisoned!" >> >> The door was resolutely locked - it was possible that Fitzroy was too >> far >> gone to open it. > > Despite this being his own loo in his own flat, Cyril actually backed > away from the stairs and moved toward the chair where Marty Fitzroy had > been sitting moments before. He picked up Fitzroy's teacup and > sniffed, trying to detect anything that did not smell like tea. He > looked at Florence inquiringly. >> There seemed to be a greyish sediment at the bottom of Fitzroy's cup - although there was no smell. Florence simply stared back at him, bewildered. "What is it, Cyril?" she asked. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Mon Jan 3 17:08:28 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Mon Jan 3 17:08:31 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <01d501c4f1df$25e62fa0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050103220828.6584.qmail@web50706.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > > >> When Fitzroy hurried to the bathroom, Osawald moved to the top of > the > >> stairs > >> so that he could look down the stairs and across the hall to the > >> bathroom > >> door. People can hurry down there and try to get him out, but > bear > >> in mind > >> you'll be going down a flight of stairs). > >> > >> All that could be heard was Fitzroy groaning, and then being > >> violently ill > >> again. > >> > >> Finally, Marjorie and Philip made out words. "I've ... been ... > >> poisoned!" > >> > >> The door was resolutely locked - it was possible that Fitzroy was > too > >> far > >> gone to open it. > > > > Despite this being his own loo in his own flat, Cyril actually > backed > > away from the stairs and moved toward the chair where Marty Fitzroy > had > > been sitting moments before. He picked up Fitzroy's teacup and > > sniffed, trying to detect anything that did not smell like tea. He > > looked at Florence inquiringly. > >> > > There seemed to be a greyish sediment at the bottom of Fitzroy's cup > - > although there was no smell. Florence simply stared back at him, > bewildered. > > "What is it, Cyril?" she asked. Almost frantically, Cyril grabbed an empty cup and poured more tea out of the pot. As he stared into the cup to see if it looked the same as Fitzroy's, he asked Florence, "Is this the same tea you served the others, dear?" > > > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Send a seasonal email greeting and help others. Do good. http://celebrity.mail.yahoo.com From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Mon Jan 3 18:03:31 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Mon Jan 3 18:03:38 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <019401c4f1ce$7389bc60$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <011c01c4f1e8$748c6080$96f1fea9@BriansPC> >> From the downstairs bathroom came the sound of Marty Fitzroy being >> violently ill. "Sounds like he's as sick of himself as I am of him," Philip said wryly. > Finally, Marjorie and Philip made out words. "I've ... been ... poisoned!" Philip's expression changed to one of severe concern as he attempted to open the door. > The door was resolutely locked - it was possible that Fitzroy was too > far gone to open it. [OOC: Mel, does the fire escape (presuming there is one) extend to the bathroom window? If so, Philip will head out and try to get in that way.] From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 18:05:57 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 18:05:57 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <011c01c4f1e8$748c6080$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <020701c4f1e8$c9322570$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> From the downstairs bathroom came the sound of Marty Fitzroy being >> violently ill. "Sounds like he's as sick of himself as I am of him," Philip said wryly. > Finally, Marjorie and Philip made out words. "I've ... been ... poisoned!" Philip's expression changed to one of severe concern as he attempted to open the door. > The door was resolutely locked - it was possible that Fitzroy was too > far gone to open it. [OOC: Mel, does the fire escape (presuming there is one) extend to the bathroom window? If so, Philip will head out and try to get in that way.] OOC - Yes - but it will be rather difficult for Philip with his injured hand. He can certainly have a go, though. (Shades of CC and the train rook, I feel!) From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 18:08:19 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 18:08:21 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <20050103220828.6584.qmail@web50706.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <020b01c4f1e9$1e34fe80$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > Despite this being his own loo in his own flat, Cyril actually >> backed >> > away from the stairs and moved toward the chair where Marty Fitzroy >> had >> > been sitting moments before. He picked up Fitzroy's teacup and >> > sniffed, trying to detect anything that did not smell like tea. He >> > looked at Florence inquiringly. >> >> >> >> There seemed to be a greyish sediment at the bottom of Fitzroy's cup >> - >> although there was no smell. Florence simply stared back at him, >> bewildered. >> >> "What is it, Cyril?" she asked. > > Almost frantically, Cyril grabbed an empty cup and poured more tea out > of the pot. As he stared into the cup to see if it looked the same as > Fitzroy's, he asked Florence, "Is this the same tea you served the > others, dear?" > "No," said Florence. "This is a new pot. The old one was all finsihed. so I poured away the dregs, pu the tea leaves in the drainer, and made a fesh pot with new leaves." There was certainly no redisue in this cup. However, several people in the room might be surprised to learn that the Beamans could be so extravagent with their tea ... most people made the leaves do for several pots. From rmpruehs at cac.net Mon Jan 3 18:16:27 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Mon Jan 3 18:18:17 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme In-Reply-To: <00aa01c4f199$ba1cdac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net> <014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050102191701.04b5da30@mail.cac.net> <00e701c4f131$5c7612f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103080510.04020d78@mail.cac.net> <00aa01c4f199$ba1cdac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050103181529.04036eb8@mail.cac.net> At 08:40 AM 1/3/2005, you wrote: >>"Mrs. Fitzroy," she asked, "you seemed anxious long before the tragedy >>occurred. What has been upsetting you so?" >> >>"Nothing," said Esme nervously, twisting her handkerchief even >>more. "I'm just worried about my sister, that's all, with all this >>dreadful bombing. She ... she lives in the East End. In Bethnal Green." >> >>"That," Vangie declared, her alto voice a quelling knell of certainty, >>"is not all you're worried about. Isn't it time you told the truth? >>You've told at least two lies tonight...and those are only the ones I know of." >> >>Esme looked at her apprehensively. >> >>"What do you mean?" she asked. >> >>"What you're really upset about is that letter." > >Esme looked around. Now that Cyril and Arabella had left, Esme and Vangie >were alone together. > >"Yes," she said at last. "She is in Bethnal Green, you know. But ... our >lives have been very different. I married Marty and we became rich ... >and she ... she helps girls in the East End. And Marty found out!" > >She dissolved into tears. "That bullying husband of yours?" Vangie asked. There was a dangerous tone in her voice. As though she knew very well what it was like to have had a bullying husband. And before him, an overstrict father. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Mon Jan 3 18:36:37 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Mon Jan 3 18:36:41 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <020b01c4f1e9$1e34fe80$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050103233637.95092.qmail@web50708.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > >> > Despite this being his own loo in his own flat, Cyril actually > >> backed > >> > away from the stairs and moved toward the chair where Marty > Fitzroy > >> had > >> > been sitting moments before. He picked up Fitzroy's teacup and > >> > sniffed, trying to detect anything that did not smell like tea. > He > >> > looked at Florence inquiringly. > >> >> > >> > >> There seemed to be a greyish sediment at the bottom of Fitzroy's > cup > >> - > >> although there was no smell. Florence simply stared back at him, > >> bewildered. > >> > >> "What is it, Cyril?" she asked. > > > > Almost frantically, Cyril grabbed an empty cup and poured more tea > out > > of the pot. As he stared into the cup to see if it looked the same > as > > Fitzroy's, he asked Florence, "Is this the same tea you served the > > others, dear?" > > > > "No," said Florence. "This is a new pot. The old one was all > finsihed. so > I poured away the dregs, pu the tea leaves in the drainer, and made a > fesh > pot with new leaves." > > There was certainly no redisue in this cup. > > However, several people in the room might be surprised to learn that > the > Beamans could be so extravagent with their tea ... most people made > the > leaves do for several pots. Cyril turned to the others in the room. "Best not to drink the tea until we find out what happened to the Nazi," he said as he jerked his thumb in the direction of the bathroom. He stuffed his right hand in his pocket and paused, glancing at each of the women in the room in turn, before turning back to Florence. "Come with me to the kitchen, love. Best bring the pot," he said as he lifted it off the tray. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - Helps protect you from nasty viruses. http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 18:58:30 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 18:58:33 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com><6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net><014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050102191701.04b5da30@mail.cac.net><00e701c4f131$5c7612f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050103080510.04020d78@mail.cac.net><00aa01c4f199$ba1cdac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103181529.04036eb8@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <021701c4f1f0$209fb8c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>Esme looked at her apprehensively. >>> >>>"What do you mean?" she asked. >>> >>>"What you're really upset about is that letter." >> >>Esme looked around. Now that Cyril and Arabella had left, Esme and Vangie >>were alone together. >> >>"Yes," she said at last. "She is in Bethnal Green, you know. But ... our >>lives have been very different. I married Marty and we became rich ... >>and she ... she helps girls in the East End. And Marty found out!" >> >>She dissolved into tears. > > "That bullying husband of yours?" Vangie asked. There was a dangerous tone > in her voice. As though she knew very well what it was like to have had a > bullying husband. And before him, an overstrict father. Esme nodded vigorously. "He said ... that he would report her to the police. Unless ... unless ... she helped him with chorus girls and so on who found themselves in ... in an unfortunate situation!" Perhaps Vangie was beginning to sense that the sort of help Esme's sister gave to young women in the East End was not delivered in the form of soup kitchens. "And she wrote to me," Esme went on, "and said that the rozzers ... the police, I mean ... have been asking questions. About ... well, her customers." Esme dabbed at her eyes again. From rmpruehs at cac.net Mon Jan 3 19:04:46 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Mon Jan 3 19:05:23 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme In-Reply-To: <021701c4f1f0$209fb8c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net> <014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050102191701.04b5da30@mail.cac.net> <00e701c4f131$5c7612f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103080510.04020d78@mail.cac.net> <00aa01c4f199$ba1cdac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103181529.04036eb8@mail.cac.net> <021701c4f1f0$209fb8c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050103190211.040b4b00@mail.cac.net> At 06:58 PM 1/3/2005, you wrote: Esme looked at her apprehensively. "What do you mean?" she asked. "What you're really upset about is that letter." Esme looked around. Now that Cyril and Arabella had left, Esme and Vangie were alone together. "Yes," she said at last. "She is in Bethnal Green, you know. But ... our lives have been very different. I married Marty and we became rich ... and she ... she helps girls in the East End. And Marty found out!" She dissolved into tears. "That bullying husband of yours?" Vangie asked. There was a dangerous tone in her voice. As though she knew very well what it was like to have had a bullying husband. And before him, an overstrict father. Esme nodded vigorously. "He said ... that he would report her to the police. Unless ... unless ... she helped him with chorus girls and so on who found themselves in ... in an unfortunate situation!" Perhaps Vangie was beginning to sense that the sort of help Esme's sister gave to young women in the East End was not delivered in the form of soup kitchens. "And she wrote to me," Esme went on, "and said that the rozzers ... the police, I mean ... have been asking questions. About ... well, her customers." Esme dabbed at her eyes again. Vangie got up, went in her bedroom -- saw the mess Sweetie had made of her jewelry box and said several very bad words under her breath -- opened her top dresser drawer and got out some handkerchiefs, and offered them to Esme. "There now. Cry it out. It's all right." There were things that could be done about Marty Fitzroy, she thought grimly. But not yet. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 19:02:07 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 19:06:12 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <20050103233637.95092.qmail@web50708.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <021b01c4f1f0$a1c9f9b0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> >> "What is it, Cyril?" she asked. >> > >> > Almost frantically, Cyril grabbed an empty cup and poured more tea >> out >> > of the pot. As he stared into the cup to see if it looked the same >> as >> > Fitzroy's, he asked Florence, "Is this the same tea you served the >> > others, dear?" >> > >> >> "No," said Florence. "This is a new pot. The old one was all >> finsihed. so >> I poured away the dregs, pu the tea leaves in the drainer, and made a >> fesh >> pot with new leaves." >> >> There was certainly no redisue in this cup. >> >> However, several people in the room might be surprised to learn that >> the >> Beamans could be so extravagent with their tea ... most people made >> the >> leaves do for several pots. > > Cyril turned to the others in the room. "Best not to drink the tea > until we find out what happened to the Nazi," he said as he jerked his > thumb in the direction of the bathroom. He stuffed his right hand in > his pocket and paused, glancing at each of the women in the room in > turn, before turning back to Florence. "Come with me to the kitchen, > love. Best bring the pot," he said as he lifted it off the tray. > > As she stood up, Lucinda Skeffinton-Nottle moved forward. "Mr Beaman - I think a couple of us should go too." She looked at him significantly. "Independent witnesses." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 19:08:20 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 19:08:16 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com><6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net><014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050102191701.04b5da30@mail.cac.net><00e701c4f131$5c7612f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050103080510.04020d78@mail.cac.net><00aa01c4f199$ba1cdac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050103181529.04036eb8@mail.cac.net><021701c4f1f0$209fb8c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103190211.040b4b00@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <022d01c4f1f1$80305500$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > Esme nodded vigorously. "He said ... that he would report her to the > police. Unless ... unless ... she helped him with chorus girls and so on > who found themselves in ... in an unfortunate situation!" > > Perhaps Vangie was beginning to sense that the sort of help Esme's sister > gave to young women in the East End was not delivered in the form of soup > kitchens. > > "And she wrote to me," Esme went on, "and said that the rozzers ... the > police, I mean ... have been asking questions. About ... well, her > customers." > > Esme dabbed at her eyes again. > > Vangie got up, went in her bedroom -- saw the mess Sweetie had made of her > jewelry box and said several very bad words under her breath -- opened her > top dresser drawer and got out some handkerchiefs, and offered them to > Esme. "There now. Cry it out. It's all right." There were things that > could be done about Marty Fitzroy, she thought grimly. But not yet. "Thank you," said Esme. Then she lifted her head, blinking. "There seems to be a lot of noise going on upstairs," she said slowly. From rmpruehs at cac.net Mon Jan 3 19:10:13 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Mon Jan 3 19:10:51 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme In-Reply-To: <022d01c4f1f1$80305500$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net> <014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050102191701.04b5da30@mail.cac.net> <00e701c4f131$5c7612f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103080510.04020d78@mail.cac.net> <00aa01c4f199$ba1cdac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103181529.04036eb8@mail.cac.net> <021701c4f1f0$209fb8c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103190211.040b4b00@mail.cac.net> <022d01c4f1f1$80305500$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050103190931.0409c258@mail.cac.net> At 07:08 PM 1/3/2005, you wrote: >>Esme nodded vigorously. "He said ... that he would report her to the >>police. Unless ... unless ... she helped him with chorus girls and so on >>who found themselves in ... in an unfortunate situation!" >> >>Perhaps Vangie was beginning to sense that the sort of help Esme's sister >>gave to young women in the East End was not delivered in the form of soup >>kitchens. >> >>"And she wrote to me," Esme went on, "and said that the rozzers ... the >>police, I mean ... have been asking questions. About ... well, her customers." >> >>Esme dabbed at her eyes again. >> >>Vangie got up, went in her bedroom -- saw the mess Sweetie had made of >>her jewelry box and said several very bad words under her breath -- >>opened her top dresser drawer and got out some handkerchiefs, and offered >>them to Esme. "There now. Cry it out. It's all right." There were things >>that could be done about Marty Fitzroy, she thought grimly. But not yet. > >"Thank you," said Esme. Then she lifted her head, blinking. > >"There seems to be a lot of noise going on upstairs," she said slowly. "Indeed," Vangie said. "But I don't want to leave you alone right now. Are you feeling up to going there?" From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Mon Jan 3 19:12:50 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Mon Jan 3 19:12:52 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <021b01c4f1f0$a1c9f9b0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050104001250.50862.qmail@web20225.mail.yahoo.com> "What is it, Cyril?" she asked. Almost frantically, Cyril grabbed an empty cup and poured more tea out of the pot. As he stared into the cup to see if it looked the same as Fitzroy's, he asked Florence, "Is this the same tea you served the others, dear?" "No," said Florence. "This is a new pot. The old one was all finsihed. so I poured away the dregs, pu the tea leaves in the drainer, and made a fresh pot with new leaves." There was certainly no redisue in this cup. However, several people in the room might be surprised to learn that the Beamans could be so extravagent with their tea ... most people made the leaves do for several pots. Cyril turned to the others in the room. "Best not to drink the tea until we find out what happened to the Nazi," he said as he jerked his thumb in the direction of the bathroom. He stuffed his right hand in his pocket and paused, glancing at each of the women in the room in turn, before turning back to Florence. "Come with me to the kitchen, love. Best bring the pot," he said as he lifted it off the tray. As she stood up, Lucinda Skeffinton-Nottle moved forward. "Mr Beaman - I think a couple of us should go too." She looked at him significantly. "Independent witnesses." "I agree wholeheartedly, Lucinda," Nicola said, walking after the Beamans. The changing of the tea leaves had not gone unnoticed and Nicola's inquisitive eyes were now fixed sharply on Florence Beaman. Though she couldn't imagine what motive the woman might have had for doing in Nola, she was now looking like a very strong candidate for Marty Fitzroy's poisoning. Nicola wouldn't be angry with her if she was (in fact, had the woman been an American, she would have personally written in a nomination for Florence for the Congressional Medal of Honor), but there were quite a few questions she wanted answered. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - Find what you need with new enhanced search. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Mon Jan 3 19:14:49 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Mon Jan 3 19:14:52 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <020701c4f1e8$c9322570$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <011e01c4f1f2$67e46ee0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > [OOC: Mel, does the fire escape (presuming there is one) > extend to the bathroom window? If so, Philip will head out > and try to get in that way.] > > OOC - Yes - but it will be rather difficult for Philip with > his injured hand. He can certainly have a go, though. Philip began working at the window latch, swearing under his breath at the difficulty he had manipulating it one-handed. "Will someone give me a hand here? If he won't -- or can't -- open the door, we may need to try to get to him through the window." From hmace at elfworks.com Mon Jan 3 19:35:11 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Mon Jan 3 19:29:46 2005 Subject: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom Message-ID: <200501031935.AA1465909438@elfworks.com> [new thread per Mel. Currently Philip, Marjorie and Fitzroy.] > >Philip began working at the window latch, swearing under his breath at the >difficulty he had manipulating it one-handed. "Will someone give me a hand >here? If he won't -- or can't -- open the door, we may need to try to get to >him through the window." "Oh here..." Marjorie stepped up and yanked at the latch to open it for Philip. She opened the window up and looked out at the dark street below. ________________________________________________________________ Sent via the WebMail system at elfworks.com From margdean at erols.com Mon Jan 3 19:46:34 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Mon Jan 3 19:47:23 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <20050104001250.50862.qmail@web20225.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41D9E76A.DCA3264E@erols.com> Jonathan Katalenic wrote: > > "What is it, Cyril?" she asked. > > Almost frantically, Cyril grabbed an empty cup and > poured more tea out of the pot. As he stared into the > cup to see if it looked the same as Fitzroy's, he > asked Florence, "Is this the same tea you served the > others, dear?" > > "No," said Florence. "This is a new pot. The old one > was all finsihed. so I poured away the dregs, pu the > tea leaves in the drainer, and made a fresh pot with > new leaves." > > There was certainly no redisue in this cup. > > However, several people in the room might be surprised > to learn that the Beamans could be so extravagent with > their tea ... most people made the leaves do for > several pots. > > Cyril turned to the others in the room. "Best not to > drink the tea until we find out what happened to the > Nazi," he said as he jerked his thumb in the direction > of the bathroom. He stuffed his right hand in his > pocket and paused, glancing at each of the women in > the room in turn, before turning back to Florence. > "Come with me to the kitchen, love. Best bring the > pot," he said as he lifted it off the tray. > > As she stood up, Lucinda Skeffinton-Nottle moved > forward. "Mr Beaman - I think a couple of us should > go too." She looked at him significantly. > "Independent witnesses." > > "I agree wholeheartedly, Lucinda," Nicola said, > walking after the Beamans. The changing of the tea > leaves had not gone unnoticed and Nicola's inquisitive > eyes were now fixed sharply on Florence Beaman. Though > she couldn't imagine what motive the woman might have > had for doing in Nola, she was now looking like a very > strong candidate for Marty Fitzroy's poisoning. Nicola > wouldn't be angry with her if she was (in fact, had > the woman been an American, she would have personally > written in a nomination for Florence for the > Congressional Medal of Honor), but there were quite a > few questions she wanted answered. "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion Mauberley asked sharply. "And don't let too many people handle the pot or cup. Fingerprints. Does anyone have the means to test for them?" --Margaret Dean From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 20:00:31 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 20:01:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <20050104001250.50862.qmail@web20225.mail.yahoo.com> <41D9E76A.DCA3264E@erols.com> Message-ID: <024d01c4f1f8$ca406de0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> As she stood up, Lucinda Skeffinton-Nottle moved >> forward. "Mr Beaman - I think a couple of us should >> go too." She looked at him significantly. >> "Independent witnesses." >> >> "I agree wholeheartedly, Lucinda," Nicola said, >> walking after the Beamans. The changing of the tea >> leaves had not gone unnoticed and Nicola's inquisitive >> eyes were now fixed sharply on Florence Beaman. Though >> she couldn't imagine what motive the woman might have >> had for doing in Nola, she was now looking like a very >> strong candidate for Marty Fitzroy's poisoning. Nicola >> wouldn't be angry with her if she was (in fact, had >> the woman been an American, she would have personally >> written in a nomination for Florence for the >> Congressional Medal of Honor), but there were quite a >> few questions she wanted answered. > > "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion Mauberley > asked sharply. "And don't let too many people handle the pot or > cup. Fingerprints. Does anyone have the means to test for > them?" > Lady Pamela did," said Oswald from his position at the top of the stairs, still watching the bathroom door. "And she spilled most of it over her dress - perhaps fortunately." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 20:02:05 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 20:02:06 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com><6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net><014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050102191701.04b5da30@mail.cac.net><00e701c4f131$5c7612f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050103080510.04020d78@mail.cac.net><00aa01c4f199$ba1cdac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050103181529.04036eb8@mail.cac.net><021701c4f1f0$209fb8c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050103190211.040b4b00@mail.cac.net><022d01c4f1f1$80305500$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103190931.0409c258@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <025501c4f1f9$02322d10$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>> >>>Perhaps Vangie was beginning to sense that the sort of help Esme's sister >>>gave to young women in the East End was not delivered in the form of soup >>>kitchens. >>> >>>"And she wrote to me," Esme went on, "and said that the rozzers ... the >>>police, I mean ... have been asking questions. About ... well, her >>>customers." >>> >>>Esme dabbed at her eyes again. >>> >>>Vangie got up, went in her bedroom -- saw the mess Sweetie had made of >>>her jewelry box and said several very bad words under her breath -- >>>opened her top dresser drawer and got out some handkerchiefs, and offered >>>them to Esme. "There now. Cry it out. It's all right." There were things >>>that could be done about Marty Fitzroy, she thought grimly. But not yet. >> >>"Thank you," said Esme. Then she lifted her head, blinking. >> >>"There seems to be a lot of noise going on upstairs," she said slowly. > > "Indeed," Vangie said. "But I don't want to leave you alone right now. Are > you feeling up to going there?" Esme nodded - although Vangie could sense some reluctance in her agreement. "If you'll come with me," she added with slightly more firmness. From Mrfury28 at aol.com Mon Jan 3 20:26:37 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Mon Jan 3 20:26:43 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy Message-ID: <85.1e39da63.2f0b4acd@aol.com> Hodges moved forward as the cause of the commotion - Fitzroy's possible poisoning - became apparent. "Let me try." He muttered, moving downstairs towards the loo with his key. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: /pipermail/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc/attachments/20050103/6e93ec2d/attachment.htm From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 20:41:51 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 20:41:54 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy / Fitzroy in the bathroom References: <85.1e39da63.2f0b4acd@aol.com> Message-ID: <026c01c4f1fe$91b916b0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > >Philip began working at the window latch, swearing under his breath at the >difficulty he had manipulating it one-handed. "Will someone give me a hand >here? If he won't -- or can't -- open the door, we may need to try to get >to >him through the window." "Oh here..." Marjorie stepped up and yanked at the latch to open it for Philip. She opened the window up and looked out at the dark street below. Hodges moved forward as the cause of the commotion - Fitzroy's possible poisoning - became apparent. "Let me try." He muttered, moving downstairs towards the loo with his key. The door didn't give - clearly it was bolted from the inside - and it appeared Fitzroy was in no state to unbolt it. From Mrfury28 at aol.com Mon Jan 3 20:47:17 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Mon Jan 3 20:47:24 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy / Fitzroy in the bathroom Message-ID: The door didn't give - clearly it was bolted from the inside - and it appeared Fitzroy was in no state to unbolt it. "We have to smash it down, unless Phillip can get across the fire escape..." Hodges muttered. 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URL: /pipermail/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc/attachments/20050103/3e64ee53/attachment-0001.htm From rmpruehs at cac.net Mon Jan 3 21:02:32 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Mon Jan 3 21:08:37 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme In-Reply-To: <025501c4f1f9$02322d10$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net> <014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050102191701.04b5da30@mail.cac.net> <00e701c4f131$5c7612f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103080510.04020d78@mail.cac.net> <00aa01c4f199$ba1cdac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103181529.04036eb8@mail.cac.net> <021701c4f1f0$209fb8c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103190211.040b4b00@mail.cac.net> <022d01c4f1f1$80305500$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103190931.0409c258@mail.cac.net> <025501c4f1f9$02322d10$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050103210201.042041a8@mail.cac.net> At 08:02 PM 1/3/2005, you wrote: >>>>Perhaps Vangie was beginning to sense that the sort of help Esme's >>>>sister gave to young women in the East End was not delivered in the >>>>form of soup kitchens. >>>> >>>>"And she wrote to me," Esme went on, "and said that the rozzers ... the >>>>police, I mean ... have been asking questions. About ... well, her customers." >>>> >>>>Esme dabbed at her eyes again. >>>> >>>>Vangie got up, went in her bedroom -- saw the mess Sweetie had made of >>>>her jewelry box and said several very bad words under her breath -- >>>>opened her top dresser drawer and got out some handkerchiefs, and >>>>offered them to Esme. "There now. Cry it out. It's all right." There >>>>were things that could be done about Marty Fitzroy, she thought grimly. >>>>But not yet. >>> >>>"Thank you," said Esme. Then she lifted her head, blinking. >>> >>>"There seems to be a lot of noise going on upstairs," she said slowly. >> >>"Indeed," Vangie said. "But I don't want to leave you alone right now. >>Are you feeling up to going there?" > >Esme nodded - although Vangie could sense some reluctance in her agreement. > >"If you'll come with me," she added with slightly more firmness. "Yes," Vangie said. "Of course." Out of habit she looked around the flat for Sweetie. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 21:30:49 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 21:31:32 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme References: <00db01c4f02e$6e442ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><20050101194029.42767.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com><6.2.0.14.0.20050101144538.041a2e30@mail.cac.net><014a01c4f046$fec7a410$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050102191701.04b5da30@mail.cac.net><00e701c4f131$5c7612f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050103080510.04020d78@mail.cac.net><00aa01c4f199$ba1cdac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050103181529.04036eb8@mail.cac.net><021701c4f1f0$209fb8c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050103190211.040b4b00@mail.cac.net><022d01c4f1f1$80305500$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050103190931.0409c258@mail.cac.net><025501c4f1f9$02322d10$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050103210201.042041a8@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <028501c4f205$67c30990$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>>>Perhaps Vangie was beginning to sense that the sort of help Esme's >>>>>sister gave to young women in the East End was not delivered in the >>>>>form of soup kitchens. >>>>> >>>>>"And she wrote to me," Esme went on, "and said that the rozzers ... the >>>>>police, I mean ... have been asking questions. About ... well, her >>>>>customers." >>>>> >>>>>Esme dabbed at her eyes again. >>>>> >>>>>Vangie got up, went in her bedroom -- saw the mess Sweetie had made of >>>>>her jewelry box and said several very bad words under her breath -- >>>>>opened her top dresser drawer and got out some handkerchiefs, and >>>>>offered them to Esme. "There now. Cry it out. It's all right." There >>>>>were things that could be done about Marty Fitzroy, she thought grimly. >>>>>But not yet. >>>> >>>>"Thank you," said Esme. Then she lifted her head, blinking. >>>> >>>>"There seems to be a lot of noise going on upstairs," she said slowly. >>> >>>"Indeed," Vangie said. "But I don't want to leave you alone right now. >>>Are you feeling up to going there?" >> >>Esme nodded - although Vangie could sense some reluctance in her >>agreement. >> >>"If you'll come with me," she added with slightly more firmness. > > "Yes," Vangie said. "Of course." Out of habit she looked around the flat > for Sweetie. Sweetie for once was being kittenisghly playful. He seemed to be batting a white paper bag about the narrow hall ... the sort that one obtained from high class grocers, greengrocers and pharmicists. It was empty, which seemed to present an interesting challenge to Sweetie. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Mon Jan 3 21:51:21 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Mon Jan 3 21:51:24 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy In-Reply-To: <024d01c4f1f8$ca406de0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050104025121.84271.qmail@web50706.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > >> As she stood up, Lucinda Skeffinton-Nottle moved > >> forward. "Mr Beaman - I think a couple of us should > >> go too." She looked at him significantly. > >> "Independent witnesses." > >> > >> "I agree wholeheartedly, Lucinda," Nicola said, > >> walking after the Beamans. The changing of the tea > >> leaves had not gone unnoticed and Nicola's inquisitive > >> eyes were now fixed sharply on Florence Beaman. Though > >> she couldn't imagine what motive the woman might have > >> had for doing in Nola, she was now looking like a very > >> strong candidate for Marty Fitzroy's poisoning. Nicola > >> wouldn't be angry with her if she was (in fact, had > >> the woman been an American, she would have personally > >> written in a nomination for Florence for the > >> Congressional Medal of Honor), but there were quite a > >> few questions she wanted answered. "Ah...yes. Of course," Cyril said hesitantly. It was obvious it would do more damage to resist their efforts. "This way, ladies." He motioned toward the kitchen, his other arm protectively around Florence's waist. > > "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion Mauberley > > asked sharply. "And don't let too many people handle the pot or > > cup. Fingerprints. Does anyone have the means to test for > > them?" > > > > Lady Pamela did," said Oswald from his position at the top of the > stairs, > still watching the bathroom door. "And she spilled most of it over > her > dress - perhaps fortunately." "Perhaps we should gather the other cups as well," Cyril called back over his shoulder to anyone remaining in the room. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Take Yahoo! Mail with you! Get it on your mobile phone. http://mobile.yahoo.com/maildemo From margdean at erols.com Mon Jan 3 21:59:17 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Mon Jan 3 22:00:05 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <20050104025121.84271.qmail@web50706.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DA0685.329A133@erols.com> Brenda McCartney wrote: > > --- Mel Mason wrote: > > > >> As she stood up, Lucinda Skeffinton-Nottle moved > > >> forward. "Mr Beaman - I think a couple of us should > > >> go too." She looked at him significantly. > > >> "Independent witnesses." > > >> > > >> "I agree wholeheartedly, Lucinda," Nicola said, > > >> walking after the Beamans. The changing of the tea > > >> leaves had not gone unnoticed and Nicola's inquisitive > > >> eyes were now fixed sharply on Florence Beaman. Though > > >> she couldn't imagine what motive the woman might have > > >> had for doing in Nola, she was now looking like a very > > >> strong candidate for Marty Fitzroy's poisoning. Nicola > > >> wouldn't be angry with her if she was (in fact, had > > >> the woman been an American, she would have personally > > >> written in a nomination for Florence for the > > >> Congressional Medal of Honor), but there were quite a > > >> few questions she wanted answered. > > "Ah...yes. Of course," Cyril said hesitantly. It was obvious it would > do more damage to resist their efforts. "This way, ladies." He > motioned toward the kitchen, his other arm protectively around > Florence's waist. > > > > "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion Mauberley > > > asked sharply. "And don't let too many people handle the pot or > > > cup. Fingerprints. Does anyone have the means to test for > > > them?" > > > > > > > Lady Pamela did," said Oswald from his position at the top of the > > stairs, still watching the bathroom door. "And she spilled most > > of it over her dress - perhaps fortunately." > > "Perhaps we should gather the other cups as well," Cyril called back > over his shoulder to anyone remaining in the room. "I'll do that," said Marion, moving forward. "And mark them, as well." She rummaged in her handbag; unsurprisingly for a journalist, it contained, among other things, a small notebook and a pencil. Marion began scanning the room for teacups. --Margaret Dean From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Mon Jan 3 22:17:11 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Mon Jan 3 22:17:14 2005 Subject: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom In-Reply-To: <200501031935.AA1465909438@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <000001c4f20b$e4c69c80$6101a8c0@BriansPC> > "Oh here..." Marjorie stepped up and yanked at the latch to > open it for Philip. She opened the window up and looked > out at the dark street below. "Thank you," said Philip, as he stepped out upon the fire escape. Moving quickly so as to keep much light from showing, he moved to where he thought the bathroom window should be and attempted to open it. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 3 22:22:09 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 3 22:22:05 2005 Subject: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom References: <000001c4f20b$e4c69c80$6101a8c0@BriansPC> Message-ID: <02fe01c4f20c$933b1a70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> "Oh here..." Marjorie stepped up and yanked at the latch to >> open it for Philip. She opened the window up and looked >> out at the dark street below. > > "Thank you," said Philip, as he stepped out upon the fire escape. Moving > quickly so as to keep much light from showing, he moved to where he > thought > the bathroom window should be and attempted to open it. > The light was on in the bathroom - even through the frosting of the pane he could see Fitzroy slumped over the bath - and there was a great deal of unpleasant matter around, some of it of a vile colour, that suggested the unfortunate man had been - or was still - very ill indeed. It was almost well nigh impossible for Philip to open the frosted window with his crippled hand. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Mon Jan 3 22:26:43 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Mon Jan 3 22:26:45 2005 Subject: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom In-Reply-To: <02fe01c4f20c$933b1a70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <000201c4f20d$396f5230$6101a8c0@BriansPC> > The light was on in the bathroom - even through the frosting > of the pane he could see Fitzroy slumped over the bath - and > there was a great deal of unpleasant matter around, some of it > of a vile colour, that suggested the unfortunate man had been - > or was still - very ill indeed. > > It was almost well nigh impossible for Philip to open the > frosted window with his crippled hand. Philip cursed again into the night. "Miss Higgins! Or someone! Another hand if you please, and quickly -- he's in very bad shape, and I fear we haven't much time..." [Not that running out of time would result in any great loss,] he added to himself. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Mon Jan 3 22:26:45 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Mon Jan 3 22:26:47 2005 Subject: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom In-Reply-To: <02fe01c4f20c$933b1a70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <012b01c4f20d$3ac6a4d0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > The light was on in the bathroom - even through the frosting > of the pane he could see Fitzroy slumped over the bath - and > there was a great deal of unpleasant matter around, some of it > of a vile colour, that suggested the unfortunate man had been - > or was still - very ill indeed. > > It was almost well nigh impossible for Philip to open the > frosted window with his crippled hand. Philip cursed again into the night. "Miss Higgins! Or someone! Another hand if you please, and quickly -- he's in very bad shape, and I fear we haven't much time..." [Not that running out of time would result in any great loss,] he added to himself. From hmace at elfworks.com Mon Jan 3 23:41:52 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Mon Jan 3 23:39:38 2005 Subject: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom In-Reply-To: <012b01c4f20d$3ac6a4d0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <012b01c4f20d$3ac6a4d0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41DA1E90.1090502@elfworks.com> >> >>It was almost well nigh impossible for Philip to open the >>frosted window with his crippled hand. > > > Philip cursed again into the night. "Miss Higgins! Or someone! Another hand > if you please, and quickly -- he's in very bad shape, and I fear we haven't > much time..." > > [Not that running out of time would result in any great loss,] he added to > himself. Marjorie turned pale looking out the window. "Oh I don't think I can... Mr. Hodges! Can you help Philip?!" she called, turning to look back at where Mr. Hodges was trying to open the door. From Mrfury28 at aol.com Mon Jan 3 23:51:22 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Mon Jan 3 23:51:28 2005 Subject: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom Message-ID: <126.53a72db1.2f0b7aca@aol.com> The door didn't give - clearly it was bolted from the inside - and it appeared Fitzroy was in no state to unbolt it. "We have to smash it down, unless Phillip can get across the fire escape..." Hodges muttered. He looked around for anything suitable to use as a battering ram. "Mr. Beaman! Mister Briggs!" He called for help. Marjorie turned pale looking out the window. "Oh I don't think I can... Mr. Hodges! Can you help Philip?!" she called, turning to look back at where Mr. Hodges was trying to open the door. "Call for Mr Beaman, and have some of the men try and break in the door." Hodges turned to Marjorie. He then grabbed something heavy (preferably an iron lampbase) and followed Philip onto the fire escape. OOC: He will proceed to smash the window and try and unlatch it from the outside. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: /pipermail/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc/attachments/20050103/acde31b7/attachment.htm From hmace at elfworks.com Tue Jan 4 01:44:22 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Tue Jan 4 01:42:10 2005 Subject: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom In-Reply-To: <126.53a72db1.2f0b7aca@aol.com> References: <126.53a72db1.2f0b7aca@aol.com> Message-ID: <41DA3B46.5030408@elfworks.com> > > "We have to smash it down, unless Phillip can get across the fire > escape..." Hodges muttered. He looked around for anything suitable to > use as a battering ram. "Mr. Beaman! Mister Briggs!" He called for help. > > Marjorie turned pale looking out the window. "Oh I don't think I > can... Mr. Hodges! Can you help Philip?!" she called, turning to look > back at where Mr. Hodges was trying to open the door. > > "Call for Mr Beaman, and have some of the men try and break in the > door." Hodges turned to Marjorie. He then grabbed something heavy > (preferably an iron lampbase) and followed Philip onto the fire escape. > > OOC: > He will proceed to smash the window and try and unlatch it from the outside. Marjorie in the meantime dashed to the bottom of the stairs. "Mr. Oswald! Mr. Beaman!" she half screamed up. "It's Fitzroy! We can't get in the bathroom and we think he's dyin'!" From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 06:01:47 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 06:01:59 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <20050104001250.50862.qmail@web20225.mail.yahoo.com> <41D9E76A.DCA3264E@erols.com> Message-ID: <006c01c4f24c$c9ab9cc0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion Mauberley > asked sharply. "And don't let too many people handle the pot or > cup. Fingerprints. Does anyone have the means to test for > them?" > "We have the kit in our flat," Lucinda said to Marion. "But it's an inexact science at best. Don't worry - I'll use a handkerchief and take care not to smudge. And you should do the same." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 06:11:02 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 06:10:56 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea References: <20050104025121.84271.qmail@web50706.mail.yahoo.com> <41DA0685.329A133@erols.com> Message-ID: <006d01c4f24e$13d7d7e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> "Ah...yes. Of course," Cyril said hesitantly. It was obvious it would >> do more damage to resist their efforts. "This way, ladies." He >> motioned toward the kitchen, his other arm protectively around >> Florence's waist. Lucinda followed with Nicola. In the kitchen, Florence showed them the tea leaves in the drainer, and the rest of the paraphenalia. There was no sign of any residue on the leaves. "And, if it's what I think it is, it would be hard to remove," said Lucinda thoughtfully. "This suggests that it wasn't the teapot that was poisoned - but the sugar, the milk, or one of the cups." >> >> > > "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion Mauberley >> > > asked sharply. "And don't let too many people handle the pot or >> > > cup. Fingerprints. Does anyone have the means to test for >> > > them?" >> > > >> > >> > Lady Pamela did," said Oswald from his position at the top of the >> > stairs, still watching the bathroom door. "And she spilled most >> > of it over her dress - perhaps fortunately." >> >> "Perhaps we should gather the other cups as well," Cyril called back >> over his shoulder to anyone remaining in the room. > > "I'll do that," said Marion, moving forward. "And mark them, as > well." She rummaged in her handbag; unsurprisingly for a > journalist, it contained, among other things, a small notebook > and a pencil. > > Marion began scanning the room for teacups. > There were quite a few, but none of them bore any traces of a suspicious residue. (OOC - anyone want to check the milk or the sugar?) "I think we need to alert an ambulance," said Lucinda, aware of the banging coming from the bathroom. "I'm going to go down and collect our fingerprint case - not that I think we'll find anything, but we ought to check. And we can go out and see if we can get an ambulance brought." "I'll go with you," said Florence, a little shakily. "I need some fresh air ... " From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 06:34:12 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 06:34:06 2005 Subject: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom Message-ID: <008901c4f251$5032dd40$0202a8c0@Behemoth> The light was on in the bathroom - even through the frosting of the pane he could see Fitzroy slumped over the bath - and there was a great deal of unpleasant matter around, some of it of a vile colour, that suggested the unfortunate man had been - or was still - very ill indeed. It was almost well nigh impossible for Philip to open the frosted window with his crippled hand. Philip cursed again into the night. "Miss Higgins! Or someone! Another hand if you please, and quickly -- he's in very bad shape, and I fear we haven't much time..." [Not that running out of time would result in any great loss,] he added to himself. Marjorie turned pale looking out the window. "Oh I don't think I can... Mr. Hodges! Can you help Philip?!" she called, turning to look back at where Mr. Hodges was trying to open the door. "Call for Mr Beaman, and have some of the men try and break in the door." Hodges turned to Marjorie. He then grabbed something heavy (preferably an iron lampbase) and followed Philip onto the fire escape. The glass seemed toughened - it took three or four blows to smash it, both men shielding themselves from flying glass as best they could. Then, once it was breached, they needed to clear a way carefully to avoid being badly lacerated by the shards. Once they scrambled inside, they disovered that Fitzroy was still lying half inside the bathtub, deeply unconscious, although as they touched him, he moaned with pain. (OOC - it will be comparatively easy to open the bolted door now - the bolt is on your side) Marjorie in the meantime dashed to the bottom of the stairs. "Mr. Oswald! Mr. Beaman!" she half screamed up. "It's Fitzroy! We can't get in the bathroom and we think he's dyin'!" Oswald turned to Cyril, just coming out of the kitchen. "I suggest we bring him up here," he said. "I'd rather not have to split our forces any further. He nodded towards the two nurses. "Clear a couch. I'm not sure how much you will be able to do for him - but you'd best try." He stared at Tabitha for a moment. "I know you can put your personal feelings aside," he said. "No matter how appalling the man is, he has to be helped." Then he started down the stairs. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Tue Jan 4 06:35:58 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Tue Jan 4 06:36:05 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea In-Reply-To: <006d01c4f24e$13d7d7e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050104113558.19323.qmail@web50703.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > >> "Ah...yes. Of course," Cyril said hesitantly. It was obvious it > would > >> do more damage to resist their efforts. "This way, ladies." He > >> motioned toward the kitchen, his other arm protectively around > >> Florence's waist. > > Lucinda followed with Nicola. > > In the kitchen, Florence showed them the tea leaves in the drainer, > and the > rest of the paraphenalia. There was no sign of any residue on the > leaves. > > "And, if it's what I think it is, it would be hard to remove," said > Lucinda > thoughtfully. "This suggests that it wasn't the teapot that was > poisoned - > but the sugar, the milk, or one of the cups." > > >> > >> > > "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion > Mauberley > >> > > asked sharply. "And don't let too many people handle the pot > or > >> > > cup. Fingerprints. Does anyone have the means to test for > >> > > them?" > >> > > > >> > > >> > Lady Pamela did," said Oswald from his position at the top of > the > >> > stairs, still watching the bathroom door. "And she spilled most > >> > of it over her dress - perhaps fortunately." > >> > >> "Perhaps we should gather the other cups as well," Cyril called > back > >> over his shoulder to anyone remaining in the room. > > > > "I'll do that," said Marion, moving forward. "And mark them, as > > well." She rummaged in her handbag; unsurprisingly for a > > journalist, it contained, among other things, a small notebook > > and a pencil. > > > > Marion began scanning the room for teacups. > > > > There were quite a few, but none of them bore any traces of a > suspicious > residue. > > (OOC - anyone want to check the milk or the sugar?) > > "I think we need to alert an ambulance," said Lucinda, aware of the > banging > coming from the bathroom. "I'm going to go down and collect our > fingerprint > case - not that I think we'll find anything, but we ought to check. > And we > can go out and see if we can get an ambulance brought." > > "I'll go with you," said Florence, a little shakily. "I need some > fresh air > ... " At the shouts from the group downstairs, Cyril called back, "Coming!" and rushed to assist them. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Dress up your holiday email, Hollywood style. Learn more. http://celebrity.mail.yahoo.com From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Tue Jan 4 06:38:34 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Tue Jan 4 06:38:38 2005 Subject: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom In-Reply-To: <008901c4f251$5032dd40$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050104113834.70308.qmail@web50708.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > The light was on in the bathroom - even through the frosting of the > pane he > could see Fitzroy slumped over the bath - and there was a great deal > of > unpleasant matter around, some of it of a vile colour, that suggested > the > unfortunate man had been - or was still - very ill indeed. > > It was almost well nigh impossible for Philip to open the frosted > window > with his crippled hand. > > Philip cursed again into the night. "Miss Higgins! Or someone! > Another hand > if you please, and quickly -- he's in very bad shape, and I fear we > haven't > much time..." > > [Not that running out of time would result in any great loss,] he > added to > himself. > > Marjorie turned pale looking out the window. "Oh I don't think I > can... Mr. > Hodges! Can you help Philip?!" she called, turning to look back at > where Mr. > Hodges was trying to open the door. > > "Call for Mr Beaman, and have some of the men try and break in the > door." > Hodges turned to Marjorie. He then grabbed something heavy > (preferably an > iron lampbase) and followed Philip onto the fire escape. > > The glass seemed toughened - it took three or four blows to smash it, > both > men shielding themselves from flying glass as best they could. Then, > once > it was breached, they needed to clear a way carefully to avoid being > badly > lacerated by the shards. > > Once they scrambled inside, they disovered that Fitzroy was still > lying half > inside the bathtub, deeply unconscious, although as they touched him, > he > moaned with pain. > > (OOC - it will be comparatively easy to open the bolted door now - > the bolt > is on your side) > > Marjorie in the meantime dashed to the bottom of the stairs. "Mr. > Oswald! > Mr. Beaman!" she half screamed up. "It's Fitzroy! We can't get in the > > bathroom and we think he's dyin'!" > > Oswald turned to Cyril, just coming out of the kitchen. > > "I suggest we bring him up here," he said. "I'd rather not have to > split > our forces any further. He nodded towards the two nurses. "Clear a > couch. > I'm not sure how much you will be able to do for him - but you'd best > try." > He stared at Tabitha for a moment. "I know you can put your personal > > feelings aside," he said. "No matter how appalling the man is, he > has to be > helped." > > Then he started down the stairs. "There's an iron coatrack near the front door," he called to Oswald, who was ahead of him on the stairs. "Try to use that to break down the door." __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The all-new My Yahoo! - Get yours free! http://my.yahoo.com From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Tue Jan 4 07:23:56 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Tue Jan 4 07:23:31 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme Message-ID: > >>>>>Perhaps Vangie was beginning to sense that the sort of > help Esme's > >>>>>sister gave to young women in the East End was not > delivered in the > >>>>>form of soup kitchens. > >>>>> > >>>>>"And she wrote to me," Esme went on, "and said that the > rozzers ... > >>>>>the > >>>>>police, I mean ... have been asking questions. About > ... well, her > >>>>>customers." > >>>>> > >>>>>Esme dabbed at her eyes again. > >>>>> > >>>>>Vangie got up, went in her bedroom -- saw the mess > Sweetie had made > >>>>>of > >>>>>her jewelry box and said several very bad words under > her breath -- > >>>>>opened her top dresser drawer and got out some > handkerchiefs, and > >>>>>offered them to Esme. "There now. Cry it out. It's all > right." There > >>>>>were things that could be done about Marty Fitzroy, she > thought grimly. > >>>>>But not yet. > >>>> > >>>>"Thank you," said Esme. Then she lifted her head, blinking. > >>>> > >>>>"There seems to be a lot of noise going on upstairs," she said > >>>>slowly. > >>> > >>>"Indeed," Vangie said. "But I don't want to leave you alone right > >>>now. > >>>Are you feeling up to going there?" > >> > >>Esme nodded - although Vangie could sense some reluctance in her > >>agreement. > >> > >>"If you'll come with me," she added with slightly more firmness. > > > > "Yes," Vangie said. "Of course." Out of habit she looked around the > > flat > > for Sweetie. > > Sweetie for once was being kittenisghly playful. He seemed > to be batting a > white paper bag about the narrow hall ... the sort that one > obtained from > high class grocers, greengrocers and pharmicists. It was > empty, which > seemed to present an interesting challenge to Sweetie. The sight of the bag triggered a faint nagging worry in Vangie's mind. Where had she seen it before...or last? And why was she thinking that Sweetie couldn't possibly have it...? But the immediate need to look after Esme took precedence as she escorted the other woman from her flat. There were footsteps resounding in the stairway. Vangie glanced at Esme, then headed in that direction. "Hallooo?" she called. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Tue Jan 4 07:27:14 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Tue Jan 4 07:27:18 2005 Subject: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom In-Reply-To: <20050104113834.70308.qmail@web50708.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <000c01c4f258$bb9a4530$96f1fea9@BriansPC> >> Once they scrambled inside, they disovered that Fitzroy was still >> lying half inside the bathtub, deeply unconscious, although as they >> touched him, he moaned with pain. Philip moved over and unbolted the door, flinging it open. He then returned to help Hodges with Marty, though he seemed unsure of how to proceed with only one hand to use for lifting. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 08:07:10 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 08:07:29 2005 Subject: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom References: <000c01c4f258$bb9a4530$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <00a401c4f25e$530e24e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>> Once they scrambled inside, they disovered that Fitzroy was still >>> lying half inside the bathtub, deeply unconscious, although as they >>> touched him, he moaned with pain. > > Philip moved over and unbolted the door, flinging it open. He then > returned > to help Hodges with Marty, though he seemed unsure of how to proceed with > only one hand to use for lifting. > "We'll get him upstairs onto a couch," said Oswald, who was now outside the door with Marjorie (OOC - and anyone else?). He indicated for Hodges (OOC - and any other able bodied males present) to help him, and then looked at Majorie and Philip. "You two ... see if there's anything incriminating in the bathroom ... " From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 08:18:09 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 08:18:13 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme References: Message-ID: <00a601c4f25f$d6265db0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > >>>>"Thank you," said Esme. Then she lifted her head, blinking. > >>>> > >>>>"There seems to be a lot of noise going on upstairs," she said > >>>>slowly. > >>> > >>>"Indeed," Vangie said. "But I don't want to leave you alone right > >>>now. > >>>Are you feeling up to going there?" > >> > >>Esme nodded - although Vangie could sense some reluctance in her > >>agreement. > >> > >>"If you'll come with me," she added with slightly more firmness. > > > > "Yes," Vangie said. "Of course." Out of habit she looked around the > > flat > > for Sweetie. > > Sweetie for once was being kittenisghly playful. He seemed > to be batting a > white paper bag about the narrow hall ... the sort that one > obtained from > high class grocers, greengrocers and pharmicists. It was > empty, which > seemed to present an interesting challenge to Sweetie. The sight of the bag triggered a faint nagging worry in Vangie's mind. Where had she seen it before...or last? And why was she thinking that Sweetie couldn't possibly have it...? But the immediate need to look after Esme took precedence as she escorted the other woman from her flat. There were footsteps resounding in the stairway. Vangie glanced at Esme, then headed in that direction. "Hallooo?" she called. Florence and Lucinda appeared, hurrying down the stairs. "I'm afraid there's been an ... " Lucinda began, and then hesitated. "An accident," she said. "Mr Fitzroy. We're just going to get an ambulance." "My husband?" faltered Esme, clinging to Vangie. "He's ... erm ... eaten something that didn't agree with him," said Florence tactfully. But polite euphemisms went nowhere with Esme. "I didn't poison him!" she declared, clinging tighter to Vangie. From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Tue Jan 4 08:25:01 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Tue Jan 4 08:24:36 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme Message-ID: > > >>>>"Thank you," said Esme. Then she lifted her head, blinking. > > >>>> > > >>>>"There seems to be a lot of noise going on upstairs," she said > > >>>>slowly. > > >>> > > >>>"Indeed," Vangie said. "But I don't want to leave you > alone right > > >>>now. Are you feeling up to going there?" > > >> > > >>Esme nodded - although Vangie could sense some reluctance in her > > >>agreement. > > >> > > >>"If you'll come with me," she added with slightly more firmness. > > > > > > "Yes," Vangie said. "Of course." Out of habit she looked > around the > > > flat for Sweetie. > > > > Sweetie for once was being kittenisghly playful. He seemed to be > > batting a white paper bag about the narrow hall ... the > sort that one > > obtained from > > high class grocers, greengrocers and pharmicists. It was > > empty, which > > seemed to present an interesting challenge to Sweetie. > > The sight of the bag triggered a faint nagging worry in > Vangie's mind. Where had she seen it before...or last? And > why was she thinking that Sweetie couldn't possibly have it...? > > But the immediate need to look after Esme took precedence as > she escorted the other woman from her flat. > > There were footsteps resounding in the stairway. Vangie > glanced at Esme, then headed in that direction. "Hallooo?" she called. > > Florence and Lucinda appeared, hurrying down the stairs. > > "I'm afraid there's been an ... " Lucinda began, and then > hesitated. "An > accident," she said. "Mr Fitzroy. We're just going to get > an ambulance." > > "My husband?" faltered Esme, clinging to Vangie. > > "He's ... erm ... eaten something that didn't agree with > him," said Florence > tactfully. > > But polite euphemisms went nowhere with Esme. > > "I didn't poison him!" she declared, clinging tighter to Vangie. Vangie kept her own amazed thoughts to herself. "No one is saying that anyone's been poisoned," she said firmly, patting Esme's hand. =Where did I leave my smelling salts...?= Oh. Back in that damned little clutch bag. Whereever that was. From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Tue Jan 4 09:39:56 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Tue Jan 4 09:39:58 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea In-Reply-To: <20050104113558.19323.qmail@web50703.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20050104143956.23486.qmail@web20223.mail.yahoo.com> "Ah...yes. Of course," Cyril said hesitantly. It was obvious it would do more damage to resist their efforts. "This way, ladies." He motioned toward the kitchen, his other arm protectively around Florence's waist. Lucinda followed with Nicola. In the kitchen, Florence showed them the tea leaves in the drainer, and the rest of the paraphenalia. There was no sign of any residue on the leaves. "And, if it's what I think it is, it would be hard to remove," said Lucinda thoughtfully. "This suggests that it wasn't the teapot that was poisoned - but the sugar, the milk, or one of the cups." "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion Mauberley asked sharply. "And don't let too many people handle the pot or cup. Fingerprints. Does anyone have the means to test for them?" Lady Pamela did," said Oswald from his position at the top of the stairs, still watching the bathroom door. "And she spilled most of it over her dress - perhaps fortunately." "Perhaps we should gather the other cups as well," Cyril called back over his shoulder to anyone remaining in the room. "I'll do that," said Marion, moving forward. "And mark them, as well." She rummaged in her handbag; unsurprisingly for a journalist, it contained, among other things, a small notebook and a pencil. Marion began scanning the room for teacups. There were quite a few, but none of them bore any traces of a suspicious residue. (OOC - anyone want to check the milk or the sugar?) "I think we need to alert an ambulance," said Lucinda, aware of the banging coming from the bathroom. "I'm going to go down and collect our fingerprint case - not that I think we'll find anything, but we ought to check. And we can go out and see if we can get an ambulance brought." "I'll go with you," said Florence, a little shakily. "I need some fresh air... " At the shouts from the group downstairs, Cyril called back, "Coming!" and rushed to assist them. Nicola headed over to the milk and sugar. 'Good thing I did decide to wear gloves,' she thought as she picked up a spoon and started sifting through the sugar, looking for residue. Following this, she started gently tilting the milk container to shift the milk from one side to the other and look for any residue inside it. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - now with 250MB free storage. Learn more. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 09:49:59 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 09:49:57 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea References: <20050104143956.23486.qmail@web20223.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <00e801c4f26c$aa625fa0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > "I think we need to alert an ambulance," said Lucinda, > aware of the banging coming from the bathroom. "I'm > going to go down and collect our fingerprint case - > not that I think we'll find anything, but we ought to > check. And we can go out and see if we can get an > ambulance brought." > > "I'll go with you," said Florence, a little shakily. > "I need some fresh air... " > > At the shouts from the group downstairs, Cyril called > back, "Coming!" and rushed to assist them. > > Nicola headed over to the milk and sugar. 'Good thing > I did decide to wear gloves,' she thought as she > picked up a spoon and started sifting through the > sugar, looking for residue. > > Following this, she started gently tilting the milk > container to shift the milk from one side to the other > and look for any residue inside it. > There was nothing ... Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy - if that was indeed what had happened - had specifically targeted only his cup. From Brian.Schoner at BellSouth.com Tue Jan 4 10:17:00 2005 From: Brian.Schoner at BellSouth.com (Schoner, Brian) Date: Tue Jan 4 10:17:40 2005 Subject: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom Message-ID: <272200DA1F3BC5418E2C925D433BAEE390DE62@01al10015010153.ad.bls.com> > "We'll get him upstairs onto a couch," said Oswald, who was > now outside the door with Marjorie (OOC - and anyone else?). > He indicated for Hodges (OOC - and any other able bodied males > present) to help him, and then looked at Majorie and Philip. > "You two ... see if there's anything incriminating in the > bathroom ... " Philip nodded and began going through the medicine cabinet. ***** "The information transmitted is intended only for the person or entity to which it is addressed and may contain confidential, proprietary, and/or privileged material. Any review, retransmission, dissemination or other use of, or taking of any action in reliance upon, this information by persons or entities other than the intended recipient is prohibited. If you received this in error, please contact the sender and delete the material from all computers." 118 From margdean at erols.com Tue Jan 4 10:17:03 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Tue Jan 4 10:17:48 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy References: <20050104001250.50862.qmail@web20225.mail.yahoo.com> <41D9E76A.DCA3264E@erols.com> <006c01c4f24c$c9ab9cc0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41DAB36F.B6B957E4@erols.com> Mel Mason wrote: > > > "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion Mauberley > > asked sharply. "And don't let too many people handle the pot or > > cup. Fingerprints. Does anyone have the means to test for > > them?" > > "We have the kit in our flat," Lucinda said to Marion. "But it's an inexact > science at best. Don't worry - I'll use a handkerchief and take care not to > smudge. And you should do the same." Marion nodded and rummaged a handkerchief out of her bag as well. --Margaret Dean From veazeyae at gmail.com Tue Jan 4 10:22:43 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Tue Jan 4 10:22:45 2005 Subject: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom In-Reply-To: <41DA3B46.5030408@elfworks.com> References: <126.53a72db1.2f0b7aca@aol.com> <41DA3B46.5030408@elfworks.com> Message-ID: > Marjorie in the meantime dashed to the bottom of the stairs. > "Mr. Oswald! Mr. Beaman!" she half screamed up. "It's Fitzroy! > We can't get in the bathroom and we think he's dyin'!" Warren made his way down the stairs; it took him some time, but when he reached the door he hefted his short, thick cane and pounded the end about where he thought the latch would be. From jadethe2nd at yahoo.com Tue Jan 4 11:15:55 2005 From: jadethe2nd at yahoo.com (Jade) Date: Tue Jan 4 11:16:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom In-Reply-To: <008901c4f251$5032dd40$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050104161555.62051.qmail@web60810.mail.yahoo.com> > Oswald turned to Cyril, just coming out of the > kitchen. > > "I suggest we bring him up here," he said. "I'd > rather not have to split > our forces any further. He nodded towards the two > nurses. "Clear a couch. > I'm not sure how much you will be able to do for him > - but you'd best try." > He stared at Tabitha for a moment. "I know you can > put your personal > feelings aside," he said. "No matter how appalling > the man is, he has to be > helped." > > Then he started down the stairs. Tabitha sighed, but stood up, blew her nose one final time and began to do as Oswald had asked. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Send holiday email and support a worthy cause. Do good. http://celebrity.mail.yahoo.com From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Tue Jan 4 11:21:47 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Tue Jan 4 11:21:47 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea References: <20050104143956.23486.qmail@web20223.mail.yahoo.com> <00e801c4f26c$aa625fa0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <00d201c4f279$7dd62f90$2200000a@FrontDesk> > "I'll go with you," said Florence, a little shakily. > "I need some fresh air... " > > At the shouts from the group downstairs, Cyril called > back, "Coming!" and rushed to assist them. > > Nicola headed over to the milk and sugar. 'Good thing > I did decide to wear gloves,' she thought as she > picked up a spoon and started sifting through the > sugar, looking for residue. > > Following this, she started gently tilting the milk > container to shift the milk from one side to the other > and look for any residue inside it. > There was nothing ... Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy - if that was indeed what had happened - had specifically targeted only his cup. And Richard appeared to be the one with the cups. He was standing off to the side, the cups neatly lined up on a sideboard, like soldiers waiting for inspection. He was watching the action with a vaguely lost look. He glanced down at the cup that Fitzroy had sipped from, and peered inside. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 12:05:49 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 12:05:50 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme References: Message-ID: <011301c4f27f$a4c4b620$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > There were footsteps resounding in the stairway. Vangie > glanced at Esme, then headed in that direction. "Hallooo?" she called. > > Florence and Lucinda appeared, hurrying down the stairs. > > "I'm afraid there's been an ... " Lucinda began, and then > hesitated. "An > accident," she said. "Mr Fitzroy. We're just going to get > an ambulance." > > "My husband?" faltered Esme, clinging to Vangie. > > "He's ... erm ... eaten something that didn't agree with > him," said Florence > tactfully. > > But polite euphemisms went nowhere with Esme. > > "I didn't poison him!" she declared, clinging tighter to Vangie. Vangie kept her own amazed thoughts to herself. "No one is saying that anyone's been poisoned," she said firmly, patting Esme's hand. =Where did I leave my smelling salts...?= Oh. Back in that damned little clutch bag. Whereever that was. Lucinda was looking at them, troubled. "I think you'd best go back upstais," she said. "Mr and Mrs Beaman's flat." Esme started up the stairs. Before Bangie could follow, Lucinda caught her arm. "I'm afraid it probably is poison," she said in a low voice. "I suspect it may be arsenic ... can you stay with her?" From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 12:13:28 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 12:13:28 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea References: <20050104143956.23486.qmail@web20223.mail.yahoo.com><00e801c4f26c$aa625fa0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <00d201c4f279$7dd62f90$2200000a@FrontDesk> Message-ID: <012301c4f280$b5c92310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > There was nothing ... > > Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy - if that was indeed what had > happened - > had specifically targeted only his cup. > > And Richard appeared to be the one with the cups. > > He was standing off to the side, the cups neatly lined up on a sideboard, > like soldiers waiting for inspection. He was watching the action with a > vaguely lost look. He glanced down at the cup that Fitzroy had sipped > from, > and peered inside. > Unlike all the others, the sludgy grey sediment was apparent. Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy must have slipped it directly into his cup. From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Tue Jan 4 12:17:45 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Tue Jan 4 12:17:50 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea References: <20050104143956.23486.qmail@web20223.mail.yahoo.com><00e801c4f26c$aa625fa0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><00d201c4f279$7dd62f90$2200000a@FrontDesk> <012301c4f280$b5c92310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <010001c4f281$52659af0$2200000a@FrontDesk> Unlike all the others, the sludgy grey sediment was apparent. Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy must have slipped it directly into his cup. "Err..." Richard looked up at the group. "I think we have it here. At least, that doesn't look like any tea -I've- ever drank." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 12:18:52 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 12:18:45 2005 Subject: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom References: <20050104161555.62051.qmail@web60810.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <012d01c4f281$76a9a9b0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Oswald turned to Cyril, just coming out of the >> kitchen. >> >> "I suggest we bring him up here," he said. "I'd >> rather not have to split >> our forces any further. He nodded towards the two >> nurses. "Clear a couch. >> I'm not sure how much you will be able to do for him >> - but you'd best try." >> He stared at Tabitha for a moment. "I know you can >> put your personal >> feelings aside," he said. "No matter how appalling >> the man is, he has to be >> helped." >> >> Then he started down the stairs. > > Tabitha sighed, but stood up, blew her nose one final > time and began to do as Oswald had asked. > There was a couch where the poisoned man could be laid. Tabuitha (OOC - and Pamela?) prepared it, even as Oswald and Hodges, assisted by Warren (and Michael?) carried Marty Fitroy upstairs. As he was laid down on the sofa, it became apparent that he was in a very bad way indeed - in a coma, it appeared, and failing rapidly. From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Tue Jan 4 12:22:35 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Tue Jan 4 12:22:42 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea In-Reply-To: <010001c4f281$52659af0$2200000a@FrontDesk> Message-ID: <20050104172235.33681.qmail@web20227.mail.yahoo.com> Unlike all the others, the sludgy grey sediment was apparent. Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy must have slipped it directly into his cup. "Err..." Richard looked up at the group. "I think we have it here. At least, that doesn't look like any tea -I've- ever drank." "Indeed," Nicola said, frowning at the ugly sludge. "There's nothing in the teapot or the sugar or the milk or any of the other cups. Somebody wanted Fitzroy- and only Fitzroy- dead." __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Send holiday email and support a worthy cause. Do good. http://celebrity.mail.yahoo.com From margdean at erols.com Tue Jan 4 12:24:57 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Tue Jan 4 12:25:42 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea References: <20050104172235.33681.qmail@web20227.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DAD169.7F82433A@erols.com> Jonathan Katalenic wrote: > > Unlike all the others, the sludgy grey sediment was > apparent. Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy must > have slipped it directly into his cup. > > "Err..." Richard looked up at the group. "I think we > have it here. At least, that doesn't look like any tea > -I've- ever drank." > > "Indeed," Nicola said, frowning at the ugly sludge. > "There's nothing in the teapot or the sugar or the > milk or any of the other cups. Somebody wanted > Fitzroy- and only Fitzroy- dead." "The question is," Marion Mauberley said grimly, "whether it is the same person who wanted Miss Diamond dead." --Margaret Dean From Mrfury28 at aol.com Tue Jan 4 12:37:25 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Tue Jan 4 12:37:39 2005 Subject: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom Message-ID: <22841486.5972FE2F.007D37FB@aol.com> Hodges assisted Oswald in lifting Fitzroy from the tub. "Get the door, lad." Hodges nodded at Philip, seeing as how the young man was looking for a way to help. Hodges huffed a bit at lifting Fitzroy's bulk, but a body used to a lifetime of blue collar work was sturdy. "Up we go..." Hodges grunted, then got a look at Fitzroy as the men lay him down. "He doesn't look good, does he...?" From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Tue Jan 4 13:18:58 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Tue Jan 4 13:18:32 2005 Subject: [MaC] Interviewing Esme Message-ID: > -----Original Message----- > From: murder_at_christmas-bounces@gamera.cc > [mailto:murder_at_christmas-bounces@gamera.cc] On Behalf Of Mel Mason > Sent: Tuesday, January 04, 2005 12:06 PM > To: murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > Subject: Re: [MaC] Interviewing Esme > > > > There were footsteps resounding in the stairway. Vangie glanced at > > Esme, then headed in that direction. "Hallooo?" she called. > > > > Florence and Lucinda appeared, hurrying down the stairs. > > > > "I'm afraid there's been an ... " Lucinda began, and then > hesitated. > > "An accident," she said. "Mr Fitzroy. We're just going to get > > an ambulance." > > > > "My husband?" faltered Esme, clinging to Vangie. > > > > "He's ... erm ... eaten something that didn't agree with him," said > > Florence tactfully. > > > > But polite euphemisms went nowhere with Esme. > > > > "I didn't poison him!" she declared, clinging tighter to Vangie. > > Vangie kept her own amazed thoughts to herself. "No one is > saying that anyone's been poisoned," she said firmly, patting > Esme's hand. =Where did I leave my smelling salts...?= > > Oh. Back in that damned little clutch bag. > > Whereever that was. > > Lucinda was looking at them, troubled. "I think you'd best go back > upstais," she said. "Mr and Mrs Beaman's flat." > > Esme started up the stairs. Before Vangie could follow, > Lucinda caught her > arm. > > "I'm afraid it probably is poison," she said in a low voice. > "I suspect it > may be arsenic ... can you stay with her?" Vangie blinked. Once. Then she said, "Of course," and hastened after Esme. They were nearly to the top of the stairs when Vangie suddenly thought, Oh. =Oh.= The bag. Sweetie had been playing with... ...now she remembered. From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Tue Jan 4 13:28:02 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Tue Jan 4 13:28:10 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea References: <20050104172235.33681.qmail@web20227.mail.yahoo.com> <41DAD169.7F82433A@erols.com> Message-ID: <013c01c4f28b$2640bf90$2200000a@FrontDesk> > "Indeed," Nicola said, frowning at the ugly sludge. > "There's nothing in the teapot or the sugar or the > milk or any of the other cups. Somebody wanted > Fitzroy- and only Fitzroy- dead." "The question is," Marion Mauberley said grimly, "whether it is the same person who wanted Miss Diamond dead." "But why?" Richard frowned, staring down at the cup with morbid curiousity. "Why together, on the same night. I mean--" And then he stopped dead as something occurred to him. "I know that present company isn't the best to know..." He started cautiously. "But... what are the legal implications of bigamy?" From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Tue Jan 4 13:36:34 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Tue Jan 4 13:36:38 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea In-Reply-To: <013c01c4f28b$2640bf90$2200000a@FrontDesk> Message-ID: <20050104183634.22948.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> --- Katie Fulton wrote: > > "Indeed," Nicola said, frowning at the ugly sludge. > > "There's nothing in the teapot or the sugar or the > > milk or any of the other cups. Somebody wanted > > Fitzroy- and only Fitzroy- dead." > > "The question is," Marion Mauberley said grimly, "whether it is > the same person who wanted Miss Diamond dead." Cyril had come back up the stairs as Fitzroy was carried to the couch. He now stood with Florence at the edge of the crowd, gazing at Marion intently. "Indeed," he murmured as he tried to remember where Marion had been sitting when he entered the room the first time. > > "But why?" Richard frowned, staring down at the cup with morbid > curiousity. > "Why together, on the same night. I mean--" And then he stopped dead > as > something occurred to him. > > "I know that present company isn't the best to know..." He started > cautiously. "But... what are the legal implications of bigamy?" "Bigamy?" Cyril glanced at him inquisitively. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - now with 250MB free storage. Learn more. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 13:47:34 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 13:47:34 2005 Subject: [MaC] In the Beamans' flat References: <20050104172235.33681.qmail@web20227.mail.yahoo.com> <41DAD169.7F82433A@erols.com> Message-ID: <018a01c4f28d$dad725a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Unlike all the others, the sludgy grey sediment was >> apparent. Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy must >> have slipped it directly into his cup. >> >> "Err..." Richard looked up at the group. "I think we >> have it here. At least, that doesn't look like any tea >> -I've- ever drank." >> >> "Indeed," Nicola said, frowning at the ugly sludge. >> "There's nothing in the teapot or the sugar or the >> milk or any of the other cups. Somebody wanted >> Fitzroy- and only Fitzroy- dead." > > "The question is," Marion Mauberley said grimly, "whether it is > the same person who wanted Miss Diamond dead." > There was a couch where the poisoned man could be laid. Tabuitha (OOC - and Pamela?) prepared it, even as Oswald and Hodges, assisted by Warren (and Michael?) carried Marty Fitroy upstairs. As he was laid down on the sofa, it became apparent that he was in a very bad way indeed - in a coma, it appeared, and failing rapidly. Hodges assisted Oswald in lifting Fitzroy from the tub. "Get the door, lad." Hodges nodded at Philip, seeing as how the young man was looking for a way to help. Hodges huffed a bit at lifting Fitzroy's bulk, but a body used to a lifetime of blue collar work was sturdy. "Up we go..." Hodges grunted, then got a look at Fitzroy as the men lay him down. "He doesn't look good, does he...?" "Marty!" It was a shriek from the doorway where Esme had appeared with Vangie behind her. "What happened?" From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 14:32:53 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 14:33:17 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea References: <20050104183634.22948.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <01a301c4f294$2f7d9f20$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> "But why?" Richard frowned, staring down at the cup with morbid >> curiousity. >> "Why together, on the same night. I mean--" And then he stopped dead >> as >> something occurred to him. >> >> "I know that present company isn't the best to know..." He started >> cautiously. "But... what are the legal implications of bigamy?" > > "Bigamy?" Cyril glanced at him inquisitively. > Esme gave a little moan. From ladyofamber at gmail.com Tue Jan 4 14:34:55 2005 From: ladyofamber at gmail.com (ladyofamber@gmail.com) Date: Tue Jan 4 14:34:59 2005 Subject: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom In-Reply-To: <22841486.5972FE2F.007D37FB@aol.com> References: <22841486.5972FE2F.007D37FB@aol.com> Message-ID: > Hodges assisted Oswald in lifting Fitzroy from the tub. "Get the door, lad." Hodges nodded at Philip, seeing as how the young man was looking for a way to help. Hodges huffed a bit at lifting Fitzroy's bulk, but a body used to a lifetime of blue collar work was sturdy. "Up we go..." Hodges grunted, then got a look at Fitzroy as the men lay him down. "He doesn't look good, does he...?" Marjorie in the meantime looked around the bathroom as Oswald instructed. She carefully entered the small room, looking closely at the floor, then around the rest of the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary. From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Tue Jan 4 14:37:33 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Tue Jan 4 14:38:10 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea References: <20050104183634.22948.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> <01a301c4f294$2f7d9f20$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <01a301c4f294$ed8e15d0$2200000a@FrontDesk> >> "I know that present company isn't the best to know..." He started >> cautiously. "But... what are the legal implications of bigamy?" > > "Bigamy?" Cyril glanced at him inquisitively. > Esme gave a little moan. "It's not much," Richard said, "But I heard a whisper a while back, that Fitzroy was a bigamist." He tried very hard not to look at Esme. "It was a rumor, of course, but I think the person was deadly serious. If it's true... what if wife number two is around, and had a hand in things?" From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 15:09:43 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 15:09:38 2005 Subject: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom References: <22841486.5972FE2F.007D37FB@aol.com> Message-ID: <01c701c4f299$555701a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Hodges assisted Oswald in lifting Fitzroy from the tub. "Get the door, >> lad." Hodges nodded at Philip, seeing as how the young man was looking >> for a way to help. Hodges huffed a bit at lifting Fitzroy's bulk, but a >> body used to a lifetime of blue collar work was sturdy. "Up we go..." >> Hodges grunted, then got a look at Fitzroy as the men lay him down. "He >> doesn't look good, does he...?" > > Marjorie in the meantime looked around the bathroom as Oswald instructed. > She > carefully entered the small room, looking closely at the floor, then > around the rest of > the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary. > Philip was going through the medicine cabinet still. There were the various pills and p[otions that one would expect to find - and expensive make up. There were also some less easily identifiable phials and pots. From ladyofamber at gmail.com Tue Jan 4 15:22:43 2005 From: ladyofamber at gmail.com (ladyofamber@gmail.com) Date: Tue Jan 4 15:22:46 2005 Subject: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom In-Reply-To: <01c701c4f299$555701a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <22841486.5972FE2F.007D37FB@aol.com> <01c701c4f299$555701a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: > > > > Marjorie in the meantime looked around the bathroom as Oswald instructed. > > She > > carefully entered the small room, looking closely at the floor, then > > around the rest of > > the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary. > > > Philip was going through the medicine cabinet still. > > There were the various pills and p[otions that one would expect to find - > and expensive make up. There were also some less easily identifiable phials > and pots. "What a mess..." Marjorie said under her breath. "You find anything?" she asked Philip as she looked at the bathtub. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Tue Jan 4 16:03:31 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Tue Jan 4 16:03:41 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea In-Reply-To: <01a301c4f294$ed8e15d0$2200000a@FrontDesk> Message-ID: <20050104210332.72110.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> --- Katie Fulton wrote: > >> "I know that present company isn't the best to know..." He started > >> cautiously. "But... what are the legal implications of bigamy?" > > > > "Bigamy?" Cyril glanced at him inquisitively. > > > > Esme gave a little moan. > > "It's not much," Richard said, "But I heard a whisper a while back, > that > Fitzroy was a bigamist." He tried very hard not to look at Esme. "It > was a > rumor, of course, but I think the person was deadly serious. If it's > true... > what if wife number two is around, and had a hand in things?" Cyril shook his head and chuckled ruefully. "Fascist, bigamist, extortionist. Is there anything he *wasn't*?" __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 16:11:45 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 16:12:01 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James References: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth><1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com><00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com><018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com><006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D9512A.8050803@mindspring.com> <006a01c4f1db$ed092d70$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> Message-ID: <01ed01c4f2a1$ff6f09a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>> "Certainly," Braham replied his tone curious. "What can I do for you?" >>>> >> "It is the matter of the..." James stopped speaking at the first sound of >> footsteps. >>> >>> At this point, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Arabella >>> came into view. >>> >> " Lady Arabella" James said, turning toward the newcomer. "How good of >> you to join us." > > Arabella never corrected anyone about her proper title, and certainly > would not do so at a time like this, with so many more important things on > everyone's minds. She smiled at the two men and said, "Not that it > wouldn't be charming, but I was just going to check on Flash. I'm sure > that all these comings and goings, and fuss outside -- not to mention in > the building -- has disconcerted him. Dogs sense things far more than > people do. Well, some people, don't you think?" > As they were standing on the stairs, Lucinda and Florence suddenly appeared. "It seems Mr Fitzroy has been poisoned," said Lucinda briefly - she saw no reason to be diuscreet in the company who could hardly be expected to feel much for the injured man. "We need to alert an ambulance - and then I'm getting the crime kit from our flat. I think you might as well go up to the Beamans' you know. There's no-one hiding in the flats, we've found ... and Mr Fitzroy isn't going to make another run for it now." From rmpruehs at cac.net Tue Jan 4 17:35:07 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Tue Jan 4 17:35:39 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea In-Reply-To: <20050104210332.72110.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> References: <01a301c4f294$ed8e15d0$2200000a@FrontDesk> <20050104210332.72110.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050104173425.02752268@mail.cac.net> > > >> "I know that present company isn't the best to know..." He started > > >> cautiously. "But... what are the legal implications of bigamy?" > > > > > > "Bigamy?" Cyril glanced at him inquisitively. > > > > > > > Esme gave a little moan. > > > > "It's not much," Richard said, "But I heard a whisper a while back, > > that > > Fitzroy was a bigamist." He tried very hard not to look at Esme. "It > > was a > > rumor, of course, but I think the person was deadly serious. If it's > > true... > > what if wife number two is around, and had a hand in things?" > >Cyril shook his head and chuckled ruefully. "Fascist, bigamist, >extortionist. Is there anything he *wasn't*?" "A good man," Vangie said sharply, taking Esme by the arm and guiding her to a nearby chair. From nowsounds at comcast.net Tue Jan 4 17:33:32 2005 From: nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds) Date: Tue Jan 4 17:36:20 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James References: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth><1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com><00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com><018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com><006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D9512A.8050803@mindspring.com><006a01c4f1db$ed092d70$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> <01ed01c4f2a1$ff6f09a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <001201c4f2ad$c70bf490$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> >> > > As they were standing on the stairs, Lucinda and Florence suddenly > appeared. > > "It seems Mr Fitzroy has been poisoned," said Lucinda briefly - she saw no > reason to be diuscreet in the company who could hardly be expected to feel > much for the injured man. "We need to alert an ambulance - and then I'm > getting the crime kit from our flat. I think you might as well go up to > the Beamans' you know. There's no-one hiding in the flats, we've found > ... and Mr Fitzroy isn't going to make another run for it now." "I should think not," Arabella said. "This is really becoming... rather complicated isn't it? First Miss Diamond, now Mr. Fitzroy. One might think... well, almost anything. A strangling, a poisoning... either we have a group of people that have attracted a wide array of enemies... or we have a rather versatile murderer on the premises." She turned to Braham and James. "I suppose we really should all go to the Beamans'." From dorothea at textartisan.com Tue Jan 4 17:40:21 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Tue Jan 4 17:42:26 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea In-Reply-To: <20050104210332.72110.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050104210332.72110.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DB1B55.80009@textartisan.com> > Cyril shook his head and chuckled ruefully. "Fascist, bigamist, > extortionist. Is there anything he *wasn't*?" "Dying," Pamela answered shortly. She had been hunting through her kit-bag for anything that might help -- but it wasn't a field hospital in miniature, just a jumped-up first-aid kit. She couldn't do anything. From jadethe2nd at yahoo.com Tue Jan 4 18:46:18 2005 From: jadethe2nd at yahoo.com (Jade) Date: Tue Jan 4 18:46:36 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea In-Reply-To: <41DB1B55.80009@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <20050104234619.6676.qmail@web60806.mail.yahoo.com> > > Cyril shook his head and chuckled ruefully. > "Fascist, bigamist, > > extortionist. Is there anything he *wasn't*?" > > "Dying," Pamela answered shortly. She had been > hunting through her > kit-bag for anything that might help -- but it > wasn't a field hospital > in miniature, just a jumped-up first-aid kit. She > couldn't do anything. > "Have you got nothing that might help?" Tabitha asked. She looked at the unconscious Marty and grimaced. "That isn't good... this isn't really the kind of thing I can just do a patch job on while we wait for the ambulance." She looked at the others. "Could someone help me to roll him onto his side? We can at least make sure that he doesn't drown in his own vomit... much as that does sound rather appealing." __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - Easier than ever with enhanced search. Learn more. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From veazeyae at gmail.com Tue Jan 4 18:49:06 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Tue Jan 4 18:49:07 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea In-Reply-To: <20050104234619.6676.qmail@web60806.mail.yahoo.com> References: <41DB1B55.80009@textartisan.com> <20050104234619.6676.qmail@web60806.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "Have you got nothing that might help?" Tabitha asked. > She looked at the unconscious Marty and grimaced. > "That isn't good... this isn't really the kind of > thing I can just do a patch job on while we wait for > the ambulance." She looked at the others. "Could > someone help me to roll him onto his side? We can at > least make sure that he doesn't drown in his own > vomit... much as that does sound rather appealing." Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this business, do they?" he asked Oswald. From dorothea at textartisan.com Tue Jan 4 19:00:55 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Tue Jan 4 19:03:03 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea In-Reply-To: References: <41DB1B55.80009@textartisan.com> <20050104234619.6676.qmail@web60806.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DB2E37.5010108@textartisan.com> Allen Veazey wrote: >>"Have you got nothing that might help?" Tabitha asked. >>She looked at the unconscious Marty and grimaced. >>"That isn't good... this isn't really the kind of >>thing I can just do a patch job on while we wait for >>the ambulance." She looked at the others. "Could >>someone help me to roll him onto his side? We can at >>least make sure that he doesn't drown in his own >>vomit... much as that does sound rather appealing." > > > Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts > at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this > business, do they?" he asked Oswald. "Smell his breath, that garlic smell," Pamela said woodenly to Tabitha as she took Marty's knees preparatory to rolling him onto his side. "I think that's arsenic. There's nothing, nothing at all -- he's already thrown it all up; that's the only thing I know to do. Liquids, if he can get them down and keep them there." Her voice cracked. "And if they're even *safe*." [ OOC note: The specific for arsenic poisoning is antilewisite, but a trudge through Google indicates that it hasn't been invented in 1940. If Marty could wait a couple-three years, the Brits would come up with it as a counteractive to chemical warfare... ] From margdean at erols.com Tue Jan 4 19:05:57 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Tue Jan 4 19:06:39 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea References: <41DB1B55.80009@textartisan.com> <20050104234619.6676.qmail@web60806.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DB2F65.6CC59BC9@erols.com> Allen Veazey wrote: > > > "Have you got nothing that might help?" Tabitha asked. > > She looked at the unconscious Marty and grimaced. > > "That isn't good... this isn't really the kind of > > thing I can just do a patch job on while we wait for > > the ambulance." She looked at the others. "Could > > someone help me to roll him onto his side? We can at > > least make sure that he doesn't drown in his own > > vomit... much as that does sound rather appealing." > > Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts > at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this > business, do they?" he asked Oswald. Marion looked over at Oswald, with a kind of grim amusement, to see his reaction to this query. --Margaret Dean From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 4 19:45:49 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 4 19:48:09 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea References: <41DB1B55.80009@textartisan.com><20050104234619.6676.qmail@web60806.mail.yahoo.com> <41DB2F65.6CC59BC9@erols.com> Message-ID: <001301c4f2bf$e7805880$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > "Have you got nothing that might help?" Tabitha asked. >> > She looked at the unconscious Marty and grimaced. >> > "That isn't good... this isn't really the kind of >> > thing I can just do a patch job on while we wait for >> > the ambulance." She looked at the others. "Could >> > someone help me to roll him onto his side? We can at >> > least make sure that he doesn't drown in his own >> > vomit... much as that does sound rather appealing." >> >> Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts >> at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this >> business, do they?" he asked Oswald. > > Marion looked over at Oswald, with a kind of grim amusement, to > see his reaction to this query. > Oswald winced. "You'd be surprised," he said. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Tue Jan 4 21:04:33 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Tue Jan 4 21:04:40 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea In-Reply-To: <001301c4f2bf$e7805880$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050105020433.738.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > >> > "Have you got nothing that might help?" Tabitha asked. > >> > She looked at the unconscious Marty and grimaced. > >> > "That isn't good... this isn't really the kind of > >> > thing I can just do a patch job on while we wait for > >> > the ambulance." She looked at the others. "Could > >> > someone help me to roll him onto his side? We can at > >> > least make sure that he doesn't drown in his own > >> > vomit... much as that does sound rather appealing. Cyril winced at the thought of Fitzroy ruining his carpet. The dying part did not bother him so much, since it was Fitzroy. "I'll get some towels or blankets," he offered and moved off to the bedroom. > >> > >> Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts > >> at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this > >> business, do they?" he asked Oswald. > > > > Marion looked over at Oswald, with a kind of grim amusement, to > > see his reaction to this query. > > > > Oswald winced. "You'd be surprised," he said. > > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The all-new My Yahoo! - What will yours do? http://my.yahoo.com From jvstin at mindspring.com Tue Jan 4 21:26:55 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Tue Jan 4 21:27:04 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James In-Reply-To: <001201c4f2ad$c70bf490$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> References: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth><1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com><00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com><018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com><006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D9512A.8050803@mindspring.com><006a01c4f1db$ed092d70$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> <01ed01c4f2a1$ff6f09a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <001201c4f2ad$c70bf490$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> Message-ID: <41DB506F.1070908@mindspring.com> on 1/4/2005 4:33 PM Nowsounds said the following: >>> >> >> As they were standing on the stairs, Lucinda and Florence suddenly >> appeared. >> >> "It seems Mr Fitzroy has been poisoned," said Lucinda briefly - she >> saw no reason to be diuscreet in the company who could hardly be >> expected to feel much for the injured man. "We need to alert an >> ambulance - and then I'm getting the crime kit from our flat. I think >> you might as well go up to the Beamans' you know. There's no-one >> hiding in the flats, we've found ... and Mr Fitzroy isn't going to >> make another run for it now." > > > "I should think not," Arabella said. "This is really becoming... rather > complicated isn't it? First Miss Diamond, now Mr. Fitzroy. One might > think... well, almost anything. A strangling, a poisoning... either we > have a group of people that have attracted a wide array of enemies... or > we have a rather versatile murderer on the premises." She turned to > Braham and James. "I suppose we really should all go to the Beamans'." > "Our hand has been forced, it would seem." James said, agreeing with Arabella and giving a nod to her, Lucinda and Florence. He turned to Braham. "I suppose the matter of which I wanted to discuss with you will have to wait; we have far bigger problems to worry about." From nowsounds at comcast.net Tue Jan 4 21:43:29 2005 From: nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds) Date: Tue Jan 4 21:43:33 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James References: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth><1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com><00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com><018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com><006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D9512A.8050803@mindspring.com><006a01c4f1db$ed092d70$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> <01ed01c4f2a1$ff6f09a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><001201c4f2ad$c70bf490$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> <41DB506F.1070908@mindspring.com> Message-ID: <006101c4f2d0$568bac10$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> > > "Our hand has been forced, it would seem." James said, agreeing with > Arabella and giving a nod to her, Lucinda and Florence. He turned to > Braham. "I suppose the matter of which I wanted to discuss with you will > have to wait; we have far bigger problems to worry about." Arabella walked briskly to the lift, assuming the others would be right behind her... From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 5 04:02:16 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 5 04:02:22 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James References: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth><1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com><00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com><018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com><006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D9512A.8050803@mindspring.com><006a01c4f1db$ed092d70$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> <01ed01c4f2a1$ff6f09a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><001201c4f2ad$c70bf490$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop><41DB506F.1070908@mindspring.com> <006101c4f2d0$568bac10$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> Message-ID: <005b01c4f305$419079f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> "Our hand has been forced, it would seem." James said, agreeing with >> Arabella and giving a nod to her, Lucinda and Florence. He turned to >> Braham. "I suppose the matter of which I wanted to discuss with you will >> have to wait; we have far bigger problems to worry about." > > Arabella walked briskly to the lift, assuming the others would be right > behind her... (OOC - Tara's ill, so I'm moving Braham for the moment.) James Drake was, although Lucinda, Braham and Florence continued outside to see if they could alert an ambulance. Thanks to Mr Hodges earlier administrations (with the aid of Michael and Cyril), they were able to contonue into the Beamans' flat. (OOC - The others will follow when Tara is well) From jvstin at mindspring.com Wed Jan 5 06:10:43 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Wed Jan 5 06:10:54 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James In-Reply-To: <005b01c4f305$419079f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth><1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com><00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com><018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com><006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D9512A.8050803@mindspring.com><006a01c4f1db$ed092d70$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> <01ed01c4f2a1$ff6f09a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><001201c4f2ad$c70bf490$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop><41DB506F.1070908@mindspring.com> <006101c4f2d0$568bac10$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> <005b01c4f305$419079f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41DBCB33.4070003@mindspring.com> on 1/5/2005 3:02 AM Mel Mason said the following: >>> "Our hand has been forced, it would seem." James said, agreeing with >>> Arabella and giving a nod to her, Lucinda and Florence. He turned to >>> Braham. "I suppose the matter of which I wanted to discuss with you >>> will have to wait; we have far bigger problems to worry about." >> >> >> Arabella walked briskly to the lift, assuming the others would be >> right behind her... > > > (OOC - Tara's ill, so I'm moving Braham for the moment.) > > James Drake was, although Lucinda, Braham and Florence continued outside > to see if they could alert an ambulance. Thanks to Mr Hodges earlier > administrations (with the aid of Michael and Cyril), they were able to > contonue into the Beamans' flat. > > > (OOC - The others will follow when Tara is well) > \(OOC: Thanks, Mel. I'm ill but I'm still here :) ) From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Wed Jan 5 06:17:01 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Wed Jan 5 06:17:12 2005 Subject: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <000701c4f318$176e5d50$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > "What a mess..." Marjorie said under her breath. "You find > anything?" she asked Philip as she looked at the bathtub. "Nothing that says 'poison' in big block letters, if that's what you mean," Philip replied. "Great-Aunt Evangeline will probably want one of these, though, with everything that's been going on." He took a bottle from the cabinet, and after a last look through the cabinet for something more incriminating, headed back out into the lounge. He moved over to where Evangeline was sitting and murmured something quietly into her ear, where Esme (and anyone else seated nearby) would not hear. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 5 10:57:22 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 5 10:57:14 2005 Subject: [MaC] You may be wondering why ... Message-ID: <00f501c4f33f$3e879a60$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Now most people were gathered in the longe of the Beamans' flat. Several people were talking quietly, while Pamela and Tabitha were tending the comatose Marty Fitzroy (although both could listen to and join in ith discussion with the room). The teacups had been carefully moved to one side for later inspection by the police, and people were left to eye one another speculatively, to ask questions and, it might be, to make accustaions. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Wed Jan 5 11:13:57 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Wed Jan 5 11:14:08 2005 Subject: [MaC] You may be wondering why ... In-Reply-To: <00f501c4f33f$3e879a60$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050105161357.91616.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > Now most people were gathered in the longe of the Beamans' flat. > > Several people were talking quietly, while Pamela and Tabitha were > tending > the comatose Marty Fitzroy (although both could listen to and join in > ith > discussion with the room). The teacups had been carefully moved to > one side > for later inspection by the police, and people were left to eye one > another > speculatively, to ask questions and, it might be, to make > accustaions. Cyril returned with towels, which he placed on the carpet under Fitzroy's head, and a blanket. He handed the blanket to the ladies to arrange as they saw fit. He then moved back to the edge of the crowd with Florence and spoke with her softly. His words could not be heard, but those around him noted his tone was soothing. > > > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The all-new My Yahoo! - What will yours do? http://my.yahoo.com From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Wed Jan 5 11:30:41 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Wed Jan 5 11:30:45 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea References: <20050105020433.738.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <00c501c4f343$e66a96c0$2200000a@FrontDesk> Cyril winced at the thought of Fitzroy ruining his carpet. The dying part did not bother him so much, since it was Fitzroy. "I'll get some towels or blankets," he offered and moved off to the bedroom. > >> > >> Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts > >> at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this > >> business, do they?" he asked Oswald. > > > > Marion looked over at Oswald, with a kind of grim amusement, to > > see his reaction to this query. > > > > Oswald winced. "You'd be surprised," he said. "Mrs. Fitzroy." Richard stepped forward, and looked at the almost widow gently. He kneeled before her. "Is there anything you know about your husband's other... entaglements? Saying something might clear up who is behind this, as well as help you." From dorothea at textartisan.com Wed Jan 5 12:44:48 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Wed Jan 5 12:47:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] JOINT POST: Everyone has secrets Message-ID: <41DC2790.8000305@textartisan.com> [ with the able participation of MC... ] Arabella got off the lift with James and went right to the Beamans' flat. A weary-looking, rather dishevelled Pamela looked up from taking Marty Fitzroy's pulse for the severalth time. "Mum! Where were you? We were worried." "I was with Mrs. Fitzroy, and some others, in Mrs. Evans' flat, and then I went to check on Flash... only I never quite got there.... What on earth is going on?" "Oh." Pamela pitched her voice for all the new arrivals. "Someone put arsenic in Mr. Fitzroy's tea. We're just hoping we can keep him alive until... Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle and a few others went to get an ambulance." It was a measure of how terrible and strange this Christmas Eve had been that Pamela could deliver such news in an entirely level, uninflected voice. Arabella shook her head. "First Miss Diamond, now this. I suppose this means Mr. Fitzroy probably didn't kill Miss Diamond... although it could have been a revenge killing... or we might even have two independent murderers... that seems a bit excessive, though, doesn't it?" Pamela shrugged, her eyes going back to her work, too tired and distressed to speculate. "Darling, you should sit down, have a cup... well, a spot of brandy." "No, Mum, no liquor... not tonight. Thanks, though." "You've been quite splendid, darling, throughout this entire dreadful evening. I'm so proud of you..." "Mum!" Pamela protested, embarrassed. But she did not resist Arabella's hands on her shoulders guiding her to a chair near the kitchen. "Now... I imagine you have no taste whatsoever for tea... and you said no to brandy..." She opened the refrigerator and took out the milk bottle, sniffing its contents discreetly before pouring a little in a pan and adding a few spoonsful of malt. "This should serve..." "Well... I'll try, but... not too much at first, I think." Pamela's face twisted involuntarily; she had only caught a glimpse of the loo, but she'd seen quite enough of Marty Fitzroy to turn her stomach. "And here we thought we were going to have a relatively quiet Christmas, compared to those at the front..." She stirred the pan. "Have you seen the Group Captain?" "He was looking for you. He asked me where you were, scared me half to death... why?" "Oh, I wanted to ask him about something... why would it scare you to have someone ask where I was?" "Look what happened when Miss Diamond disappeared for a few minutes," Pamela answered. "Mum, someone here is *killing people*!" "Well no one is going to kill me. I mean... why should they? I'm really rather a dull woman. Happily, your father never cared about that." Pamela blinked. "Dull? *You*, Mum? Well, I --" A thought surfaced, in the weirdly slow way her mind had been working ever since they heard about Miss Diamond. "Mum? Does the Group Captain think you're dull?" Arabella looked up from the pan. "Now why would you ask that, particularly?" "No reason," Pamela answered, straightening in her chair. "Except that he's around a lot, he just happened to be there to escort us up this evening, and he *did* ask about you. Mum, is there something you're not telling me?" "Well," she said, "everyone has secrets, Pamela." Then, in a less brisk tone -- almost demure -- she said, "We are 'keeping company'. He's a lovely man, so well-travelled and interesting. He tells wonderful stories and... he's just, quite simply, a very kind and gracious person." "Oh." Then, quite unexpectedly, Pamela smiled a smile that lit up her sallow, tired face until it was almost beautiful. "Mum, that's the first nice thing I've heard all evening. Really." "I didn't want to tell you -- or Edmund for that matter -- because I didn't know where it would go, or how you would feel about it..." She smiled as she poured the warm milk into a mug. "I should have trusted your heart better than I did." "Well, you needn't trouble Eddie if you don't want to; I certainly won't tell him unless you say it's all right. But *I* think it's lovely." "Thank you, dear... Now, drink that up." She smiled again. "I really didn't think I would be lucky twice. Your father was a remarkable man and... I wasn't looking to press my luck." Pamela did as she was told, surprised to find that the milk stayed down. "Mum?" she said timidly, wiping her mouth on a napkin. "Can I talk to you... tomorrow, maybe?" "Darling, you can talk to me anytime. Right now, if you like." She sat down with her. "Well..." Pamela looked over the full lounge, but no one was paying them especial attention. "All right, then; might as well get everything unpleasant over with. Do you remember Eddie's friend, Chad Allenby? Came to visit us on leave last summer?" "Yes, of course. Very pleasant and charming." "He... before he left he asked me to marry him." "Pamela... darling..." "I know, Mum, I know! But I..." "Go on," she said softly, reaching for her daughter's hand. Whatever this was, it wasn't as simple as a proposal. "Well, I was so surprised -- I didn't lead him on, Mum, I *swear* I didn't. He was so serious, and I *didn't* want to disappoint, so I -- I said yes, Mum. I shouldn't have, but I did, and..." Her voice trailed off to a whisper. "I wish I hadn't, but it's too late now." "I know you didn't 'lead him on;' you're incapable of that sort of behavior. As for saying yes..." It occurred to her that if his intentions had been completely honourable, he would have spoken to Edmund, who would most certainly have told her. "What happened, Pamela?" "I -- I was a little desperate, I think, Mum. I made him promise he wouldn't tell anyone until after the war. Because, really, I thought it was just a silly fancy, and he'd write to me directly saying he'd changed his mind." That was Pamela's insecurity speaking, and many the night had Arabella fretted over it. One needn't be a great beauty to succeed in life, she was herself proof of that. "But he didn't...?" "No. I mean to say -- he's written, but not to say that." Even in the dim light, Arabella could see her daughter's cheeks reddening. "Darling, what is it?" she asked, her heart aching for her daughter. "Oh, nothing, Mum. Just -- I thought this was only a scrape, and I'd get out of it and you'd never have to be the wiser, but..." Pamela sighed. "It doesn't look that way, I must say. If he comes back -- I'm ready to keep my word. That's all." "Pamela, if your word was given under the wrong circumstances... if you didn't have all the information you needed to make a proper decision... if there has been some sort of terrible change... darling, tell me. Perhaps... I can help." "No, nothing like that. That would... get me out of it, you see. As it is... I'm stuck, I suppose -- but really, Mum, no worse than that. And he's not a bad chap. You said so yourself." "Pamela... there's something you're not telling me. And I really wish you would." Pamela drew back, shocked. "That's all, Mum! That's everything. I -- Mum! You didn't think I -- got myself into Miss Diamond's difficulty -- Mum, *really*!" "No, no, of course not." She sighed. "Poor Miss Diamond. I know she wasn't always kind, but... she didn't deserve to be used and destroyed like that..." "No. No, she didn't. Horrible." Pamela drank the rest of her milk and leaned over to put the cup in the sink. "Well, I'm glad you know, Mum. It isn't exactly how I'd envisioned telling you I'd got engaged, though." "You never know, dear. If there isn't something... objectionable, if what he wrote to you didn't render him beyond consideration... people grow to love each other, if they're well-suited." "Thanks, Mum. I hope so. And thanks for taking it so well; I daresay it's not what you'd hoped. I'd hug you, but I'm such a mess from all this work..." "I don't mind," she said with a smile and hugged her daughter. "When he comes home... I shall want to speak with him. And then... whatever I can do to help you, you know that I shall." "Thanks, Mum," Pamela said again, kissing her mother's cheek. "We'll muddle through somehow. I'll write him to say I told you, then. I really ought to go spell Tabitha; do you mind?" "Not at all, dear." Pamela hugged her mother tightly, ran her hands over her unruly hair, and walked back toward the prone patient. Arabella continued to sit at the little kitchen table, musing on the strange turns this Christmas had taken... From hmace at elfworks.com Wed Jan 5 13:49:12 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Wed Jan 5 13:46:56 2005 Subject: [MaC] You may be wondering why ... In-Reply-To: <20050105161357.91616.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050105161357.91616.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DC36A8.8060904@elfworks.com> > >>Now most people were gathered in the longe of the Beamans' flat. >> >>Several people were talking quietly, while Pamela and Tabitha were >>tending >>the comatose Marty Fitzroy (although both could listen to and join in >>ith >>discussion with the room). The teacups had been carefully moved to >>one side >>for later inspection by the police, and people were left to eye one >>another >>speculatively, to ask questions and, it might be, to make >>accustaions. > > > Cyril returned with towels, which he placed on the carpet under > Fitzroy's head, and a blanket. He handed the blanket to the ladies to > arrange as they saw fit. He then moved back to the edge of the crowd > with Florence and spoke with her softly. His words could not be heard, > but those around him noted his tone was soothing. > Marjorie returned to the Beaman's lounge behind Philip, and sat herself down in a chair near the stairs. "Look..." she started, "Miss Diamond was killed, and I've heard some stuff but nothin' that tells us who might have killed her. She was pregnant, and she got an abortion and she was sick from it. At least that's what Lady Pamela and Lucinda said. And now people have those tea cups over there put aside like they're dangerous or something... Would someone please explain what's going on?" she asked plaintively. From jvstin at gmail.com Wed Jan 5 14:00:41 2005 From: jvstin at gmail.com (Jvstin) Date: Wed Jan 5 15:08:58 2005 Subject: [MaC] You may be wondering why ... In-Reply-To: <41DC36A8.8060904@elfworks.com> References: <20050105161357.91616.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> <41DC36A8.8060904@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <36e1ae03050105110024ffd064@mail.gmail.com> On Wed, 05 Jan 2005 10:49:12 -0800, Heather Mace wrote: > > > >>Now most people were gathered in the longe of the Beamans' flat. > >> > >>Several people were talking quietly, while Pamela and Tabitha were > >>tending > >>the comatose Marty Fitzroy (although both could listen to and join in > >>ith > >>discussion with the room). The teacups had been carefully moved to > >>one side > >>for later inspection by the police, and people were left to eye one > >>another > >>speculatively, to ask questions and, it might be, to make > >>accustaions. > > > > > > Cyril returned with towels, which he placed on the carpet under > > Fitzroy's head, and a blanket. He handed the blanket to the ladies to > > arrange as they saw fit. He then moved back to the edge of the crowd > > with Florence and spoke with her softly. His words could not be heard, > > but those around him noted his tone was soothing. > > > > Marjorie returned to the Beaman's lounge behind Philip, and sat > herself down in a chair near the stairs. > > "Look..." she started, "Miss Diamond was killed, and I've heard > some stuff but nothin' that tells us who might have killed her. > She was pregnant, and she got an abortion and she was sick from > it. At least that's what Lady Pamela and Lucinda said. And now > people have those tea cups over there put aside like they're > dangerous or something... Would someone please explain what's > going on?" she asked plaintively. > "Murder and attempted murder." James speculated, looking at Marjorie. He was standing in the lounge, too uncomfortable to sit down in the midst of the swirl of events. "Two unlikely choices as well, either two different murderers, as given the different methods used on Miss Diamond and Mr. Fitzroy." he said. "Or worse, a true sociopath who is willing to kill by any method necessary." "What, if anything, the two of them might draw a common enemy, is the question." James carefully did not look at anyone in the room as he said this. "The most logical connexion is the most unlikely one." His gaze fell, briefly, on Esme. From jvstin at gmail.com Wed Jan 5 14:00:41 2005 From: jvstin at gmail.com (Jvstin) Date: Wed Jan 5 15:10:07 2005 Subject: [MaC] You may be wondering why ... In-Reply-To: <41DC36A8.8060904@elfworks.com> References: <20050105161357.91616.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> <41DC36A8.8060904@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <36e1ae03050105110024ffd064@mail.gmail.com> On Wed, 05 Jan 2005 10:49:12 -0800, Heather Mace wrote: > > > >>Now most people were gathered in the longe of the Beamans' flat. > >> > >>Several people were talking quietly, while Pamela and Tabitha were > >>tending > >>the comatose Marty Fitzroy (although both could listen to and join in > >>ith > >>discussion with the room). The teacups had been carefully moved to > >>one side > >>for later inspection by the police, and people were left to eye one > >>another > >>speculatively, to ask questions and, it might be, to make > >>accustaions. > > > > > > Cyril returned with towels, which he placed on the carpet under > > Fitzroy's head, and a blanket. He handed the blanket to the ladies to > > arrange as they saw fit. He then moved back to the edge of the crowd > > with Florence and spoke with her softly. His words could not be heard, > > but those around him noted his tone was soothing. > > > > Marjorie returned to the Beaman's lounge behind Philip, and sat > herself down in a chair near the stairs. > > "Look..." she started, "Miss Diamond was killed, and I've heard > some stuff but nothin' that tells us who might have killed her. > She was pregnant, and she got an abortion and she was sick from > it. At least that's what Lady Pamela and Lucinda said. And now > people have those tea cups over there put aside like they're > dangerous or something... Would someone please explain what's > going on?" she asked plaintively. > "Murder and attempted murder." James speculated, looking at Marjorie. He was standing in the lounge, too uncomfortable to sit down in the midst of the swirl of events. "Two unlikely choices as well, either two different murderers, as given the different methods used on Miss Diamond and Mr. Fitzroy." he said. "Or worse, a true sociopath who is willing to kill by any method necessary." "What, if anything, the two of them might draw a common enemy, is the question." James carefully did not look at anyone in the room as he said this. "The most logical connexion is the most unlikely one." His gaze fell, briefly, on Esme. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 5 15:12:18 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 5 15:12:12 2005 Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea References: <20050105020433.738.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> <00c501c4f343$e66a96c0$2200000a@FrontDesk> Message-ID: <015501c4f362$db4ae640$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > Cyril winced at the thought of Fitzroy ruining his carpet. The dying > part did not bother him so much, since it was Fitzroy. "I'll get some > towels or blankets," he offered and moved off to the bedroom. >> >> >> >> Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts >> >> at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this >> >> business, do they?" he asked Oswald. >> > >> > Marion looked over at Oswald, with a kind of grim amusement, to >> > see his reaction to this query. >> > >> >> Oswald winced. "You'd be surprised," he said. > > "Mrs. Fitzroy." Richard stepped forward, and looked at the almost widow > gently. He kneeled before her. "Is there anything you know about your > husband's other... entaglements? Saying something might clear up who is > behind this, as well as help you." > Esme looked at him ... and then dissolved in tears. "That's just it!" she said. "I'm not Mrs Fitzroy! Marty ... he's never married me! But as for bigamy ... " She gave a shudder. "He wouldn't do a thing like that!" From Mrfury28 at aol.com Wed Jan 5 15:17:56 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Wed Jan 5 15:18:04 2005 Subject: [MaC] You may be wondering why ... Message-ID: <24A0DDA0.1CE3870A.007D37FB@aol.com> Hodges speculated aloud, "Wouldn't the first Mrs. Fitzroy, if there is one - pardon me Mrs. Fitzroy!", aside to Esme, "- then inherit all Fitzroy's money?" From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 5 15:19:12 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 5 15:23:15 2005 Subject: [MaC] You may be wondering why ... References: <20050105161357.91616.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com><41DC36A8.8060904@elfworks.com> <36e1ae03050105110024ffd064@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <018501c4f363$d293ccf0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> "Look..." she started, "Miss Diamond was killed, and I've heard >> some stuff but nothin' that tells us who might have killed her. >> She was pregnant, and she got an abortion and she was sick from >> it. At least that's what Lady Pamela and Lucinda said. And now >> people have those tea cups over there put aside like they're >> dangerous or something... Would someone please explain what's >> going on?" she asked plaintively. >> > "Murder and attempted murder." James speculated, looking at Marjorie. > He was standing in the lounge, too uncomfortable to sit down in the > midst of the swirl of events. "Two unlikely choices as well, either > two different murderers, as given the different methods used on Miss > Diamond and Mr. Fitzroy." he said. "Or worse, a true sociopath who > is willing to kill by any method necessary." > > "What, if anything, the two of them might draw a common enemy, is the > question." James carefully did not look at anyone in the room as he > said this. "The most logical connexion is the most unlikely one." His > gaze fell, briefly, on Esme. > "I just gave her the address!" wailed Esme. "She said she wanted it for a friend! I didn't know .... " From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 5 15:25:01 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 5 15:24:48 2005 Subject: [MaC] You may be wondering why ... References: <20050105161357.91616.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> <41DC36A8.8060904@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <01a901c4f364$a2ae7d40$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Cyril returned with towels, which he placed on the carpet under >> Fitzroy's head, and a blanket. He handed the blanket to the ladies to >> arrange as they saw fit. He then moved back to the edge of the crowd >> with Florence and spoke with her softly. His words could not be heard, >> but those around him noted his tone was soothing. >> > > Marjorie returned to the Beaman's lounge behind Philip, and sat > herself down in a chair near the stairs. > > "Look..." she started, "Miss Diamond was killed, and I've heard > some stuff but nothin' that tells us who might have killed her. > She was pregnant, and she got an abortion and she was sick from > it. At least that's what Lady Pamela and Lucinda said. And now > people have those tea cups over there put aside like they're > dangerous or something... Would someone please explain what's > going on?" she asked plaintively. > "Mr Fitzroy was, we believe, poisoned with arsenic," said Oswald heavily. "It was put into his cup and his alone. We want to establish who did it ... and why. Perhaps if we know why ... we will also know who." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 5 15:32:03 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 5 15:31:53 2005 Subject: [MaC] You may be wondering why ... References: <24A0DDA0.1CE3870A.007D37FB@aol.com> Message-ID: <01bb01c4f365$9e49a710$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > Hodges speculated aloud, "Wouldn't the first Mrs. Fitzroy, if there is > one - pardon me Mrs. Fitzroy!", aside to Esme, "- then inherit all > Fitzroy's money?" Esme gave a little wail. "He ... he's left alone his money to ... to political causes! Our children - he disinherited them because ... because they support the war against Herr Hitler." From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Wed Jan 5 16:59:37 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Wed Jan 5 16:59:40 2005 Subject: [MaC] You may be wondering why ... In-Reply-To: <01a901c4f364$a2ae7d40$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050105215937.37895.qmail@web50703.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > >> Cyril returned with towels, which he placed on the carpet under > >> Fitzroy's head, and a blanket. He handed the blanket to the > ladies to > >> arrange as they saw fit. He then moved back to the edge of the > crowd > >> with Florence and spoke with her softly. His words could not be > heard, > >> but those around him noted his tone was soothing. > >> > > > > Marjorie returned to the Beaman's lounge behind Philip, and sat > > herself down in a chair near the stairs. > > > > "Look..." she started, "Miss Diamond was killed, and I've heard > > some stuff but nothin' that tells us who might have killed her. > > She was pregnant, and she got an abortion and she was sick from > > it. At least that's what Lady Pamela and Lucinda said. And now > > people have those tea cups over there put aside like they're > > dangerous or something... Would someone please explain what's > > going on?" she asked plaintively. > > > > "Mr Fitzroy was, we believe, poisoned with arsenic," said Oswald > heavily. > "It was put into his cup and his alone. We want to establish who did > it ... > and why. Perhaps if we know why ... we will also know who." >From his spot at the rear of the crowd, Cyril watched Miss Mauberly closely throughout the discussion. Briefly, he turned away and pulled a small metallic object from his pocket. After glancing at it quickly, he replaced it and returned his gaze to Marion. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - You care about security. So do we. http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail From hmace at elfworks.com Wed Jan 5 17:30:57 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Wed Jan 5 17:28:41 2005 Subject: [MaC] You may be wondering why ... In-Reply-To: <01bb01c4f365$9e49a710$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <24A0DDA0.1CE3870A.007D37FB@aol.com> <01bb01c4f365$9e49a710$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41DC6AA1.8000500@elfworks.com> > > > Esme gave a little wail. > > "He ... he's left alone his money to ... to political causes! Our > children - he disinherited them because ... because they support the war > against Herr Hitler." "You got children?" Marjorie said with surprise. "So... one of them could have done it, too." Then her gaze turned hard on Esme. "But I think you did want Miss Diamond dead. Especially since you weren't married to Fitzroy. It would'a been easy for him to turn you and and take her in, especially if she was pregnant by Fitzroy. After all wasn't it your sister who bodged the operation on Miss Diamond? Maybe it was deliberate." From faespinner at yahoo.com Wed Jan 5 18:06:20 2005 From: faespinner at yahoo.com (Tara Kunkel) Date: Wed Jan 5 18:06:48 2005 Subject: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James In-Reply-To: <005b01c4f305$419079f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com> <005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com> <00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com> <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41D9512A.8050803@mindspring.com> <006a01c4f1db$ed092d70$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> <01ed01c4f2a1$ff6f09a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <001201c4f2ad$c70bf490$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> <41DB506F.1070908@mindspring.com> <006101c4f2d0$568bac10$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> Message-ID: <5.1.0.14.0.20050105180327.02868e78@pop.mail.yahoo.com> >James Drake was, although Lucinda, Braham and Florence continued outside >to see if they could alert an ambulance. Thanks to Mr Hodges earlier >administrations (with the aid of Michael and Cyril), they were able to >contonue into the Beamans' flat. As he exited, Braham played the coming conversation out in his head. The first report of difficulties did not go well. He doubted the second would be better. All the same he was now glad he tried to make peace earlier rather then stomping off. "Excuse me," he called as he opened the door to the street. He hoped to get the attention of one of the nearby wardens. "It's an emergency. We are in desperate need of an ambulance." He stood his ground as he awaited a response. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 5 18:20:48 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 5 18:20:38 2005 Subject: [MaC] Return to the top floor References: <018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth><1f1.3207f50b.2f0779ff@aol.com><005c01c4efe6$54cdb360$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D6C883.5060009@mindspring.com><00e501c4f032$61d274f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D713D3.7040701@mindspring.com><018601c4f05f$81f28310$0202a8c0@Behemoth><5.1.0.14.0.20050102183924.02884b80@pop.mail.yahoo.com><006001c4f18a$c2f0d340$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41D9512A.8050803@mindspring.com><006a01c4f1db$ed092d70$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop><01ed01c4f2a1$ff6f09a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><001201c4f2ad$c70bf490$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop><41DB506F.1070908@mindspring.com><006101c4f2d0$568bac10$6401a8c0@BarbaraLaptop> <5.1.0.14.0.20050105180327.02868e78@pop.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <020f01c4f37d$30a97510$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>James Drake was, although Lucinda, Braham and Florence continued outside >>to see if they could alert an ambulance. Thanks to Mr Hodges earlier >>administrations (with the aid of Michael and Cyril), they were able to >>contonue into the Beamans' flat. > > As he exited, Braham played the coming conversation out in his head. The > first report of difficulties did not go well. He doubted the second would > be better. All the same he was now glad he tried to make peace earlier > rather then stomping off. > > "Excuse me," he called as he opened the door to the street. He hoped to > get the attention of one of the nearby wardens. "It's an emergency. We are > in desperate need of an ambulance." He stood his ground as he awaited a > response. Either than had been a change of shift, or dealing with the living was given a higher priority than dealing with he dead. At all events, an ambulance was promised ... as soon it could be brought with relative safety (and now they were estimating that the UXB would be dealt with within the next two hours. For the moment, the inhabitants of the flats were to stay where they were. With this reassuring news, Florence, Braham and Lucinda were able to make their way back to the Beamans' flat, pausing en route at the Skeffington-Nottle's flat to collect a large grey holdall which Licinda explained was the murder kit that she and Oswald had used in what she termed their 'civilian days'. Then they went up to the top floor, where, once they explained what had been arranged, Cyril drew Florence in to a private conversation, while Lucinda left the bag to one side, with a significant look at her husband. (OOC - that brings everyone together, although some people - Vangie and Philip, Arabella and Pamela, perhaps others - have moved aside for private conversations) From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 5 18:27:08 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 5 18:26:58 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <24A0DDA0.1CE3870A.007D37FB@aol.com><01bb01c4f365$9e49a710$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41DC6AA1.8000500@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <021501c4f37e$138cf410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Esme gave a little wail. >> >> "He ... he's left alone his money to ... to political causes! Our >> children - he disinherited them because ... because they support the war >> against Herr Hitler." > > "You got children?" Marjorie said with surprise. "So... one of them > could have done it, too." > > Then her gaze turned hard on Esme. "But I think you did want > Miss Diamond dead. Especially since you weren't married to > Fitzroy. It would'a been easy for him to turn you and and > take her in, especially if she was pregnant by Fitzroy. After > all wasn't it your sister who bodged the operation on Miss > Diamond? Maybe it was deliberate." > Esme looked at her in horror. "But ... but ... it wasn't Marty's!" From margdean at erols.com Wed Jan 5 18:30:14 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Wed Jan 5 18:30:52 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <24A0DDA0.1CE3870A.007D37FB@aol.com><01bb01c4f365$9e49a710$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41DC6AA1.8000500@elfworks.com> <021501c4f37e$138cf410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41DC7886.140E348@erols.com> Mel Mason wrote: > > >> Esme gave a little wail. > >> > >> "He ... he's left alone his money to ... to political causes! Our > >> children - he disinherited them because ... because they support the war > >> against Herr Hitler." > > > > "You got children?" Marjorie said with surprise. "So... one of them > > could have done it, too." > > > > Then her gaze turned hard on Esme. "But I think you did want > > Miss Diamond dead. Especially since you weren't married to > > Fitzroy. It would'a been easy for him to turn you and and > > take her in, especially if she was pregnant by Fitzroy. After > > all wasn't it your sister who bodged the operation on Miss > > Diamond? Maybe it was deliberate." > > Esme looked at her in horror. "But ... but ... it wasn't Marty's!" "Do you know whose it was, then?" asked Marion, who after collecting and marking the teacups had been sitting and listening to the conversations. Her tone was conversational, unemphatic -- her interviewer's voice. --Margaret Dean From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 5 18:35:05 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 5 18:34:51 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <24A0DDA0.1CE3870A.007D37FB@aol.com><01bb01c4f365$9e49a710$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41DC6AA1.8000500@elfworks.com><021501c4f37e$138cf410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41DC7886.140E348@erols.com> Message-ID: <022301c4f37f$2fca4dc0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > Then her gaze turned hard on Esme. "But I think you did want >> > Miss Diamond dead. Especially since you weren't married to >> > Fitzroy. It would'a been easy for him to turn you and and >> > take her in, especially if she was pregnant by Fitzroy. After >> > all wasn't it your sister who bodged the operation on Miss >> > Diamond? Maybe it was deliberate." >> >> Esme looked at her in horror. "But ... but ... it wasn't Marty's!" > > "Do you know whose it was, then?" asked Marion, who after > collecting and marking the teacups had been sitting and listening > to the conversations. Her tone was conversational, unemphatic -- > her interviewer's voice. > Esme shook her head. "She didn't tell me," she said. "All I knew ... it was an officer of some kind. And Marty told her ... she had to get rid of it, or her career was finished." From faespinner at yahoo.com Wed Jan 5 18:37:21 2005 From: faespinner at yahoo.com (Tara Kunkel) Date: Wed Jan 5 18:37:41 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <021501c4f37e$138cf410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <24A0DDA0.1CE3870A.007D37FB@aol.com> <01bb01c4f365$9e49a710$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41DC6AA1.8000500@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <5.1.0.14.0.20050105183406.028cb4f0@pop.mail.yahoo.com> At 06:27 PM 1/5/2005, you wrote: >>>Esme gave a little wail. >>> >>>"He ... he's left alone his money to ... to political causes! Our >>>children - he disinherited them because ... because they support the war >>>against Herr Hitler." Braham stopped in his tracks as he overheard this comment and gave a little snort. Perhaps it was a fascist thing he wondered vaguely; disowning children rather then simply disagreeing. He found himself liking the man even less. So much less he scarcely cared that he was dying. >>"You got children?" Marjorie said with surprise. "So... one of them >>could have done it, too." >> >>Then her gaze turned hard on Esme. "But I think you did want >>Miss Diamond dead. Especially since you weren't married to >>Fitzroy. It would'a been easy for him to turn you and and >>take her in, especially if she was pregnant by Fitzroy. After >>all wasn't it your sister who bodged the operation on Miss >>Diamond? Maybe it was deliberate." > >Esme looked at her in horror. "But ... but ... it wasn't Marty's!" "Then whose was it?" Braham asked as he came up behind her. He doubted she knew but figured at this point there was little harm in asking. Beyond that he was growing tired of being patient. From margdean at erols.com Wed Jan 5 18:40:48 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Wed Jan 5 18:41:23 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <24A0DDA0.1CE3870A.007D37FB@aol.com><01bb01c4f365$9e49a710$0202a8c0@Behemoth><41DC6AA1.8000500@elfworks.com><021501c4f37e$138cf410$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41DC7886.140E348@erols.com> <022301c4f37f$2fca4dc0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41DC7B00.20F17DB3@erols.com> Mel Mason wrote: > > >> > Then her gaze turned hard on Esme. "But I think you did want > >> > Miss Diamond dead. Especially since you weren't married to > >> > Fitzroy. It would'a been easy for him to turn you and and > >> > take her in, especially if she was pregnant by Fitzroy. After > >> > all wasn't it your sister who bodged the operation on Miss > >> > Diamond? Maybe it was deliberate." > >> > >> Esme looked at her in horror. "But ... but ... it wasn't Marty's!" > > > > "Do you know whose it was, then?" asked Marion, who after > > collecting and marking the teacups had been sitting and listening > > to the conversations. Her tone was conversational, unemphatic -- > > her interviewer's voice. > > Esme shook her head. "She didn't tell me," she said. "All I knew ... it > was an officer of some kind. And Marty told her ... she had to get rid of > it, or her career was finished." "There are quite a lot of officers about, these days," said Marion, deliberately refraining from looking at anyone in the room. "Did she say anything else about him?" --Margaret Dean From jadethe2nd at yahoo.com Wed Jan 5 18:44:02 2005 From: jadethe2nd at yahoo.com (Jade) Date: Wed Jan 5 18:44:08 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <022301c4f37f$2fca4dc0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050105234402.70826.qmail@web60803.mail.yahoo.com> >> > Then her gaze turned hard on Esme. "But I think you did want >> > Miss Diamond dead. Especially since you weren't married to >> > Fitzroy. It would'a been easy for him to turn you and and >> > take her in, especially if she was pregnant by Fitzroy. After >> > all wasn't it your sister who bodged the operation on Miss >> > Diamond? Maybe it was deliberate." >> >> Esme looked at her in horror. "But ... but ... it wasn't Marty's!" > > "Do you know whose it was, then?" asked Marion, who after > collecting and marking the teacups had been sitting and listening > to the conversations. Her tone was conversational, unemphatic -- > her interviewer's voice. > Esme shook her head. "She didn't tell me," she said. "All I knew ... it was an officer of some kind. And Marty told her ... she had to get rid of it, or her career was finished." Tabitha glared at Marty's face, though she knew he couldn't possibly see her. "That's horrible," she said. "Though I can't say I'm surprised. But... we do have several officers here." She looked around nervously. "Could it have been one of them? And if he thought Mr Fitzroy knew who he was... that could be a motive for both Nola's murder and your husband's -- as of now -- attempted murder." __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 5 18:56:46 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 5 18:56:35 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050105234402.70826.qmail@web60803.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <023101c4f382$37202c90$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > Esme shook her head. "She didn't tell me," she said. > "All I knew ... it was an officer of some kind. And > Marty told her ... she had to get rid of it, or her > career was finished." > > Tabitha glared at Marty's face, though she knew he > couldn't possibly see her. "That's horrible," she > said. "Though I can't say I'm surprised. But... we do > have several officers here." She looked around > nervously. "Could it have been one of them? And if he > thought Mr Fitzroy knew who he was... that could be a > motive for both Nola's murder and your husband's -- as > of now -- attempted murder." > "I don't know," admitted Esme. "I don't ... think so. She thought ... if she told Marty ... he might do something. She didn't even tell him that he was an officer. And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty got it out of me." From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Wed Jan 5 19:12:10 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Wed Jan 5 19:12:11 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <023101c4f382$37202c90$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <20050105234402.70826.qmail@web60803.mail.yahoo.com> <023101c4f382$37202c90$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <3b089f7c05010516122f6da5a5@mail.gmail.com> On Wed, 5 Jan 2005 23:56:46 -0000, Mel Mason wrote: > > Esme shook her head. "She didn't tell me," she said. > > "All I knew ... it was an officer of some kind. And > > Marty told her ... she had to get rid of it, or her > > career was finished." > > > > Tabitha glared at Marty's face, though she knew he > > couldn't possibly see her. "That's horrible," she > > said. "Though I can't say I'm surprised. But... we do > > have several officers here." She looked around > > nervously. "Could it have been one of them? And if he > > thought Mr Fitzroy knew who he was... that could be a > > motive for both Nola's murder and your husband's -- as > > of now -- attempted murder." > > > > "I don't know," admitted Esme. "I don't ... think so. She thought ... if > she told Marty ... he might do something. She didn't even tell him that he > was an officer. And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty got it out > of me." "So, this officer would have reason to kill her, to keep his name clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi and the man who facilitated the murder of his child." "Convenient." "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course. Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers." From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Wed Jan 5 19:20:19 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Wed Jan 5 19:20:28 2005 Subject: [MaC] JOINT POST: Everyone has secrets In-Reply-To: <41DC2790.8000305@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <000f01c4f385$85581a00$96f1fea9@BriansPC> OOC: Very, very nice! From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 5 19:36:09 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 5 19:36:03 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050105234402.70826.qmail@web60803.mail.yahoo.com><023101c4f382$37202c90$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <3b089f7c05010516122f6da5a5@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <026901c4f387$b7897530$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > Tabitha glared at Marty's face, though she knew he >> > couldn't possibly see her. "That's horrible," she >> > said. "Though I can't say I'm surprised. But... we do >> > have several officers here." She looked around >> > nervously. "Could it have been one of them? And if he >> > thought Mr Fitzroy knew who he was... that could be a >> > motive for both Nola's murder and your husband's -- as >> > of now -- attempted murder." >> > >> "I don't know," admitted Esme. "I don't ... think so. She thought ... >> if >> she told Marty ... he might do something. She didn't even tell him that >> he >> was an officer. And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty got it >> out >> of me." > > "So, this officer would have reason to kill her, to keep his name > clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi > and the man who facilitated the murder of his child." > > "Convenient." > > "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that > leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course. > Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers." > "Indeed," said Oswald gravely. "Although I can't aspire to your track record, old boy. "It may not be a British serviceman, remember. I wonder if any of the civilians here have seen service with other forces. "And we shouldn't forget - the father of Nola's baby may very well not be the one who killed - although he would, perhaps, have a powerful motive for attempting to kill Fitzroy." From hmace at elfworks.com Wed Jan 5 19:39:22 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Wed Jan 5 19:37:04 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <3b089f7c05010516122f6da5a5@mail.gmail.com> References: <20050105234402.70826.qmail@web60803.mail.yahoo.com> <023101c4f382$37202c90$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <3b089f7c05010516122f6da5a5@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <41DC88BA.5080209@elfworks.com> >>> >> >>"I don't know," admitted Esme. "I don't ... think so. She thought ... if >>she told Marty ... he might do something. She didn't even tell him that he >>was an officer. And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty got it out >>of me." > > > "So, this officer would have reason to kill her, to keep his name > clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi > and the man who facilitated the murder of his child." > > "Convenient." > > "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that > leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course. > Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers." > "But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she was sleepin' with an officer?" Marjorie asked Esme. "I thought you just said she asked you for the card for a friend?" From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 5 19:40:45 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 5 19:40:41 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050105234402.70826.qmail@web60803.mail.yahoo.com> <023101c4f382$37202c90$0202a8c0@Behemoth><3b089f7c05010516122f6da5a5@mail.gmail.com> <41DC88BA.5080209@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <026f01c4f388$5c213b00$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>"I don't know," admitted Esme. "I don't ... think so. She thought ... >>>if >>>she told Marty ... he might do something. She didn't even tell him that >>>he >>>was an officer. And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty got it >>>out >>>of me." >> >> >> "So, this officer would have reason to kill her, to keep his name >> clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi >> and the man who facilitated the murder of his child." >> >> "Convenient." >> >> "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that >> leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course. >> Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers." >> > > "But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she was sleepin' with an > officer?" Marjorie asked Esme. "I thought you just said she asked > you for the card for a friend?" > "She said her friend was sleeping with an officer," Esme explained. "So ... when I realised it was her, I thought that the rest was probably true - the officer, and Marty threatening to destroy the girl's career." From faespinner at yahoo.com Wed Jan 5 19:51:37 2005 From: faespinner at yahoo.com (Tara Kunkel) Date: Wed Jan 5 19:52:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <026f01c4f388$5c213b00$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <20050105234402.70826.qmail@web60803.mail.yahoo.com> <023101c4f382$37202c90$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <3b089f7c05010516122f6da5a5@mail.gmail.com> <41DC88BA.5080209@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <5.1.0.14.0.20050105195000.0291d6e0@pop.mail.yahoo.com> At 07:40 PM 1/5/2005, you wrote: >>>>"I don't know," admitted Esme. "I don't ... think so. She thought ... if >>>>she told Marty ... he might do something. She didn't even tell him that he >>>>was an officer. And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty got it out >>>>of me." >>> >>> >>>"So, this officer would have reason to kill her, to keep his name >>>clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi >>>and the man who facilitated the murder of his child." >>> >>>"Convenient." >>> >>>"So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that >>>leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course. >>>Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers." >> >>"But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she was sleepin' with an >>officer?" Marjorie asked Esme. "I thought you just said she asked >>you for the card for a friend?" > >"She said her friend was sleeping with an officer," Esme explained. "So >... when I realised it was her, I thought that the rest was probably true >- the officer, and Marty threatening to destroy the girl's career." "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of trying to further protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps it was not an officer at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who it was. That could mean just about any man in this room could be guilty." From hmace at elfworks.com Wed Jan 5 20:22:44 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Wed Jan 5 20:20:27 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <5.1.0.14.0.20050105195000.0291d6e0@pop.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050105234402.70826.qmail@web60803.mail.yahoo.com> <023101c4f382$37202c90$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <3b089f7c05010516122f6da5a5@mail.gmail.com> <41DC88BA.5080209@elfworks.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050105195000.0291d6e0@pop.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DC92E4.1050909@elfworks.com> >>>> >>>> "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that >>>> leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course. >>>> Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers." >>> >>> >>> "But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she was sleepin' with an >>> officer?" Marjorie asked Esme. "I thought you just said she asked >>> you for the card for a friend?" >> >> >> "She said her friend was sleeping with an officer," Esme explained. >> "So ... when I realised it was her, I thought that the rest was >> probably true - the officer, and Marty threatening to destroy the >> girl's career." > > > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of trying to further > protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps it was not an officer > at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who it was. That could > mean just about any man in this room could be guilty." "It doesn't mean the father of the baby was the murderer, either," Marjorie pointed out. "Maybe... Miss Diamond had more than one lover? Or maybe... the father had more than one lover, too." She shook her head. "This is getting awfully complicated." "Was Fitzroy actually married to anyone? Does anyone here know? In fact... does Fitzroy have a safe or anything like that? I bet there'd be clues in there." From jvstin at mindspring.com Wed Jan 5 20:21:48 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Wed Jan 5 20:22:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <5.1.0.14.0.20050105195000.0291d6e0@pop.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050105234402.70826.qmail@web60803.mail.yahoo.com> <023101c4f382$37202c90$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <3b089f7c05010516122f6da5a5@mail.gmail.com> <41DC88BA.5080209@elfworks.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050105195000.0291d6e0@pop.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DC92AC.4040609@mindspring.com> on 1/5/2005 6:51 PM Tara Kunkel said the following: > At 07:40 PM 1/5/2005, you wrote: > >>>>> "I don't know," admitted Esme. "I don't ... think so. She thought >>>>> ... if >>>>> she told Marty ... he might do something. She didn't even tell him >>>>> that he >>>>> was an officer. And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty >>>>> got it out >>>>> of me." >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>> "So, this officer would have reason to kill her, to keep his name >>>> clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi >>>> and the man who facilitated the murder of his child." >>>> >>>> "Convenient." >>>> >>>> "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that >>>> leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course. >>>> Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers." "Indeed," said Oswald gravely. "Although I can't aspire to your track record, old boy. "It may not be a British serviceman, remember. I wonder if any of the civilians here have seen service with other forces." James gave a nod at this, it was known to the residents of the building that he had been in the Polish army before the country had been overrun by the Nazis and Soviets both. "And we shouldn't forget - the father of Nola's baby may very well not be the one who killed - although he would, perhaps, have a powerful motive for attempting to kill Fitzroy." >>> >>> >>> "But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she was sleepin' with an >>> officer?" Marjorie asked Esme. "I thought you just said she asked >>> you for the card for a friend?" >> >> >> "She said her friend was sleeping with an officer," Esme explained. >> "So ... when I realised it was her, I thought that the rest was >> probably true - the officer, and Marty threatening to destroy the >> girl's career." > > > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of trying to further > protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps it was not an officer > at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who it was. That could > mean just about any man in this room could be guilty." > "Bringing us back to the beginning." James put in, somewhat glumly. "Not like one of those mystery novels, is this now?" His tone was not mocking, but recognizing of the bind they were all in. From Mrfury28 at aol.com Wed Jan 5 21:53:57 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Wed Jan 5 21:54:04 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? Message-ID: <6b.3bf3c39a.2f0e0245@aol.com> "She said her friend was sleeping with an officer," Esme explained. "So ... when I realised it was her, I thought that the rest was probably true - the officer, and Marty threatening to destroy the girl's career." "Or Miss Diamond could have been telling the truth." Hodges muttered. "But improbable, if she was with child..." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: /pipermail/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc/attachments/20050105/20204258/attachment.htm From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Wed Jan 5 22:15:22 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Wed Jan 5 22:15:26 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <41DC92AC.4040609@mindspring.com> Message-ID: <20050106031522.52277.qmail@web20222.mail.yahoo.com> --- "Jvstin(Mindspring)" wrote: > on 1/5/2005 6:51 PM Tara Kunkel said the following: > > At 07:40 PM 1/5/2005, you wrote: > > > >>>>> "I don't know," admitted Esme. "I don't ... > think so. She thought > >>>>> ... if > >>>>> she told Marty ... he might do something. She > didn't even tell him > >>>>> that he > >>>>> was an officer. And she wouldn't tell me any > more in case Marty > >>>>> got it out > >>>>> of me." > >>>> > >>>> > >>>> > >>>> "So, this officer would have reason to kill > her, to keep his name > >>>> clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want > Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi > >>>> and the man who facilitated the murder of his > child." > >>>> > >>>> "Convenient." > >>>> > >>>> "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. > "Who all does that > >>>> leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his > fingers. "Myself, of course. > >>>> Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, > you Skeffers." > > "Indeed," said Oswald gravely. "Although I can't > aspire to your track > record, old boy. > > "It may not be a British serviceman, remember. I > wonder if any of the > civilians here have seen service with other forces." > > James gave a nod at this, it was known to the > residents of the building > that he had been in the Polish army before the > country had been overrun > by the Nazis and Soviets both. > > "And we shouldn't forget - the father of Nola's baby > may very well not > be the one who killed - although he would, perhaps, > have a powerful > motive for attempting to kill Fitzroy." > > > > >>> > >>> > >>> "But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she > was sleepin' with an > >>> officer?" Marjorie asked Esme. "I thought you > just said she asked > >>> you for the card for a friend?" > >> > >> > >> "She said her friend was sleeping with an > officer," Esme explained. > >> "So ... when I realised it was her, I thought > that the rest was > >> probably true - the officer, and Marty > threatening to destroy the > >> girl's career." > > > > > > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of > trying to further > > protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps > it was not an officer > > at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who > it was. That could > > mean just about any man in this room could be > guilty." > > > > "Bringing us back to the beginning." James put in, > somewhat glumly. > "Not like one of those mystery novels, is this now?" > His tone was not > mocking, but recognizing of the bind they were all > in. "Yes- we're back at the very beginning," Nicola said in a harsher tone of voice than had come from her all night. She rose and began counting points off on her fingers. "We have NO idea who killed Nola," index finger, "NO idea who poisoned Fitzroy," middle finger, "the authorities are on their way, probably not in time to save him," ring finger, "and every single person in this room had the opportunity to kill at least one of them! We're all going to the gallows!" She counted off her pinky finger and ran a hand through her hair in frustration. "I need a cigarette," she muttered to herself, opening her purse. She pulled out a small shopping bag and went to stuff it back inside, then stopped and stared at it for a moment. Her brow furrowed, as if she were deep in thought. Suddenly, her face contorted and she looked around the room. "But who...?" she asked herself. No- no, she wasn't sure yet... but... __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The all-new My Yahoo! - What will yours do? http://my.yahoo.com From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Wed Jan 5 23:28:04 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Wed Jan 5 23:28:08 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <20050106031522.52277.qmail@web20222.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20050106042804.23292.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> --- Jonathan Katalenic wrote: > > --- "Jvstin(Mindspring)" > wrote: > > > on 1/5/2005 6:51 PM Tara Kunkel said the following: > > > At 07:40 PM 1/5/2005, you wrote: > > > > > >>>>> "I don't know," admitted Esme. "I don't ... > > think so. She thought > > >>>>> ... if > > >>>>> she told Marty ... he might do something. She > > didn't even tell him > > >>>>> that he > > >>>>> was an officer. And she wouldn't tell me any > > more in case Marty > > >>>>> got it out > > >>>>> of me." > > >>>> > > >>>> > > >>>> > > >>>> "So, this officer would have reason to kill > > her, to keep his name > > >>>> clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want > > Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi > > >>>> and the man who facilitated the murder of his > > child." > > >>>> > > >>>> "Convenient." > > >>>> > > >>>> "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. > > "Who all does that > > >>>> leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his > > fingers. "Myself, of course. > > >>>> Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, > > you Skeffers." > > > > "Indeed," said Oswald gravely. "Although I can't > > aspire to your track > > record, old boy. > > > > "It may not be a British serviceman, remember. I > > wonder if any of the > > civilians here have seen service with other forces." > > > > James gave a nod at this, it was known to the > > residents of the building > > that he had been in the Polish army before the > > country had been overrun > > by the Nazis and Soviets both. > > > > "And we shouldn't forget - the father of Nola's baby > > may very well not > > be the one who killed - although he would, perhaps, > > have a powerful > > motive for attempting to kill Fitzroy." > > > > > > > > >>> > > >>> > > >>> "But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she > > was sleepin' with an > > >>> officer?" Marjorie asked Esme. "I thought you > > just said she asked > > >>> you for the card for a friend?" > > >> > > >> > > >> "She said her friend was sleeping with an > > officer," Esme explained. > > >> "So ... when I realised it was her, I thought > > that the rest was > > >> probably true - the officer, and Marty > > threatening to destroy the > > >> girl's career." > > > > > > > > > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of > > trying to further > > > protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps > > it was not an officer > > > at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who > > it was. That could > > > mean just about any man in this room could be > > guilty." Cyril cocked a dubious eyebrow over his spectacles. > > > > "Bringing us back to the beginning." James put in, > > somewhat glumly. > > "Not like one of those mystery novels, is this now?" > > His tone was not > > mocking, but recognizing of the bind they were all > > in. > > "Yes- we're back at the very beginning," Nicola said > in a harsher tone of voice than had come from her all > night. She rose and began counting points off on her > fingers. "We have NO idea who killed Nola," index > finger, "NO idea who poisoned Fitzroy," middle finger, > "the authorities are on their way, probably not in > time to save him," ring finger, "and every single > person in this room had the opportunity to kill at > least one of them! We're all going to the gallows!" > She counted off her pinky finger and ran a hand > through her hair in frustration. > > "I need a cigarette," she muttered to herself, opening > her purse. She pulled out a small shopping bag and > went to stuff it back inside, then stopped and stared > at it for a moment. Her brow furrowed, as if she were > deep in thought. Suddenly, her face contorted and she > looked around the room. "But who...?" she asked > herself. No- no, she wasn't sure yet... but... "There is one other thing..." Cyril ventured from his corner of the room. He reached into his pocket and pulled something small and metallic out of it. "Does anyone recognize this?" He holds a single earring in his palm. [OOC: Mel, help! I forgot the description and I can't seem to find the right email message!] __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? All your favorites on one personal page – Try My Yahoo! http://my.yahoo.com From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Thu Jan 6 04:06:54 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Thu Jan 6 04:07:19 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050106042804.23292.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <004e01c4f3cf$1138c710$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of >> > trying to further >> > > protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps >> > it was not an officer >> > > at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who >> > it was. That could >> > > mean just about any man in this room could be >> > guilty." > > Cyril cocked a dubious eyebrow over his spectacles. > "Saying it was an officer in war-time isn't really telling us much," agreed Oswald. "But perhaps it's a start. I'm in the frame, I know. I'm a Colonel - and I was present in the room when both murders were carried out. "However, not everyone was. And we still haven't solved the mystery of how Nola Diamond was killed, when Mr Barowenski claimed to be in the room all the time - with only one brief break." Anton was glowering. >> > "Bringing us back to the beginning." James put in, >> > somewhat glumly. >> > "Not like one of those mystery novels, is this now?" >> > His tone was not >> > mocking, but recognizing of the bind they were all >> > in. >> >> "Yes- we're back at the very beginning," Nicola said >> in a harsher tone of voice than had come from her all >> night. She rose and began counting points off on her >> fingers. "We have NO idea who killed Nola," index >> finger, "NO idea who poisoned Fitzroy," middle finger, >> "the authorities are on their way, probably not in >> time to save him," ring finger, "and every single >> person in this room had the opportunity to kill at >> least one of them! We're all going to the gallows!" >> She counted off her pinky finger and ran a hand >> through her hair in frustration. >> >> "I need a cigarette," she muttered to herself, opening >> her purse. She pulled out a small shopping bag and >> went to stuff it back inside, then stopped and stared >> at it for a moment. Her brow furrowed, as if she were >> deep in thought. Suddenly, her face contorted and she >> looked around the room. "But who...?" she asked >> herself. No- no, she wasn't sure yet... but... > > "There is one other thing..." Cyril ventured from his corner of the > room. He reached into his pocket and pulled something small and > metallic out of it. "Does anyone recognize this?" He holds a single > earring in his palm. > > [OOC: Mel, help! I forgot the description and I can't seem to find the > right email message!] > [OOC - oh, I think the owner will recognise it] Anton Barowenski gave a short exclamation. "Where did you find this?" From goldfired at gmail.com Thu Jan 6 05:32:18 2005 From: goldfired at gmail.com (Mel Mason) Date: Thu Jan 6 05:32:27 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <41DC92E4.1050909@elfworks.com> References: <20050105234402.70826.qmail@web60803.mail.yahoo.com> <023101c4f382$37202c90$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <3b089f7c05010516122f6da5a5@mail.gmail.com> <41DC88BA.5080209@elfworks.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050105195000.0291d6e0@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <41DC92E4.1050909@elfworks.com> Message-ID: > >> "She said her friend was sleeping with an officer," Esme explained. > >> "So ... when I realised it was her, I thought that the rest was > >> probably true - the officer, and Marty threatening to destroy the > >> girl's career." > > > > > > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of trying to further > > protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps it was not an officer > > at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who it was. That could > > mean just about any man in this room could be guilty." > > "It doesn't mean the father of the baby was the murderer, either," > Marjorie pointed out. "Maybe... Miss Diamond had more than one > lover? Or maybe... the father had more than one lover, too." She > shook her head. "This is getting awfully complicated." > > "Was Fitzroy actually married to anyone? Does anyone here know? > In fact... does Fitzroy have a safe or anything like that? I > bet there'd be clues in there." > "There's a safe in our bedroom," said Esme, "but I don't know the combination." From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Thu Jan 6 06:14:21 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Thu Jan 6 06:14:25 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <004e01c4f3cf$1138c710$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > > >> > > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of > >> > trying to further > >> > > protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps > >> > it was not an officer > >> > > at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who > >> > it was. That could > >> > > mean just about any man in this room could be > >> > guilty." > > > > Cyril cocked a dubious eyebrow over his spectacles. > > > "Saying it was an officer in war-time isn't really telling us much," > agreed > Oswald. "But perhaps it's a start. I'm in the frame, I know. I'm a > > Colonel - and I was present in the room when both murders were > carried out. > > "However, not everyone was. And we still haven't solved the mystery > of how > Nola Diamond was killed, when Mr Barowenski claimed to be in the room > all > the time - with only one brief break." > > Anton was glowering. > > >> > "Bringing us back to the beginning." James put in, > >> > somewhat glumly. > >> > "Not like one of those mystery novels, is this now?" > >> > His tone was not > >> > mocking, but recognizing of the bind they were all > >> > in. > >> > >> "Yes- we're back at the very beginning," Nicola said > >> in a harsher tone of voice than had come from her all > >> night. She rose and began counting points off on her > >> fingers. "We have NO idea who killed Nola," index > >> finger, "NO idea who poisoned Fitzroy," middle finger, > >> "the authorities are on their way, probably not in > >> time to save him," ring finger, "and every single > >> person in this room had the opportunity to kill at > >> least one of them! We're all going to the gallows!" > >> She counted off her pinky finger and ran a hand > >> through her hair in frustration. > >> > >> "I need a cigarette," she muttered to herself, opening > >> her purse. She pulled out a small shopping bag and > >> went to stuff it back inside, then stopped and stared > >> at it for a moment. Her brow furrowed, as if she were > >> deep in thought. Suddenly, her face contorted and she > >> looked around the room. "But who...?" she asked > >> herself. No- no, she wasn't sure yet... but... > > > > "There is one other thing..." Cyril ventured from his corner of the > > room. He reached into his pocket and pulled something small and > > metallic out of it. "Does anyone recognize this?" He holds a > single > > earring in his palm. > > > > [OOC: Mel, help! I forgot the description and I can't seem to find > the > > right email message!] > > > [OOC - oh, I think the owner will recognise it] > > Anton Barowenski gave a short exclamation. > > "Where did you find this?" The exclamation from Anton surprised Cyril. He had expected it from someone else. He turned to look at the pianist suspiciously. "On the floor in the front doorway of your flat, Anton. When I returned to my own flat early this evening, I saw someone enter yours from the front." He turned to the rest of the room. "I thought nothing of it because no one was dead yet. When I found out about Miss Diamond, I went back to check the front hallway, thinking perhaps that door had been used as an escape route. This was on the floor near it." Cyril's tone turned contemplative. "Now, I suppose it could have been there for days, but on the other hand, what stylish lady would come to a Christmas party wearing only one earring?" He scanned the room, but left it to others to pinpoint the person in question. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? All your favorites on one personal page – Try My Yahoo! http://my.yahoo.com From margdean at erols.com Thu Jan 6 07:45:00 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Thu Jan 6 07:46:03 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> Brenda McCartney wrote: > > --- Mel Mason wrote: > > > > > >> > > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of > > >> > > trying to further protect the father," Braham mused > > >> > > aloud. "Perhaps it was not an officer at all. And > > >> > > perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who it was. That > > >> > > could mean just about any man in this room could be > > >> > > guilty." > > > > > > Cyril cocked a dubious eyebrow over his spectacles. > > > > > "Saying it was an officer in war-time isn't really telling us much," > > agreed Oswald. "But perhaps it's a start. I'm in the frame, I know. > > I'm a Colonel - and I was present in the room when both murders were > > carried out. > > > > "However, not everyone was. And we still haven't solved the mystery > > of how Nola Diamond was killed, when Mr Barowenski claimed to be in > > the room all the time - with only one brief break." > > > > Anton was glowering. > > > > >> > "Bringing us back to the beginning." James put in, > > >> > somewhat glumly. "Not like one of those mystery novels, > > >> > is this now?" His tone was not mocking, but recognizing > > >> > of the bind they were all in. > > >> > > >> "Yes- we're back at the very beginning," Nicola said > > >> in a harsher tone of voice than had come from her all > > >> night. She rose and began counting points off on her > > >> fingers. "We have NO idea who killed Nola," index > > >> finger, "NO idea who poisoned Fitzroy," middle finger, > > >> "the authorities are on their way, probably not in > > >> time to save him," ring finger, "and every single > > >> person in this room had the opportunity to kill at > > >> least one of them! We're all going to the gallows!" > > >> She counted off her pinky finger and ran a hand > > >> through her hair in frustration. > > >> > > >> "I need a cigarette," she muttered to herself, opening > > >> her purse. She pulled out a small shopping bag and > > >> went to stuff it back inside, then stopped and stared > > >> at it for a moment. Her brow furrowed, as if she were > > >> deep in thought. Suddenly, her face contorted and she > > >> looked around the room. "But who...?" she asked > > >> herself. No- no, she wasn't sure yet... but... > > > > > > "There is one other thing..." Cyril ventured from his corner of the > > > room. He reached into his pocket and pulled something small and > > > metallic out of it. "Does anyone recognize this?" He holds a > > > single earring in his palm. > > > > > > [OOC: Mel, help! I forgot the description and I can't seem to find > > > the right email message!] > > > > > [OOC - oh, I think the owner will recognise it] > > > > Anton Barowenski gave a short exclamation. > > > > "Where did you find this?" > > The exclamation from Anton surprised Cyril. He had expected it from > someone else. He turned to look at the pianist suspiciously. "On the > floor in the front doorway of your flat, Anton. When I returned to my > own flat early this evening, I saw someone enter yours from the front." > > He turned to the rest of the room. "I thought nothing of it because no > one was dead yet. When I found out about Miss Diamond, I went back to > check the front hallway, thinking perhaps that door had been used as an > escape route. This was on the floor near it." > > Cyril's tone turned contemplative. "Now, I suppose it could have been > there for days, but on the other hand, what stylish lady would come to > a Christmas party wearing only one earring?" He scanned the room, but > left it to others to pinpoint the person in question. Pinpointing was hardly necessary as Marion Mauberley's hand went to her left ear in the automatic gesture of a woman who has just realized she's missing an earring. And indeed, the gold star remaining in her right ear was an exact match for the one in Cyril Beaman's hand. Marion lowered her hand, looked over at Anton and then at Cyril. "I told you we should have spoken up, Anton," she said. Then she went on steadily, to the company at large, "It's true that I slipped out earlier this evening to see Mr. Barowenski about a ... private matter. I'll leave it to him to say what that was, if he wishes. We went out on the terrace to talk, and yes, it took longer than a few moments. When I came back out again, the lights were out." Her eyes lowered for the first time. "I've been thinking ever since that it must have been while we were out on the terrace that ... it happened." She looked up again and said more calmly. "But I certainly didn't kill Miss Diamond. I had no reason to, I barely knew her. And since Anton was with me, he can't have done so either." --Margaret Dean From veazeyae at gmail.com Thu Jan 6 10:28:23 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Thu Jan 6 10:28:25 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> Message-ID: > Then she went on steadily, to the company at large, "It's true > that I slipped out earlier this evening to see Mr. Barowenski > about a ... private matter. I'll leave it to him to say what > that was, if he wishes. We went out on the terrace to talk, and > yes, it took longer than a few moments. When I came back out > again, the lights were out." Her eyes lowered for the first > time. "I've been thinking ever since that it must have been > while we were out on the terrace that ... it happened." She > looked up again and said more calmly. "But I certainly didn't > kill Miss Diamond. I had no reason to, I barely knew her. And > since Anton was with me, he can't have done so either." "And when you were on the terrace?" Warren asked. "Anton wasn't exactly playing the piano, was he? The classical piece that was playing, that was the same as the record on the gramophone." From margdean at erols.com Thu Jan 6 10:40:27 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Thu Jan 6 10:41:22 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> Message-ID: <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> Allen Veazey wrote: > > > Then she went on steadily, to the company at large, "It's true > > that I slipped out earlier this evening to see Mr. Barowenski > > about a ... private matter. I'll leave it to him to say what > > that was, if he wishes. We went out on the terrace to talk, and > > yes, it took longer than a few moments. When I came back out > > again, the lights were out." Her eyes lowered for the first > > time. "I've been thinking ever since that it must have been > > while we were out on the terrace that ... it happened." She > > looked up again and said more calmly. "But I certainly didn't > > kill Miss Diamond. I had no reason to, I barely knew her. And > > since Anton was with me, he can't have done so either." > > "And when you were on the terrace?" Warren asked. "Anton > wasn't exactly playing the piano, was he? The classical > piece that was playing, that was the same as the record > on the gramophone." Marion nodded. "That's right." She glanced over at Anton again, a wry half-smile coming to her lips. "He didn't expect Marty Fitzroy to notice the difference." Her expression darkened again at the mention of the dying man. --Margaret Dean From jvstin at gmail.com Thu Jan 6 10:42:38 2005 From: jvstin at gmail.com (Jvstin) Date: Thu Jan 6 10:42:42 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> Message-ID: <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> On Thu, 06 Jan 2005 10:40:27 -0500, Margaret Dean wrote: > Allen Veazey wrote: > > > > > Then she went on steadily, to the company at large, "It's true > > > that I slipped out earlier this evening to see Mr. Barowenski > > > about a ... private matter. I'll leave it to him to say what > > > that was, if he wishes. We went out on the terrace to talk, and > > > yes, it took longer than a few moments. When I came back out > > > again, the lights were out." Her eyes lowered for the first > > > time. "I've been thinking ever since that it must have been > > > while we were out on the terrace that ... it happened." She > > > looked up again and said more calmly. "But I certainly didn't > > > kill Miss Diamond. I had no reason to, I barely knew her. And > > > since Anton was with me, he can't have done so either." > > > > "And when you were on the terrace?" Warren asked. "Anton > > wasn't exactly playing the piano, was he? The classical > > piece that was playing, that was the same as the record > > on the gramophone." > > Marion nodded. "That's right." She glanced over at Anton again, > a wry half-smile coming to her lips. "He didn't expect Marty > Fitzroy to notice the difference." Her expression darkened again > at the mention of the dying man. > "Or the rest of us, for that matter." James put in dryly, looking over at his fellow Pole. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Thu Jan 6 11:58:35 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Thu Jan 6 12:03:32 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com><41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com><41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <01c701c4f410$f66d0350$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > > Then she went on steadily, to the company at large, "It's true >> > > that I slipped out earlier this evening to see Mr. Barowenski >> > > about a ... private matter. I'll leave it to him to say what >> > > that was, if he wishes. We went out on the terrace to talk, and >> > > yes, it took longer than a few moments. When I came back out >> > > again, the lights were out." Her eyes lowered for the first >> > > time. "I've been thinking ever since that it must have been >> > > while we were out on the terrace that ... it happened." She >> > > looked up again and said more calmly. "But I certainly didn't >> > > kill Miss Diamond. I had no reason to, I barely knew her. And >> > > since Anton was with me, he can't have done so either." >> > >> > "And when you were on the terrace?" Warren asked. "Anton >> > wasn't exactly playing the piano, was he? The classical >> > piece that was playing, that was the same as the record >> > on the gramophone." >> >> Marion nodded. "That's right." She glanced over at Anton again, >> a wry half-smile coming to her lips. "He didn't expect Marty >> Fitzroy to notice the difference." Her expression darkened again >> at the mention of the dying man. >> > > "Or the rest of us, for that matter." James put in dryly, looking over > at his fellow Pole. > Antom shrugged, a faint smile on his thin lips. "I believed that anyone with the musical talent to discern the difference would also share my distaste for our host's behaviour." His face sobered. "I was not expecting a murder to occur under the cover of the music." "Perhaps," suggested Oswald, "we should start to think about who had the means and the opportunity - rather than the motive." From faespinner at yahoo.com Thu Jan 6 12:36:06 2005 From: faespinner at yahoo.com (Tara Kunkel) Date: Thu Jan 6 12:36:28 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <01c701c4f410$f66d0350$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> >Antom shrugged, a faint smile on his thin lips. > >"I believed that anyone with the musical talent to discern the difference >would also share my distaste for our host's behaviour." His face sobered. >"I was not expecting a murder to occur under the cover of the music." > >"Perhaps," suggested Oswald, "we should start to think about who had the >means and the opportunity - rather than the motive." "I was beside the bar," Braham offered. "I tried to leave but tripped over Mrs. Beaman knocking us both to the ground. Miss Douglas immediately came to her aid. That much I know for sure. I also remember Mr. Beaman leaving the bar area just before the lights went out. His wife had sent him for towels so that he could clean the oil from his hands. I believe it was Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle that then set off downstairs to greet the warden, though I am not certain. I am judging solely by voice. As for others, well I can say with some certainty that Officer Worthington remained where he was. I also know that Officer Powell and Mr. Hodges left together. Perhaps you two can vouch for each other?" If this whole situation was not so macabre, thought Braham, it would be down right interesting. Certainly it was something to record for future days when he would have to ponder the outcome. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Thu Jan 6 13:33:34 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Thu Jan 6 13:33:28 2005 Subject: [MaC] Extending Murder Message-ID: <020801c4f41e$3b385400$0202a8c0@Behemoth> I've had requests for an extra day (perhaps two) or Murder. As some interesting things could come out, I'm ok with this. How do players feel? Mel From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Thu Jan 6 13:36:36 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Thu Jan 6 13:36:07 2005 Subject: [MaC] Extending Murder Message-ID: No problem here. Ree > -----Original Message----- > From: murder_at_christmas-bounces@gamera.cc > [mailto:murder_at_christmas-bounces@gamera.cc] On Behalf Of Mel Mason > Sent: Thursday, January 06, 2005 1:34 PM > To: MaC_Chat@yahoogroups.com; murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > Subject: [MaC] Extending Murder > > > I've had requests for an extra day (perhaps two) or Murder. > > As some interesting things could come out, I'm ok with this. > > How do players feel? > > > Mel > > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > From ladyofamber at gmail.com Thu Jan 6 13:36:24 2005 From: ladyofamber at gmail.com (ladyofamber@gmail.com) Date: Thu Jan 6 13:36:26 2005 Subject: [MaC] Extending Murder In-Reply-To: <020801c4f41e$3b385400$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <020801c4f41e$3b385400$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: On Thu, 6 Jan 2005 18:33:34 -0000, Mel Mason wrote: > I've had requests for an extra day (perhaps two) or Murder. > > As some interesting things could come out, I'm ok with this. > > How do players feel? > > Mel Go for it. Heather From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Thu Jan 6 14:22:57 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Thu Jan 6 14:22:54 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com><41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com><41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com><36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>Antom shrugged, a faint smile on his thin lips. >> >>"I believed that anyone with the musical talent to discern the difference >>would also share my distaste for our host's behaviour." His face sobered. >>"I was not expecting a murder to occur under the cover of the music." >> >>"Perhaps," suggested Oswald, "we should start to think about who had the >>means and the opportunity - rather than the motive." > > "I was beside the bar," Braham offered. "I tried to leave but tripped over > Mrs. Beaman knocking us both to the ground. Miss Douglas immediately came > to her aid. That much I know for sure. I also remember Mr. Beaman leaving > the bar area just before the lights went out. His wife had sent him for > towels so that he could clean the oil from his hands. I believe it was > Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle that then set off downstairs to greet the warden, > though I am not certain. I am judging solely by voice. As for others, well > I can say with some certainty that Officer Worthington remained where he > was. I also know that Officer Powell and Mr. Hodges left together. Perhaps > you two can vouch for each other?" If this whole situation was not so > macabre, thought Braham, it would be down right interesting. Certainly it > was something to record for future days when he would have to ponder the > outcome. "And we were on the terrace," said Anton, glancing at Marion. "I was speaking to the Warden outside," agreed Oswald. "But after that ... I could have done it, I suppose." "For that matter so could I," pointed out Lucinda. "There were a few minutes, and Miss Douglas' toast before I started to go downstairs ... " "Who else had left the room?" asked Florence. " I can certainly vouch for Mr Davis falling over me ... " " From jvstin at gmail.com Thu Jan 6 14:24:18 2005 From: jvstin at gmail.com (Jvstin) Date: Thu Jan 6 14:24:20 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <36e1ae030501061124e90b534@mail.gmail.com> On Thu, 6 Jan 2005 19:22:57 -0000, Mel Mason wrote: > > >>Antom shrugged, a faint smile on his thin lips. > >> > >>"I believed that anyone with the musical talent to discern the difference > >>would also share my distaste for our host's behaviour." His face sobered. > >>"I was not expecting a murder to occur under the cover of the music." > >> > >>"Perhaps," suggested Oswald, "we should start to think about who had the > >>means and the opportunity - rather than the motive." > > > > "I was beside the bar," Braham offered. "I tried to leave but tripped over > > Mrs. Beaman knocking us both to the ground. Miss Douglas immediately came > > to her aid. That much I know for sure. I also remember Mr. Beaman leaving > > the bar area just before the lights went out. His wife had sent him for > > towels so that he could clean the oil from his hands. I believe it was > > Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle that then set off downstairs to greet the warden, > > though I am not certain. I am judging solely by voice. As for others, well > > I can say with some certainty that Officer Worthington remained where he > > was. I also know that Officer Powell and Mr. Hodges left together. Perhaps > > you two can vouch for each other?" If this whole situation was not so > > macabre, thought Braham, it would be down right interesting. Certainly it > > was something to record for future days when he would have to ponder the > > outcome. > > "And we were on the terrace," said Anton, glancing at Marion. > > "I was speaking to the Warden outside," agreed Oswald. "But after that ... > I could have done it, I suppose." > > "For that matter so could I," pointed out Lucinda. "There were a few > minutes, and Miss Douglas' toast before I started to go downstairs ... " > > "Who else had left the room?" asked Florence. " I can certainly vouch for Mr > Davis falling over me ... " > "I was here until Anton came in with the news of Miss Diamond's death." James said. "I stayed here, talked with him a bit in Polish, until people started heading through the flats. I believe I was with Braham at the first floor, when Mr. Fitzroy was poisoned." From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Thu Jan 6 14:26:54 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Thu Jan 6 14:27:11 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com><41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com><41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com><36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com><5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <016801c4f425$b6d6bc30$2200000a@FrontDesk> > "I was beside the bar," Braham offered. "I tried to leave but tripped over > Mrs. Beaman knocking us both to the ground. Miss Douglas immediately came > to her aid. That much I know for sure. I also remember Mr. Beaman leaving > the bar area just before the lights went out. His wife had sent him for > towels so that he could clean the oil from his hands. I believe it was > Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle that then set off downstairs to greet the warden, > though I am not certain. I am judging solely by voice. As for others, well > I can say with some certainty that Officer Worthington remained where he > was. I also know that Officer Powell and Mr. Hodges left together. Perhaps > you two can vouch for each other?" If this whole situation was not so > macabre, thought Braham, it would be down right interesting. Certainly it > was something to record for future days when he would have to ponder the > outcome. "And we were on the terrace," said Anton, glancing at Marion. "I was speaking to the Warden outside," agreed Oswald. "But after that ... I could have done it, I suppose." "For that matter so could I," pointed out Lucinda. "There were a few minutes, and Miss Douglas' toast before I started to go downstairs ... " "Who else had left the room?" asked Florence. " I can certainly vouch for Mr Davis falling over me ... " Richard looked a tad sheepish, holding up his hand. "I was in the bathroom, I'm afraid. I had reached in my pocket, looking for my cigarette case, and found my pocket knife instead. It had come unfolded, and I stuck my palm." From hmace at elfworks.com Thu Jan 6 14:40:55 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Thu Jan 6 14:35:29 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? Message-ID: <200501061440.AA802291904@elfworks.com> >"For that matter so could I," pointed out Lucinda. "There were a few >minutes, and Miss Douglas' toast before I started to go downstairs ... " > >"Who else had left the room?" asked Florence. " I can certainly vouch for Mr >Davis falling over me ... " > >Richard looked a tad sheepish, holding up his hand. "I was in the bathroom, >I'm afraid. I had reached in my pocket, looking for my cigarette case, and >found my pocket knife instead. It had come unfolded, and I stuck my palm." "I was by the bar the whole time," Marjorie announced. "Though.. you'd be hard pressed to know it in the dark I guess. I was tending bar for Mr. Hodges while he was repairing the lift. When everyone came back from that Mr. Hodges took over the bar and wouldn't give Miss Diamond another drink. She got all huffy and left, and that's the last time I saw her. Then there was the lights out, and I was asking if anyone had a light. But no one did. Then the lights came back on, and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us she was dead." Marjorie frowned. "But Mrs. Beaman had the best chance to poison just Mr. Fitzroy's tea. After all, she did make it. And I didn't notice anyone going near him..." ________________________________________________________________ Sent via the WebMail system at elfworks.com From veazeyae at gmail.com Thu Jan 6 14:36:14 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Thu Jan 6 14:36:16 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <016801c4f425$b6d6bc30$2200000a@FrontDesk> References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <016801c4f425$b6d6bc30$2200000a@FrontDesk> Message-ID: > "Who else had left the room?" asked Florence. " I can certainly vouch for Mr > Davis falling over me ... " > > Richard looked a tad sheepish, holding up his hand. "I was in the bathroom, > I'm afraid. I had reached in my pocket, looking for my cigarette case, and > found my pocket knife instead. It had come unfolded, and I stuck my palm." "That's easy enough to verify," Warren said. "A puncture with a knife would leave a triangular-shaped tear, would it not?" From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Thu Jan 6 14:41:24 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Thu Jan 6 14:41:28 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com><41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com><41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com><36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com><5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com><027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth><016801c4f425$b6d6bc30$2200000a@FrontDesk> Message-ID: <018101c4f427$b563e060$2200000a@FrontDesk> > Richard looked a tad sheepish, holding up his hand. "I was in the bathroom, > I'm afraid. I had reached in my pocket, looking for my cigarette case, and > found my pocket knife instead. It had come unfolded, and I stuck my palm." "That's easy enough to verify," Warren said. "A puncture with a knife would leave a triangular-shaped tear, would it not?" "Er--" Richard looked at his palm, and seemed a little green. "If that's what you want to call it, I suppose. I have to admit I didn't linger over the wound. I don't have a stomach for blood..." With one hand, he carefully unwrapped his hand, which had been clumsily done up anyway. Indeed, there was the cut in his palm, right in the center, a rather nasty puncture. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Thu Jan 6 14:42:06 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Thu Jan 6 14:42:40 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <200501061440.AA802291904@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <20050106194236.3727.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> --- Heather Mace wrote: > > >"For that matter so could I," pointed out Lucinda. "There were a > few > >minutes, and Miss Douglas' toast before I started to go downstairs > ... " > > > >"Who else had left the room?" asked Florence. " I can certainly > vouch for Mr > >Davis falling over me ... " > > > >Richard looked a tad sheepish, holding up his hand. "I was in the > bathroom, > >I'm afraid. I had reached in my pocket, looking for my cigarette > case, and > >found my pocket knife instead. It had come unfolded, and I stuck my > palm." > > "I was by the bar the whole time," Marjorie announced. > "Though.. you'd be hard pressed to know it in the dark I > guess. I was tending bar for Mr. Hodges while he was repairing > the lift. When everyone came back from that Mr. Hodges took > over the bar and wouldn't give Miss Diamond another drink. > She got all huffy and left, and that's the last time I saw her. > Then there was the lights out, and I was asking if anyone > had a light. But no one did. Then the lights came back on, > and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us > she was dead." > > Marjorie frowned. "But Mrs. Beaman had the best chance > to poison just Mr. Fitzroy's tea. After all, she did make > it. And I didn't notice anyone going near him..." "That's ridiculous," Cyril scowled. "By the time he was poisoned, there were so many people here you could barely move. Any one of them could have done it when he set his cup down. And the nurses would have more access to poison than Florence would." __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The all-new My Yahoo! - What will yours do? http://my.yahoo.com From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Thu Jan 6 14:48:15 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Thu Jan 6 14:48:22 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <200501061440.AA802291904@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <02a501c4f428$a9f966e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > "I was by the bar the whole time," Marjorie announced. > "Though.. you'd be hard pressed to know it in the dark I > guess. I was tending bar for Mr. Hodges while he was repairing > the lift. When everyone came back from that Mr. Hodges took > over the bar and wouldn't give Miss Diamond another drink. > She got all huffy and left, and that's the last time I saw her. > Then there was the lights out, and I was asking if anyone > had a light. But no one did. Then the lights came back on, > and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us > she was dead." > > Marjorie frowned. "But Mrs. Beaman had the best chance > to poison just Mr. Fitzroy's tea. After all, she did make > it. And I didn't notice anyone going near him..." > "But I didn't!" protested Florence, with a horrified look at her husband. "Why should I do that? It was perfect nice Darjeeling ... I borrowed it from Mrs Evans only yesterday." From dorothea at textartisan.com Thu Jan 6 14:53:54 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Thu Jan 6 14:56:03 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <20050106194236.3727.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050106194236.3727.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DD9752.4090000@textartisan.com> > "That's ridiculous," Cyril scowled. "By the time he was poisoned, > there were so many people here you could barely move. Any one of them > could have done it when he set his cup down. And the nurses would have > more access to poison than Florence would." "Arsenic isn't a healing substance," was Pamela's dry rejoinder. "If it comes to that, however, I was alone at the time of the blackout, and I have been here long enough to have poisoned Mr. Fitzroy's teacup. I did neither, of course, but I cannot prove I did not." From hmace at elfworks.com Thu Jan 6 15:02:52 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Thu Jan 6 14:57:30 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? Message-ID: <200501061502.AA925827390@elfworks.com> [slight smoosh] >> Then there was the lights out, and I was asking if anyone >> had a light. But no one did. Then the lights came back on, >> and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us >> she was dead." >> >> Marjorie frowned. "But Mrs. Beaman had the best chance >> to poison just Mr. Fitzroy's tea. After all, she did make >> it. And I didn't notice anyone going near him..." >> > >"But I didn't!" protested Florence, with a horrified look at her husband. >"Why should I do that? It was perfect nice Darjeeling ... I borrowed it >from Mrs Evans only yesterday." >"That's ridiculous," Cyril scowled. "By the time he was poisoned, >there were so many people here you could barely move. Any one of them >could have done it when he set his cup down. And the nurses would have >more access to poison than Florence would." Marjorie pointed out "You could have taken it from one of their bags when they weren't looking. Especially after they brought them up to look at Miss Diamond. And why does there have to be one killer? Why not a couple? Mr. Beaman could have killed Miss Diamond, and Mrs Beaman could have poisoned Fitzroy...." Then she frowned. "And wasn't Mr. Philip over there picking up tea cups when Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy? That's right... I remember seeing that when I was looking to see who was going to break them up..." ________________________________________________________________ Sent via the WebMail system at elfworks.com From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Thu Jan 6 15:00:20 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Thu Jan 6 15:00:32 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <200501061502.AA925827390@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <01a301c4f42a$5dd54c00$2200000a@FrontDesk> >> Then there was the lights out, and I was asking if anyone >> had a light. But no one did. Then the lights came back on, >> and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us >> she was dead." >> >> Marjorie frowned. "But Mrs. Beaman had the best chance >> to poison just Mr. Fitzroy's tea. After all, she did make >> it. And I didn't notice anyone going near him..." >> > >"But I didn't!" protested Florence, with a horrified look at her husband. >"Why should I do that? It was perfect nice Darjeeling ... I borrowed it >from Mrs Evans only yesterday." >"That's ridiculous," Cyril scowled. "By the time he was poisoned, >there were so many people here you could barely move. Any one of them >could have done it when he set his cup down. And the nurses would have >more access to poison than Florence would." Marjorie pointed out "You could have taken it from one of their bags when they weren't looking. Especially after they brought them up to look at Miss Diamond. And why does there have to be one killer? Why not a couple? Mr. Beaman could have killed Miss Diamond, and Mrs Beaman could have poisoned Fitzroy...." Then she frowned. "And wasn't Mr. Philip over there picking up tea cups when Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy? That's right... I remember seeing that when I was looking to see who was going to break them up..." "But," Richard interjected quickly. "That isn't quite enough. Did Mr. Philip pick out which cup Mr. Fitzroy used? Because whoever did that... they're the most likely suspect." From veazeyae at gmail.com Thu Jan 6 15:11:49 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Thu Jan 6 15:11:52 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <018101c4f427$b563e060$2200000a@FrontDesk> References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <016801c4f425$b6d6bc30$2200000a@FrontDesk> <018101c4f427$b563e060$2200000a@FrontDesk> Message-ID: > "Er--" Richard looked at his palm, and seemed a little green. "If that's > what you want to call it, I suppose. I have to admit I didn't linger over > the wound. I don't have a stomach for blood..." > > With one hand, he carefully unwrapped his hand, which had been clumsily done > up anyway. Indeed, there was the cut in his palm, right in the center, a > rather nasty puncture. Warren winced when he saw it. "My apologies," he said. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Thu Jan 6 15:17:38 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Thu Jan 6 15:17:41 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <200501061502.AA925827390@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <20050106201739.87592.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> --- Heather Mace wrote: > [slight smoosh] > > >> Then there was the lights out, and I was asking if anyone > >> had a light. But no one did. Then the lights came back on, > >> and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us > >> she was dead." > >> > >> Marjorie frowned. "But Mrs. Beaman had the best chance > >> to poison just Mr. Fitzroy's tea. After all, she did make > >> it. And I didn't notice anyone going near him..." > >> > > > >"But I didn't!" protested Florence, with a horrified look at her > husband. > >"Why should I do that? It was perfect nice Darjeeling ... I > borrowed it > >from Mrs Evans only yesterday." > > >"That's ridiculous," Cyril scowled. "By the time he was poisoned, > >there were so many people here you could barely move. Any one of > them > >could have done it when he set his cup down. And the nurses would > have > >more access to poison than Florence would." > > > Marjorie pointed out "You could have taken it from one of > their bags when they weren't looking. Especially after > they brought them up to look at Miss Diamond. And why > does there have to be one killer? Why not a couple? > Mr. Beaman could have killed Miss Diamond, and Mrs Beaman > could have poisoned Fitzroy...." > > Then she frowned. "And wasn't Mr. Philip over there picking > up tea cups when Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy? That's right... > I remember seeing that when I was looking to see who was > going to break them up..." Cyril shook his head with disgust. "It's interesting, Miss Higgins, how quick you are to point to everyone but yourself..." > > > > > > > ________________________________________________________________ > Sent via the WebMail system at elfworks.com > > > > > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - now with 250MB free storage. Learn more. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From dorothea at textartisan.com Thu Jan 6 15:19:07 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Thu Jan 6 15:21:14 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <016801c4f425$b6d6bc30$2200000a@FrontDesk> <018101c4f427$b563e060$2200000a@FrontDesk> Message-ID: <41DD9D3B.7070302@textartisan.com> >>"Er--" Richard looked at his palm, and seemed a little green. "If that's >>what you want to call it, I suppose. I have to admit I didn't linger over >>the wound. I don't have a stomach for blood..." >> >>With one hand, he carefully unwrapped his hand, which had been clumsily done >>up anyway. Indeed, there was the cut in his palm, right in the center, a >>rather nasty puncture. > > > Warren winced when he saw it. "My apologies," he said. "I can see to that properly, Lord Richard, if you'll give me a few moments to wash my hands," Pamela offered. "Perhaps you'd come into the kitchen?" From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Thu Jan 6 15:23:30 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Thu Jan 6 15:23:34 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <016801c4f425$b6d6bc30$2200000a@FrontDesk> <018101c4f427$b563e060$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DD9D3B.7070302@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <01bd01c4f42d$9762b270$2200000a@FrontDesk> "I can see to that properly, Lord Richard, if you'll give me a few moments to wash my hands," Pamela offered. "Perhaps you'd come into the kitchen?" "Oh!" He had been trying to rebandage his hand. "Of course. My thanks..." But he did glance at the kitchen, then the living room, to make certain they wouldn't miss -too- much of the action. From dorothea at textartisan.com Thu Jan 6 15:31:05 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Thu Jan 6 15:33:12 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <01bd01c4f42d$9762b270$2200000a@FrontDesk> References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <016801c4f425$b6d6bc30$2200000a@FrontDesk> <018101c4f427$b563e060$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DD9D3B.7070302@textartisan.com> <01bd01c4f42d$9762b270$2200000a@FrontDesk> Message-ID: <41DDA009.3090705@textartisan.com> > "Oh!" He had been trying to rebandage his hand. "Of course. My thanks..." > But he did glance at the kitchen, then the living room, to make certain they > wouldn't miss -too- much of the action. "Well, never mind, then -- I'll only be gone a moment." Pamela exchanged a glance with Tabitha, then went downstairs to wash her hands at the kitchen sink. She returned in short order with her mother, and picked up her kit-bag to attend to the scion of Benwick. "Please sit down, my lord," she said, indicating an armless chair in the vicinity. "I shall have to disinfect it; I fear it will sting quite a bit." From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Thu Jan 6 15:37:55 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Thu Jan 6 15:38:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <016801c4f425$b6d6bc30$2200000a@FrontDesk> <018101c4f427$b563e060$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DD9D3B.7070302@textartisan.com><01bd01c4f42d$9762b270$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DDA009.3090705@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <01c501c4f42f$9adf4420$2200000a@FrontDesk> "Well, never mind, then -- I'll only be gone a moment." Pamela exchanged a glance with Tabitha, then went downstairs to wash her hands at the kitchen sink. She returned in short order with her mother, and picked up her kit-bag to attend to the scion of Benwick. "Please sit down, my lord," she said, indicating an armless chair in the vicinity. "I shall have to disinfect it; I fear it will sting quite a bit." He winced, but covered it with a brave smile. "Don't worry about that, m'dear. I've felt the prick of a woman's sting before, and lived." He held out his hand for her. From hmace at elfworks.com Thu Jan 6 15:43:47 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Thu Jan 6 15:38:19 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? Message-ID: <200501061543.AA852099304@elfworks.com> >> >> >"That's ridiculous," Cyril scowled. "By the time he was poisoned, >> >there were so many people here you could barely move. Any one of >> them >> >could have done it when he set his cup down. And the nurses would >> have >> >more access to poison than Florence would." >> >> >> Marjorie pointed out "You could have taken it from one of >> their bags when they weren't looking. Especially after >> they brought them up to look at Miss Diamond. And why >> does there have to be one killer? Why not a couple? >> Mr. Beaman could have killed Miss Diamond, and Mrs Beaman >> could have poisoned Fitzroy...." >> >> Then she frowned. "And wasn't Mr. Philip over there picking >> up tea cups when Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy? That's right... >> I remember seeing that when I was looking to see who was >> going to break them up..." > >Cyril shook his head with disgust. "It's interesting, Miss Higgins, >how quick you are to point to everyone but yourself..." "I wasn't anywhere near Fitzroy or his tea cup when he was poisoned!" Marjorie protested. ________________________________________________________________ Sent via the WebMail system at elfworks.com From dorothea at textartisan.com Thu Jan 6 15:46:00 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Thu Jan 6 15:48:14 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <01c501c4f42f$9adf4420$2200000a@FrontDesk> References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <016801c4f425$b6d6bc30$2200000a@FrontDesk> <018101c4f427$b563e060$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DD9D3B.7070302@textartisan.com><01bd01c4f42d$9762b270$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DDA009.3090705@textartisan.com> <01c501c4f42f$9adf4420$2200000a@FrontDesk> Message-ID: <41DDA388.2070102@textartisan.com> > He winced, but covered it with a brave smile. "Don't worry about that, > m'dear. I've felt the prick of a woman's sting before, and lived." He held > out his hand for her. Pamela made a moue, but knelt and began her work anyway. Whatever she applied to the puncture *did* hurt quite powerfully, and was sickeningly chill to the touch to boot. She worked quickly, however, keeping the agony as short-lived as possible. "Lord Richard," she said in a murmur for his ears alone as she reached into her bag for bandage-linen, "I am exceeding my bounds, and possibly betraying a confidence, but in light of tonight's events I feel I must. I ask you, my lord, please to communicate with your sister Elizabeth as soon as may be, on a matter of considerable -- perhaps life-saving -- importance." In more normal tones, she said, "That should do. I am sorry if I hurt you; the palm of the hand is a terrible place to be injured, so many nerves there." From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Thu Jan 6 15:59:35 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Thu Jan 6 15:59:39 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <016801c4f425$b6d6bc30$2200000a@FrontDesk> <018101c4f427$b563e060$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DD9D3B.7070302@textartisan.com><01bd01c4f42d$9762b270$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DDA009.3090705@textartisan.com><01c501c4f42f$9adf4420$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DDA388.2070102@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <01cf01c4f432$a1931690$2200000a@FrontDesk> Pamela made a moue, but knelt and began her work anyway. Whatever she applied to the puncture *did* hurt quite powerfully, and was sickeningly chill to the touch to boot. She worked quickly, however, keeping the agony as short-lived as possible. "Lord Richard," she said in a murmur for his ears alone as she reached into her bag for bandage-linen, "I am exceeding my bounds, and possibly betraying a confidence, but in light of tonight's events I feel I must. I ask you, my lord, please to communicate with your sister Elizabeth as soon as may be, on a matter of considerable -- perhaps life-saving -- importance." In more normal tones, she said, "That should do. I am sorry if I hurt you; the palm of the hand is a terrible place to be injured, so many nerves there." Richard's eyes were wide. He leaned in, his good hand grasping her arm before she could pull away and join the group at large. "My sister?" he said quietly. "What--" Then he realized how they must look, and released her. "Can we talk later? Privately?" From dorothea at textartisan.com Thu Jan 6 16:03:18 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Thu Jan 6 16:05:27 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <01cf01c4f432$a1931690$2200000a@FrontDesk> References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <016801c4f425$b6d6bc30$2200000a@FrontDesk> <018101c4f427$b563e060$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DD9D3B.7070302@textartisan.com><01bd01c4f42d$9762b270$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DDA009.3090705@textartisan.com><01c501c4f42f$9adf4420$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DDA388.2070102@textartisan.com> <01cf01c4f432$a1931690$2200000a@FrontDesk> Message-ID: <41DDA796.6040003@textartisan.com> > Richard's eyes were wide. He leaned in, his good hand grasping her arm > before she could pull away and join the group at large. "My sister?" he said > quietly. "What--" Then he realized how they must look, and released her. > "Can we talk later? Privately?" "Of course," she answered, her smile deliberately ambiguous for the benefit of those around them. "Whenever you wish, Lord Richard, providing someone else can care for Mr. Fitzroy." She closed her bag, nodded to him, and returned to her post near Tabitha. From kcunningham40 at comcast.net Thu Jan 6 16:06:49 2005 From: kcunningham40 at comcast.net (Katie Fulton) Date: Thu Jan 6 16:08:39 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <20050106111421.12665.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <41DD32CC.ADE5943E@erols.com> <41DD5BEB.49AA0CE0@erols.com> <36e1ae0305010607426da311aa@mail.gmail.com> <5.1.0.14.0.20050106122330.027f9e40@pop.mail.yahoo.com> <027301c4f425$23cad840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <016801c4f425$b6d6bc30$2200000a@FrontDesk> <018101c4f427$b563e060$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DD9D3B.7070302@textartisan.com><01bd01c4f42d$9762b270$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DDA009.3090705@textartisan.com><01c501c4f42f$9adf4420$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DDA388.2070102@textartisan.com><01cf01c4f432$a1931690$2200000a@FrontDesk> <41DDA796.6040003@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <01d701c4f433$e2bdb750$2200000a@FrontDesk> "Of course," she answered, her smile deliberately ambiguous for the benefit of those around them. "Whenever you wish, Lord Richard, providing someone else can care for Mr. Fitzroy." She closed her bag, nodded to him, and returned to her post near Tabitha. Richard sighed, then rose, returning to his slot in the living room. He rubbed his hand absently. From jadethe2nd at yahoo.com Thu Jan 6 16:35:00 2005 From: jadethe2nd at yahoo.com (Jade) Date: Thu Jan 6 16:36:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <01d701c4f433$e2bdb750$2200000a@FrontDesk> Message-ID: <20050106213555.18743.qmail@web60805.mail.yahoo.com> --- Katie Fulton wrote: > "Of course," she answered, her smile deliberately > ambiguous for the > benefit of those around them. "Whenever you wish, > Lord Richard, > providing someone else can care for Mr. Fitzroy." > She closed her bag, > nodded to him, and returned to her post near > Tabitha. > > Richard sighed, then rose, returning to his slot in > the living room. He > rubbed his hand absently. > Tabitha looked up as Pamela approached. "He's not faring too well," she said. "Do you want to help me try to get some water down him?" She glanced at Oswald and the others, trying to keep an ear on their conversation. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - Easier than ever with enhanced search. Learn more. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From dorothea at textartisan.com Thu Jan 6 16:40:41 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Thu Jan 6 16:42:48 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <20050106213555.18743.qmail@web60805.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050106213555.18743.qmail@web60805.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DDB059.7000701@textartisan.com> > Tabitha looked up as Pamela approached. "He's not > faring too well," she said. "Do you want to help me > try to get some water down him?" > > She glanced at Oswald and the others, trying to keep > an ear on their conversation. Pamela nodded, going to Fitzroy's head to hold it for Tabitha. When Tabitha's head neared hers, she asked in a whisper, "What did Mr. Fitzroy think you were doing in Bethnal Green, Tabitha?" From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Thu Jan 6 18:48:53 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Thu Jan 6 18:48:55 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <41DDB059.7000701@textartisan.com> References: <20050106213555.18743.qmail@web60805.mail.yahoo.com> <41DDB059.7000701@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <3b089f7c05010615481fb5539b@mail.gmail.com> On Thu, 06 Jan 2005 15:40:41 -0600, Dorothea Salo wrote: > > Tabitha looked up as Pamela approached. "He's not > > faring too well," she said. "Do you want to help me > > try to get some water down him?" > > > > She glanced at Oswald and the others, trying to keep > > an ear on their conversation. > > Pamela nodded, going to Fitzroy's head to hold it for Tabitha. When > Tabitha's head neared hers, she asked in a whisper, "What did Mr. > Fitzroy think you were doing in Bethnal Green, Tabitha?" Michael's been watching the flying accusations carefully, reading reactions, like a barrister sizing up the judges, but this last comment turns his head pointedly. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Thu Jan 6 18:51:54 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Thu Jan 6 18:52:13 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <200501061543.AA852099304@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <033d01c4f44a$b375de20$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>> Marjorie pointed out "You could have taken it from one of >>> their bags when they weren't looking. Especially after >>> they brought them up to look at Miss Diamond. And why >>> does there have to be one killer? Why not a couple? >>> Mr. Beaman could have killed Miss Diamond, and Mrs Beaman >>> could have poisoned Fitzroy...." >>> >>> Then she frowned. "And wasn't Mr. Philip over there picking >>> up tea cups when Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy? That's right... >>> I remember seeing that when I was looking to see who was >>> going to break them up..." >> >>Cyril shook his head with disgust. "It's interesting, Miss Higgins, >>how quick you are to point to everyone but yourself..." > > > "I wasn't anywhere near Fitzroy or his tea cup when he > was poisoned!" Marjorie protested. > "How do you know exactly when he was poisoned?" demanded Florence, who was > clearly not going to forgive the accusation about her tea making lightly. From hmace at elfworks.com Thu Jan 6 19:03:05 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Thu Jan 6 18:57:37 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? Message-ID: <200501061903.AA1347289300@elfworks.com> >>> >>>Cyril shook his head with disgust. "It's interesting, Miss Higgins, >>>how quick you are to point to everyone but yourself..." >> >> >> "I wasn't anywhere near Fitzroy or his tea cup when he >> was poisoned!" Marjorie protested. > >> "How do you know exactly when he was poisoned?" demanded Florence, who was >> clearly not going to forgive the accusation about her tea making lightly. "I was here in this chair when you brought the tea in the first time," Marjorie said. "And I didn't get out of it until Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy. And I wasn't in your kitchen 'cause I fainted and Lady Pamela and Mrs. Rosen brought me in 'ere, and I wasn't alone until Mr. Fitzroy was spewin' his guts out all over your bathroom." ________________________________________________________________ Sent via the WebMail system at elfworks.com From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Thu Jan 6 19:02:30 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Thu Jan 6 19:04:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <200501061903.AA1347289300@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <034301c4f44c$2edf3b50$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>>Cyril shook his head with disgust. "It's interesting, Miss Higgins, >>>>how quick you are to point to everyone but yourself..." >>> >>> >>> "I wasn't anywhere near Fitzroy or his tea cup when he >>> was poisoned!" Marjorie protested. >> >>> "How do you know exactly when he was poisoned?" demanded Florence, who >>> was >>> clearly not going to forgive the accusation about her tea making >>> lightly. > > "I was here in this chair when you brought the tea in the > first time," Marjorie said. "And I didn't get out of it > until Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy. And I wasn't in your > kitchen 'cause I fainted and Lady Pamela and Mrs. Rosen > brought me in 'ere, and I wasn't alone until Mr. Fitzroy > was spewin' his guts out all over your bathroom." > "Actually," said Oswald mildly, "you did have time to poison the cup when Tabitha was attacking him. Everyione in the room then could probably have done it - apart from Tabitha - we were all staring at the two of them." He considered this. "Well, one of our number probably wasn't." From hmace at elfworks.com Thu Jan 6 19:19:04 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Thu Jan 6 19:13:35 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? Message-ID: <200501061919.AA358809804@elfworks.com> >> >> "I was here in this chair when you brought the tea in the >> first time," Marjorie said. "And I didn't get out of it >> until Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy. And I wasn't in your >> kitchen 'cause I fainted and Lady Pamela and Mrs. Rosen >> brought me in 'ere, and I wasn't alone until Mr. Fitzroy >> was spewin' his guts out all over your bathroom." >> > >"Actually," said Oswald mildly, "you did have time to poison the cup when >Tabitha was attacking him. Everyione in the room then could probably have >done it - apart from Tabitha - we were all staring at the two of them." He >considered this. "Well, one of our number probably wasn't." "But... I was right here!" Marjorie protested. "And why would I want to kill 'im!? I didn't know he was a fascist until he told us! Besides... where can I hide arsenic in this dress?" she asked, indicating her slightly too tight cream sheath. She took another breath to continue, then stopped and pointed at Oswald. "I think we should open Fitzroy's safe I do! I didn't have any motive to kill him. But I bet that safe will show someone else here did!" ________________________________________________________________ Sent via the WebMail system at elfworks.com From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Thu Jan 6 21:39:07 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Thu Jan 6 21:43:54 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row Message-ID: <039901c4f462$0f982ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Suddenly there was a disturbance ... from downstairs - the lower floor of the penthouse. The bedroom door was heard being thrown open, and Vangie Evans' voice, loud, furious. "If your damned carelessness =has= killed Sweetie, I'm cutting you out of my will. And if you haven't, I'm still cutting you out of my will!" And then her nephew Philip's voice, not raised: "I haven't the foggiest idea what you're talking about." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Thu Jan 6 21:48:14 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Thu Jan 6 21:48:33 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row References: <039901c4f462$0f982ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <03a501c4f463$55b743f0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Slight emndation: Suddenly there was a disturbance ... from downstairs - the lower floor of the penthouse. The bedroom door was heard being thrown open, and Vangie Evans' voice, loud, furious, a shriek that could cut glass. [ooc: To paraphrase =1776,= "Lord, your voice is piercing, Vang'."] "If your damned carelessness =has= killed Sweetie, I'm cutting you out of my will. And if you haven't, I'm still cutting you out of my will!" And then her nephew Philip's voice, not raised: "I haven't the foggiest idea what you're talking about." From ladyofamber at gmail.com Thu Jan 6 21:48:38 2005 From: ladyofamber at gmail.com (ladyofamber@gmail.com) Date: Thu Jan 6 21:48:39 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row In-Reply-To: <039901c4f462$0f982ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <039901c4f462$0f982ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: > > The bedroom door was heard being thrown open, and Vangie Evans' voice, loud, > furious. > > "If your damned carelessness =has= killed Sweetie, I'm cutting you out of > my will. And if you haven't, I'm still cutting you out of my will!" > > And then her nephew Philip's voice, not raised: "I haven't the foggiest idea > what you're talking about." Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the top of the stairs. "Mrs. Evans?" she called down. "Is your cat all right?" From rmpruehs at cac.net Thu Jan 6 21:51:52 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Thu Jan 6 21:52:28 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row In-Reply-To: References: <039901c4f462$0f982ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050106215142.0410c898@mail.cac.net> At 09:48 PM 1/6/2005, you wrote: > > > > The bedroom door was heard being thrown open, and Vangie Evans' voice, > loud, > > furious. > > > > "If your damned carelessness =has= killed Sweetie, I'm cutting you out of > > my will. And if you haven't, I'm still cutting you out of my will!" > > > > And then her nephew Philip's voice, not raised: "I haven't the foggiest > idea > > what you're talking about." > >Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the top of the stairs. >"Mrs. Evans?" she called down. "Is your cat all right?" There was no reply. From hmace at elfworks.com Thu Jan 6 23:02:18 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Thu Jan 6 23:02:23 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <41DE09CA.20804@elfworks.com> Mrfury28@aol.com wrote: > "When everyone came back from that Mr. Hodges took over the bar and > wouldn't give Miss Diamond another drink. She got all huffy and left, > and that's the last time I saw her. Then there was the lights out, and I > was asking if anyone had a light. But no one did. Then the lights came > back on, and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us > she was dead." > > Hodges frowned, "I believe I was behind the bar the whole time during > the blackout. Didn't want to trip over anyone." From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Thu Jan 6 23:05:12 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Thu Jan 6 23:05:14 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row In-Reply-To: <6.2.0.14.0.20050106215142.0410c898@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <20050107040512.9543.qmail@web20228.mail.yahoo.com> > > > The bedroom door was heard being thrown open, > and Vangie Evans' voice, > > loud, > > > furious. > > > > > > "If your damned carelessness =has= killed > Sweetie, I'm cutting you out of > > > my will. And if you haven't, I'm still cutting > you out of my will!" > > > > > > And then her nephew Philip's voice, not raised: > "I haven't the foggiest > > idea > > > what you're talking about." > > > >Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the > top of the stairs. > >"Mrs. Evans?" she called down. "Is your cat all > right?" > > There was no reply. "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed out the butt in a nearby ashtray. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The all-new My Yahoo! - What will yours do? http://my.yahoo.com From hmace at elfworks.com Thu Jan 6 23:09:43 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Thu Jan 6 23:09:47 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row In-Reply-To: <20050107040512.9543.qmail@web20228.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050107040512.9543.qmail@web20228.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DE0B87.6090004@elfworks.com> >>> >>>Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the >>>top of the stairs. >> >>>"Mrs. Evans?" she called down. "Is your cat all >>>right?" >> >>There was no reply. > > > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care > of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag > off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened > tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed > out the butt in a nearby ashtray. "Mrs. Evans?" Marjorie called down again, looking worried. She glanced over at the rest of the room nervously, then started down the steps to the lower floor of the penthouse. "Mrs. Evans!? Are you all right?!" From margdean at erols.com Thu Jan 6 23:18:01 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Thu Jan 6 23:18:48 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row References: <20050107040512.9543.qmail@web20228.mail.yahoo.com> <41DE0B87.6090004@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <41DE0D79.808AB856@erols.com> Heather Mace wrote: > > >>> > >>>Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the > >>>top of the stairs. > >> > >>>"Mrs. Evans?" she called down. "Is your cat all > >>>right?" > >> > >>There was no reply. > > > > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care > > of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag > > off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened > > tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed > > out the butt in a nearby ashtray. > > "Mrs. Evans?" Marjorie called down again, looking > worried. She glanced over at the rest of the room > nervously, then started down the steps to the lower > floor of the penthouse. "Mrs. Evans!? Are you all > right?!" The notion that there might be something amiss with Vangie (rather than just with her cat) galvanized Marion into coming and standing by Marjorie. "Vangie?" she called down the stairs. "What's happened?" --Margaret Dean From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Thu Jan 6 23:22:34 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Thu Jan 6 23:22:35 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row In-Reply-To: <41DE0D79.808AB856@erols.com> Message-ID: <20050107042234.21789.qmail@web20227.mail.yahoo.com> > >>>Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the > >>>top of the stairs. > >> > >>>"Mrs. Evans?" she called down. "Is your cat all > >>>right?" > >> > >>There was no reply. > > > > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care > > of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag > > off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened > > tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed > > out the butt in a nearby ashtray. > > "Mrs. Evans?" Marjorie called down again, looking > worried. She glanced over at the rest of the room > nervously, then started down the steps to the lower > floor of the penthouse. "Mrs. Evans!? Are you all > right?!" The notion that there might be something amiss with Vangie (rather than just with her cat) galvanized Marion into coming and standing by Marjorie. "Vangie?" she called down the stairs. "What's happened?" Nicola spotted the two women calling to Vangie and rolled her eyes heavenward. "You'd better remember this come Judgment Day," she informed the ceiling through gritted teeth. She strolled over towards the stairs and started walking down them, passing Marjorie and Marion. Halfway down, she turned and said, "Well, for heaven's sake, if you're so concerned, then follow me, ladies." She continued her walk down the stairs and called, "Mrs. Evans! We're coming in now, darling." She reached for the door handle. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - You care about security. So do we. http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Thu Jan 6 23:24:57 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Thu Jan 6 23:25:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row In-Reply-To: <20050107040512.9543.qmail@web20228.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <005301c4f470$d84c73a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care > of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag > off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened > tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed out the > butt in a nearby ashtray. "The cat is fine, as far as I know," Philip replied testily. "We were having a totally unrelated and rational conversation when she started ranting about my killing the damned thing. I think she may finally be starting to go senile, the poor woman." From margdean at erols.com Thu Jan 6 23:30:13 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Thu Jan 6 23:31:03 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row References: <20050107042234.21789.qmail@web20227.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DE1055.4FE2DE61@erols.com> Jonathan Katalenic wrote: > > > >>>Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the > > >>>top of the stairs. > > >> > > >>>"Mrs. Evans?" she called down. "Is your cat all > > >>>right?" > > >> > > >>There was no reply. > > > > > > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take > > > care of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the > > > last drag off her cigarette. "At least one good > > > thing's happened tonight," she added, mostly to > > > herself as she stubbed out the butt in a nearby > > > ashtray. > > > > "Mrs. Evans?" Marjorie called down again, looking > > worried. She glanced over at the rest of the room > > nervously, then started down the steps to the lower > > floor of the penthouse. "Mrs. Evans!? Are you all > > right?!" > > The notion that there might be something amiss with > Vangie (rather than just with her cat) galvanized > Marion into coming and standing by Marjorie. > > "Vangie?" she called down the stairs. "What's > happened?" > > Nicola spotted the two women calling to Vangie and > rolled her eyes heavenward. "You'd better remember > this come Judgment Day," she informed the ceiling > through gritted teeth. She strolled over towards the > stairs and started walking down them, passing Marjorie > and Marion. Halfway down, she turned and said, "Well, > for heaven's sake, if you're so concerned, then follow > me, ladies." Marion started down the stairs after Nicola. > She continued her walk down the stairs > and called, "Mrs. Evans! We're coming in now, > darling." She reached for the door handle. --Margaret Dean From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Fri Jan 7 03:58:49 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Fri Jan 7 03:59:03 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row References: <005301c4f470$d84c73a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <006601c4f497$1ae598b0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care > of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag > off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened > tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed out the > butt in a nearby ashtray. "The cat is fine, as far as I know," Philip replied testily. "We were having a totally unrelated and rational conversation when she started ranting about my killing the damned thing. I think she may finally be starting to go senile, the poor woman." (OOC - there seems to be some confusion about positioning. Ree had Vangie down at the bottom of the stairs - and Philip has come out just behind her. Now Marion, Marjorie and Nicolka have come down the stairs too). "Bring her up her!" Oswald called. "And Officer Powell too!" Then he added reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mrs Evans! My wife will go down and check on Sweetie for you!" "I want heavy gloves them," said Lucinda - not loudly enough to be heard by the party now tramping up the stairs. "And an escort. Someone tough." When the group reached the lounge of the Beamans' flat, Oswald indicated some free armschairs, positioned so that no-one was looking at Marty Fitzroy. "Now," he said. "What's all this about?" From veazeyae at gmail.com Fri Jan 7 09:15:18 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Fri Jan 7 09:15:24 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <41DE09CA.20804@elfworks.com> References: <41DE09CA.20804@elfworks.com> Message-ID: > > "When everyone came back from that Mr. Hodges took over the bar and > > wouldn't give Miss Diamond another drink. She got all huffy and left, > > and that's the last time I saw her. Then there was the lights out, and I > > was asking if anyone had a light. But no one did. Then the lights came > > back on, and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us > > she was dead." > > > > Hodges frowned, "I believe I was behind the bar the whole time during > > the blackout. Didn't want to trip over anyone." "And I was sitting on the bar stool," Warren ventured. "I can show everyone my knee, if there's any question about how badly I get around, lately. But it's not necessarily the making of the tea, is it? Arsenic could have been put in the tea leaves any time." He thought hard, then turned around. "One person I don't remember hearing from... where were you standing, Mister Beaman?" From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Fri Jan 7 10:07:08 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Fri Jan 7 10:07:11 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row Message-ID: > -----Original Message----- > From: murder_at_christmas-bounces@gamera.cc > [mailto:murder_at_christmas-bounces@gamera.cc] On Behalf Of Mel Mason > Sent: Friday, January 07, 2005 3:59 AM > To: murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row > > > > > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care > > of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag > > off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened > tonight," she > > added, mostly to herself as she stubbed out the butt in a nearby > > ashtray. > > "The cat is fine, as far as I know," Philip replied testily. > "We were having a totally unrelated and rational conversation > when she started ranting about my killing the damned thing. I > think she may finally be starting to go senile, the poor woman." > > > (OOC - there seems to be some confusion about positioning. > Ree had Vangie > down at the bottom of the stairs - and Philip has come out > just behind her. > Now Marion, Marjorie and Nicolka have come down the stairs too). > > "Bring her up her!" Oswald called. "And Officer Powell > too!" Then he > added reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mrs Evans! My wife will go > down and check > on Sweetie for you!" > "I want heavy gloves them," said Lucinda - not loudly enough > to be heard by > the party now tramping up the stairs. "And an escort. > Someone tough." > > When the group reached the lounge of the Beamans' flat (Vangie having protested all the way up the stairs: "No, you don't understand -- I have to get to -- you don't --" A wail of anguish. "Sweetie!") > Oswald indicated > some free armschairs, positioned so that no-one was looking at Marty > Fitzroy. > > "Now," he said. "What's all this about?" Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, her gaze flashing fire. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Fri Jan 7 10:11:41 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Fri Jan 7 10:12:01 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row References: Message-ID: <002601c4f4cb$31cc0850$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > "Bring her up her!" Oswald called. "And Officer Powell > too!" Then he > added reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mrs Evans! My wife will go > down and check > on Sweetie for you!" > "I want heavy gloves them," said Lucinda - not loudly enough > to be heard by > the party now tramping up the stairs. "And an escort. > Someone tough." > > When the group reached the lounge of the Beamans' flat (Vangie having protested all the way up the stairs: "No, you don't understand -- I have to get to -- you don't --" A wail of anguish. "Sweetie!") > Oswald indicated > some free armschairs, positioned so that no-one was looking at Marty > Fitzroy. > > "Now," he said. "What's all this about?" Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, her gaze flashing fire. "I'm going to get Sweetie," said Lucinda. "And someone else will come with me and help me ... " Her eyes roved in search of a victim. "We'll bring him up with us if you like. But ... tell me, Mrs Evans. What do you expect to be wrong with him?" From veazeyae at gmail.com Fri Jan 7 10:12:21 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Fri Jan 7 10:12:24 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: > > "Now," he said. "What's all this about?" > > Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, her gaze > flashing fire. "Is... was.. your cat... ill, madam?" Warren asked, suddenly. From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Fri Jan 7 10:15:58 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Fri Jan 7 10:16:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row Message-ID: > > "Bring her up her!" Oswald called. "And Officer Powell > too!" Then > > he added reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mrs Evans! My wife will go > > down and check > > on Sweetie for you!" > > > "I want heavy gloves them," said Lucinda - not loudly enough to be > > heard by the party now tramping up the stairs. "And an escort. > > Someone tough." > > > > When the group reached the lounge of the Beamans' flat > (Vangie having > protested all the way up the stairs: "No, you don't > understand -- I have to get to -- you don't --" A wail of > anguish. "Sweetie!") > > Oswald indicated > > some free armschairs, positioned so that no-one was looking > at Marty > > Fitzroy. > > > > "Now," he said. "What's all this about?" > > Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, > her gaze flashing fire. >> > "I'm going to get Sweetie," said Lucinda. "And someone else > will come with > me and help me ... " Her eyes roved in search of a victim. > "We'll bring > him up with us if you like. But ... tell me, Mrs Evans. > What do you expect > to be wrong with him?" "He could be dying," Vangie said. "Please..." A moment later she added, "He's been playing with a white paper bag. It was on the floor. Please get it away from him." She turned to meet Oswald's eyes squarely before she added "...and keep it safe." From margdean at erols.com Fri Jan 7 10:15:00 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Fri Jan 7 10:16:20 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row References: Message-ID: <41DEA774.B34E8EF4@erols.com> > > > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care > > > of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag > > > off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened > > > tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed > > > out the butt in a nearby ashtray. > > > > "The cat is fine, as far as I know," Philip replied testily. > > "We were having a totally unrelated and rational conversation > > when she started ranting about my killing the damned thing. I > > think she may finally be starting to go senile, the poor woman." > > > > (OOC - there seems to be some confusion about positioning. > > Ree had Vangie down at the bottom of the stairs - and Philip > > has come out just behind her. Now Marion, Marjorie and Nicola > > have come down the stairs too). > > > > "Bring her up here!" Oswald called. "And Officer Powell > > too!" Then he added reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mrs Evans! > > My wife will go down and check on Sweetie for you!" > > > "I want heavy gloves them," said Lucinda - not loudly enough > > to be heard by the party now tramping up the stairs. "And an > > escort. Someone tough." > > > > When the group reached the lounge of the Beamans' flat (Vangie > > having protested all the way up the stairs: "No, you don't > > understand -- I have to get to -- you don't --" A wail of anguish. > > "Sweetie!") Oswald indicated some free armschairs, positioned so > > that no-one was looking at Marty Fitzroy. > > > > "Now," he said. "What's all this about?" > > Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, her gaze > flashing fire. Marion laid a placating hand on her friend's arm. "Vangie, what's wrong with Sweetie?" she asked, sounding concerned. --Margaret Dean From veazeyae at gmail.com Fri Jan 7 10:25:13 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Fri Jan 7 10:25:16 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row In-Reply-To: <41DEA774.B34E8EF4@erols.com> References: <41DEA774.B34E8EF4@erols.com> Message-ID: On Fri, 07 Jan 2005 10:15:00 -0500, Margaret Dean wrote: > > > > > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care > > > > of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag > > > > off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened > > > > tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed > > > > out the butt in a nearby ashtray. > > > > > > "The cat is fine, as far as I know," Philip replied testily. > > > "We were having a totally unrelated and rational conversation > > > when she started ranting about my killing the damned thing. I > > > think she may finally be starting to go senile, the poor woman." > > > > > > (OOC - there seems to be some confusion about positioning. > > > Ree had Vangie down at the bottom of the stairs - and Philip > > > has come out just behind her. Now Marion, Marjorie and Nicola > > > have come down the stairs too). > > > > > > "Bring her up here!" Oswald called. "And Officer Powell > > > too!" Then he added reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mrs Evans! > > > My wife will go down and check on Sweetie for you!" > > > > > "I want heavy gloves them," said Lucinda - not loudly enough > > > to be heard by the party now tramping up the stairs. "And an > > > escort. Someone tough." > > > > > > When the group reached the lounge of the Beamans' flat (Vangie > > > having protested all the way up the stairs: "No, you don't > > > understand -- I have to get to -- you don't --" A wail of anguish. > > > "Sweetie!") Oswald indicated some free armschairs, positioned so > > > that no-one was looking at Marty Fitzroy. > > > > > > "Now," he said. "What's all this about?" > > > > Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, her gaze > > flashing fire. > > Marion laid a placating hand on her friend's arm. "Vangie, > what's wrong with Sweetie?" she asked, sounding concerned. "I suspect he's been poisoned," Warren said. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Fri Jan 7 10:45:29 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Fri Jan 7 10:51:55 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row References: Message-ID: <004401c4f4cf$ea4cdd10$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > > Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, > her gaze flashing fire. >> > "I'm going to get Sweetie," said Lucinda. "And someone else > will come with > me and help me ... " Her eyes roved in search of a victim. > "We'll bring > him up with us if you like. But ... tell me, Mrs Evans. > What do you expect > to be wrong with him?" "He could be dying," Vangie said. "Please..." A moment later she added, "He's been playing with a white paper bag. It was on the floor. Please get it away from him." She turned to meet Oswald's eyes squarely before she added "...and keep it safe." "All right," said Lucinda obligingly. She turned to leave (OOC - anyone going with her?). "So what was in the paper bag?" Oswald asked Vangie. "Why are you so worried about it?" From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Fri Jan 7 10:57:54 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Fri Jan 7 10:57:55 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row Message-ID: > > Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, > her gaze > > flashing fire. > >> > > "I'm going to get Sweetie," said Lucinda. "And someone > else will come > > with me and help me ... " Her eyes roved in search of a victim. > > "We'll bring > > him up with us if you like. But ... tell me, Mrs Evans. > > What do you expect > > to be wrong with him?" > > "He could be dying," Vangie said. "Please..." A moment later > she added, "He's been playing with a white paper bag. It was > on the floor. Please get it away from him." She turned to > meet Oswald's eyes squarely before she added "...and keep it safe." > > "All right," said Lucinda obligingly. > > She turned to leave (OOC - anyone going with her?). > > "So what was in the paper bag?" Oswald asked Vangie. "Why are you so > worried about it?" "Rat poison," she said shortly. She glared at Philip. "And a rat got it." From Mrfury28 at aol.com Fri Jan 7 11:11:17 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Fri Jan 7 11:11:33 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row Message-ID: <75FB458E.1CA00E97.007D37FB@aol.com> "All right," said Lucinda obligingly. She turned to leave. "awit up, Mrs Skeffington-Nottle", Hodges stood and accompanied her. "No one should be alone, missus." From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Fri Jan 7 11:17:40 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Fri Jan 7 11:17:46 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <007a01c4f4d4$6beb8de0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > "Rat poison," she said shortly. She glared at Philip. "And a > rat got it." "Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such bag. Where did you leave it?" From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Fri Jan 7 11:42:27 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Fri Jan 7 11:42:48 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20050107164227.19409.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> --- Allen Veazey wrote: > > > "When everyone came back from that Mr. Hodges took over the bar > and > > > wouldn't give Miss Diamond another drink. She got all huffy and > left, > > > and that's the last time I saw her. Then there was the lights > out, and I > > > was asking if anyone had a light. But no one did. Then the > lights came > > > back on, and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told > us > > > she was dead." > > > > > > Hodges frowned, "I believe I was behind the bar the whole time > during > > > the blackout. Didn't want to trip over anyone." > > "And I was sitting on the bar stool," Warren ventured. > "I can show everyone my knee, if there's any question > about how badly I get around, lately. But it's not > necessarily the making of the tea, is it? Arsenic > could have been put in the tea leaves any time." He > thought hard, then turned around. "One person I > don't remember hearing from... where were you > standing, Mister Beaman?" "But the arsenic only showed up in one cup," noted Cyril, nodding at Fitzroy. "His. As to where I was standing, I was at the bar next to Miss Diamond when she stormed out. I asked Hodges for a towel to clean the lift grease off my hands. Hodges, you remember..." he glanced at Hodges for confirmation. "If my wife had not been the considerate person she is, I would have remained right there, but she told me to go get the old towels from our flat to clean up. That's what I did." He looked calmly at Warren as he finished, "Granted, my timing was lousy, but I did not kill Miss Diamond." > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com From jvstin at gmail.com Fri Jan 7 11:57:57 2005 From: jvstin at gmail.com (Jvstin) Date: Fri Jan 7 11:58:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row In-Reply-To: <75FB458E.1CA00E97.007D37FB@aol.com> References: <75FB458E.1CA00E97.007D37FB@aol.com> Message-ID: <36e1ae03050107085756d209a1@mail.gmail.com> On Fri, 07 Jan 2005 11:11:17 -0500, Mrfury28@aol.com wrote: > "All right," said Lucinda obligingly. She turned to leave. > > "awit up, Mrs Skeffington-Nottle", Hodges stood and accompanied her. "No one should be alone, missus." > James had been ready to move, but he stopped when Hodges beat him to the punch. "Hodges is right." he said, nodding to him and to Lucinda. "None of us should be by ourselves until this is all sorted out." From veazeyae at gmail.com Fri Jan 7 12:19:50 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Fri Jan 7 12:19:54 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <20050107164227.19409.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050107164227.19409.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "But the arsenic only showed up in one cup," noted Cyril, nodding at > Fitzroy. "His. As to where I was standing, I was at the bar next to > Miss Diamond when she stormed out. I asked Hodges for a towel to clean > the lift grease off my hands. Hodges, you remember..." he glanced at > Hodges for confirmation. "If my wife had not been the considerate > person she is, I would have remained right there, but she told me to go > get the old towels from our flat to clean up. That's what I did." He > looked calmly at Warren as he finished, "Granted, my timing was lousy, but I did not kill Miss Diamond." "Yes, yes, of course," Warren said. "Just something that Mister Skeffington-Nottle said, about focussing on opportunity rather than motive. Granted, I've not been here very long at all, so I haven't gotten to know the rest of you properly. From just opportunity, there are some strange circumstances around you. Your wife making the tea. Miss Diamond strangled by a thin rope, or wire, but the piano was not disturbed- and you work with durable goods and hardware. Rat poison sold at hardware stores, too, when you don't pop down to buy it at the chemist. They still use arsenic, don't they? I've heard of that ghastly new stuff that makes them bleed to death... but that's neither here or there. And I understand that there was some kind of... disagreement... between yourself and my uncle." He shrugged. "I have to ask." From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Fri Jan 7 12:53:00 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Fri Jan 7 12:53:01 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row Message-ID: > > "Rat poison," she said shortly. She glared at Philip. "And a rat got > > it." > > "Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such > bag. Where did you leave it?" She smiled tightly and did not reply. From Mrfury28 at aol.com Fri Jan 7 12:55:28 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Fri Jan 7 12:55:35 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? Message-ID: <274A8956.4F2F2788.007D37FB@aol.com> "But the arsenic only showed up in one cup," noted Cyril, nodding at Fitzroy. "His. As to where I was standing, I was at the bar next to Miss Diamond when she stormed out. I asked Hodges for a towel to clean the lift grease off my hands. Hodges, you remember..." he glanced at Hodges for confirmation. "That is correct, sir." Hodges acknowledged. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Fri Jan 7 13:49:11 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Fri Jan 7 13:49:32 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row References: <75FB458E.1CA00E97.007D37FB@aol.com> <36e1ae03050107085756d209a1@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <007901c4f4e9$93f3c400$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> "awit up, Mrs Skeffington-Nottle", Hodges stood and accompanied her. "No >> one should be alone, missus." >> > > James had been ready to move, but he stopped when Hodges beat him to > the punch. "Hodges is right." he said, nodding to him and to Lucinda. > "None of us should be by ourselves until this is all sorted out." > "All right," said Lucinda. She led the two men down a floor to Vangie Evans' flat. There, in the hall, was Seetie - who glowered at the three of them over the shredded remains of a white paper bag (the sort supplied by phramacists for holding bottles of pills, or other bottles. "Well," said Lucinda, "he seems all right. Do you think we should wash his paws or ... or something? To be safe?" She regarded Sweetie. Sweetie stared back balefully. "Perhaps not," she adnitted finally. "Mr Hodges, do you think you could ... erm ... persuade him to mopve back? And then I'll grab the bag." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Fri Jan 7 14:03:40 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Fri Jan 7 14:03:58 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row References: Message-ID: <008f01c4f4eb$99dc4ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > > "Rat poison," she said shortly. She glared at Philip. "And a rat got > > it." > > "Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such > bag. Where did you leave it?" She smiled tightly and did not reply. "Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like to tell us where you were when the lights went out earlier." From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Fri Jan 7 14:27:04 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Fri Jan 7 14:27:09 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row Message-ID: > > > "Rat poison," she said shortly. She glared at Philip. > "And a rat got > > > > it." > > > > "Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such bag. > > Where did you leave it?" > > She smiled tightly and did not reply. > > "Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like to tell us > where you were > when the lights went out earlier." "Certainly," Vangie said at once. "I had gone to see to Mrs. Fitzroy, and we spoke briefly, but she did not require my assistance. I met a number of people on the landing when the warden arrived..." She frowned. "Yes. I spoke to him. After that a group of us followed the warden upstairs. He had the torch, you see." She blinked. "I know Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle was there, on the stairs, in that group. I can't swear how many other people actually went upstairs." From Mrfury28 at aol.com Fri Jan 7 14:30:20 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Fri Jan 7 14:30:29 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row Message-ID: <74F4391C.12E2E2D6.007D37FB@aol.com> There, in the hall, was Seetie - who glowered at the three of them over the shredded remains of a white paper bag (the sort supplied by phramacists for holding bottles of pills, or other bottles. "Well," said Lucinda, "he seems all right. ?Do you think we should wash his paws or ... or something? ?To be safe?" She regarded Sweetie. ?Sweetie stared back balefully. "Perhaps not," she adnitted finally. ?"Mr Hodges, do you think you could ... erm ... persuade him to move back? ?And then I'll grab the bag." Hodges stared down the little monster. "I'll do my best." The spry old man then slowly moved towards Sweetie, jumping up at the next second to try and startle the cat out from the bag. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Fri Jan 7 14:52:37 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Fri Jan 7 14:52:40 2005 Subject: Fwd: Re: [MaC] Revelations? Message-ID: <20050107195237.28324.qmail@web50701.mail.yahoo.com> Sorry, it doesn't look like this one went to the list properly. --- Brenda McCartney wrote: > Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 11:48:55 -0800 (PST) > From: Brenda McCartney > Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations? > To: Allen Veazey > > > --- Allen Veazey wrote: > > > > "But the arsenic only showed up in one cup," noted Cyril, nodding > > at > > > Fitzroy. "His. As to where I was standing, I was at the bar > next > > to > > > Miss Diamond when she stormed out. I asked Hodges for a towel to > > clean > > > the lift grease off my hands. Hodges, you remember..." he > glanced > > at > > > Hodges for confirmation. "If my wife had not been the > considerate > > > person she is, I would have remained right there, but she told me > > to go > > > get the old towels from our flat to clean up. That's what I > did." > > He > > > looked calmly at Warren as he finished, "Granted, my timing was > > lousy, but I did not kill Miss Diamond." > > > > "Yes, yes, of course," Warren said. "Just something > > that Mister Skeffington-Nottle said, about focussing > > on opportunity rather than motive. Granted, I've not > > been here very long at all, so I haven't gotten to > > know the rest of you properly. From just opportunity, > > there are some strange circumstances around you. > > Your wife making the tea. Miss Diamond strangled > > by a thin rope, or wire, but the piano was not > > disturbed- and you work with durable goods and hardware. > > Rat poison sold at hardware stores, too, when you > > don't pop down to buy it at the chemist. They still > > use arsenic, don't they? I've heard of that ghastly new stuff > > that makes them bleed to death... but that's neither > > here or there. And I understand that there was some > > kind of... disagreement... between yourself and my > > uncle." He shrugged. "I have to ask." > > Cyril looks confused. "Fitzroy's your uncle? I can't remember > anyone > else I've had disagreements with. There again, it wasn't anything > worth killing over," he said with a grim set to his jaw. > > "And I'd say access to wire is hardly conclusive," Cyril continued. > "I'm sure Mr. Hodges has some for electrical repairs. Lord knows the > lift alone needs it. Or a musician, perhaps. It doesn't have to be > a > piano. Don't guitars or violins use wire strings as well? > As for the arsenic, Hodges probably has access to that, too, to deal > with the rats in the basement. Just because he has access, though, > doesn't make him a murderer. Nor me, either." > > __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The all-new My Yahoo! - What will yours do? http://my.yahoo.com From veazeyae at gmail.com Fri Jan 7 14:57:51 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Fri Jan 7 14:57:53 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <20050107195237.28324.qmail@web50701.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050107195237.28324.qmail@web50701.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > > Cyril looks confused. "Fitzroy's your uncle? I can't remember > > anyone > > else I've had disagreements with. There again, it wasn't anything > > worth killing over," he said with a grim set to his jaw. "Not Mister Fitzroy," Warren said. "My Uncle Albert, the man who actually owns the flat where I'm staying. He's out of London at the moment." > > "And I'd say access to wire is hardly conclusive," Cyril continued. > > "I'm sure Mr. Hodges has some for electrical repairs. Lord knows the > > lift alone needs it. Or a musician, perhaps. It doesn't have to be > > a > > piano. Don't guitars or violins use wire strings as well? > > As for the arsenic, Hodges probably has access to that, too, to deal > > with the rats in the basement. Just because he has access, though, > > doesn't make him a murderer. Nor me, either." From Mrfury28 at aol.com Fri Jan 7 14:59:33 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Fri Jan 7 14:59:44 2005 Subject: Fwd: Re: [MaC] Revelations? Message-ID: <370F294E.25B68757.007D37FB@aol.com> Cyril looks confused. "Fitzroy's your uncle? I can't remember anyone else I've had disagreements with. There again, it wasn't anything worth killing over," he said with a grim set to his jaw. "And I'd say access to wire is hardly conclusive," Cyril continued. "I'm sure Mr. Hodges has some for electrical repairs. Lord knows the lift alone needs it. Or a musician, perhaps. It doesn't have to be a piano. Don't guitars or violins use wire strings as well? As for the arsenic, Hodges probably has access to that, too, to deal with the rats in the basement. Just because he has access, though, doesn't make him a murderer. Nor me, either." "Quite right, sir." Hodges agreed. "Although if someone tampered with the lift ..." He left the thought unfinished before heading off with Mrs Skeffington-Nottle. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Fri Jan 7 15:10:12 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Fri Jan 7 15:10:16 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20050107201012.65928.qmail@web50708.mail.yahoo.com> --- Allen Veazey wrote: > > > Cyril looks confused. "Fitzroy's your uncle? I can't remember > > > anyone > > > else I've had disagreements with. There again, it wasn't > anything > > > worth killing over," he said with a grim set to his jaw. > > > "Not Mister Fitzroy," Warren said. "My Uncle Albert, the > man who actually owns the flat where I'm staying. He's > out of London at the moment." "That's what I thought," Cyril said as the confused look vanished. "Did your uncle describe the nature of the disagreement, because I was not aware that we had one?" [OOC: Nor was Cyril's player...] > > > "And I'd say access to wire is hardly conclusive," Cyril > continued. > > > "I'm sure Mr. Hodges has some for electrical repairs. Lord knows > the > > > lift alone needs it. Or a musician, perhaps. It doesn't have to > be > > > a > > > piano. Don't guitars or violins use wire strings as well? > > > As for the arsenic, Hodges probably has access to that, too, to > deal > > > with the rats in the basement. Just because he has access, > though, > > > doesn't make him a murderer. Nor me, either." > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - You care about security. So do we. http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail From hmace at elfworks.com Fri Jan 7 15:52:54 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Fri Jan 7 15:47:25 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? Message-ID: <200501071552.AA1132790018@elfworks.com> >> >> >> "Not Mister Fitzroy," Warren said. "My Uncle Albert, the >> man who actually owns the flat where I'm staying. He's >> out of London at the moment." > >"That's what I thought," Cyril said as the confused look >vanished. "Did your uncle describe the nature of the >disagreement, because I was not aware that we had one?" > >[OOC: Nor was Cyril's player...] > >>> "And I'd say access to wire is hardly conclusive," Cyril >>> continued. "I'm sure Mr. Hodges has some for electrical >>> repairs. Lord knows the lift alone needs it. Or a >>> musician, perhaps. It doesn't have to be a piano. >>> Don't guitars or violins use wire strings as well? >>> As for the arsenic, Hodges probably has access to that, >>> too, to deal with the rats in the basement. Just he has >>> because access, though, >>> doesn't make him a murderer. Nor me, either." "I didn't know Mr. Hodges had rat poison in the basement," Marjorie said. She was standing near the top of the stairs, leaning against the wall. "Who else would have rat poison in the building. I don't have any in my room... you can check if you want." ________________________________________________________________ Sent via the WebMail system at elfworks.com From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Fri Jan 7 16:08:17 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Fri Jan 7 16:08:25 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row In-Reply-To: <008f01c4f4eb$99dc4ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <008201c4f4fd$023ad5d0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > > "Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such bag. > > Where did you leave it?" > > She smiled tightly and did not reply. Philip sighed in obvious frustration. > "Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like to tell us > where you were when the lights went out earlier." Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar, trying to get a drink for myself. When the lights went out I started for the door, but when Mr. Davis had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay in one place and out of the way, so I backed against the wall and stayed there until the lights came back on." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Fri Jan 7 18:42:31 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Fri Jan 7 18:42:53 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? References: <200501071552.AA1132790018@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <010701c4f512$8fe80320$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>> "And I'd say access to wire is hardly conclusive," Cyril >>>> continued. "I'm sure Mr. Hodges has some for electrical >>>> repairs. Lord knows the lift alone needs it. Or a >>>> musician, perhaps. It doesn't have to be a piano. >>>> Don't guitars or violins use wire strings as well? >>>> As for the arsenic, Hodges probably has access to that, >>>> too, to deal with the rats in the basement. Just he has >>>> because access, though, >>>> doesn't make him a murderer. Nor me, either." > > "I didn't know Mr. Hodges had rat poison in the basement," > Marjorie said. She was standing near the top of the stairs, > leaning against the wall. "Who else would have rat poison > in the building. I don't have any in my room... you can > check if you want." > "We don't keep it," said Oswald. "We get it from Hodges - at least we did the one time we needed it. I'd be interested to know if anyone else has asked for some recently." From hmace at elfworks.com Fri Jan 7 18:53:10 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Fri Jan 7 18:47:42 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? Message-ID: <200501071853.AA1951596598@elfworks.com> >> >> "I didn't know Mr. Hodges had rat poison in the basement," >> Marjorie said. She was standing near the top of the stairs, >> leaning against the wall. "Who else would have rat poison >> in the building. I don't have any in my room... you can >> check if you want." >> > >"We don't keep it," said Oswald. "We get it from Hodges - at least we did >the one time we needed it. I'd be interested to know if anyone else has >asked for some recently." "And why... would Mrs. Evans need rat poison if she has Sweetie?" Marjorie looked seriously worried as she said the last. ________________________________________________________________ Sent via the WebMail system at elfworks.com From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Fri Jan 7 18:48:13 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Fri Jan 7 18:48:24 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row References: <008201c4f4fd$023ad5d0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <010801c4f513$5a1fbe30$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > > "Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such bag. > > Where did you leave it?" > > She smiled tightly and did not reply. Philip sighed in obvious frustration. > "Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like to tell us > where you were when the lights went out earlier." "Certainly," Vangie said at once. "I had gone to see to Mrs. Fitzroy, and we spoke briefly, but she did not require my assistance. I met a number of people on the landing when the warden arrived..." She frowned. "Yes. I spoke to him. After that a group of us followed the warden upstairs. He had the torch, you see." She blinked. "I know Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle was there, on the stairs, in that group. I can't swear how many other people actually went upstairs." "She did knock on my door," said Esme suddenly. "But I don't know ... how soon after the lights went out that was." Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar, trying to get a drink for myself. When the lights went out I started for the door, but when Mr. Davis had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay in one place and out of the way, so I backed against the wall and stayed there until the lights came back on." "Was anyone next to you?" asked Oswald. "Who could alibi you? "And what about when Fitzroy was poisoned?" He looked at them both again. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Fri Jan 7 18:55:31 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Fri Jan 7 18:55:41 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row References: <74F4391C.12E2E2D6.007D37FB@aol.com> Message-ID: <010c01c4f514$5f209b60$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > There, in the hall, was Seetie - who glowered at the three of them over > the shredded remains of a white paper bag (the sort supplied by > phramacists for holding bottles of pills, or other bottles. > > "Well," said Lucinda, "he seems all right. Do you think we should wash his > paws or ... or something? To be safe?" > She regarded Sweetie. Sweetie stared back balefully. > > "Perhaps not," she adnitted finally. "Mr Hodges, do you think you could > ... erm ... persuade him to move back? And then I'll grab the bag." > > Hodges stared down the little monster. "I'll do my best." The spry old > man then slowly moved towards Sweetie, jumping up at the next second to > try and startle the cat out from the bag. > Sweetie snarled his disapprobation ... and then slunk back a few paces. Lucinda darted in and grabbed the shreds of bag, leaving Sweetie, healthy and more bad tempered than ever. "Come on," said Lucinda. "Let's get back before he cuts off our retreat." From jadethe2nd at yahoo.com Fri Jan 7 19:47:45 2005 From: jadethe2nd at yahoo.com (Jade) Date: Fri Jan 7 19:47:52 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <41DDB059.7000701@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <20050108004745.33342.qmail@web60809.mail.yahoo.com> > Tabitha looked up as Pamela approached. "He's not > faring too well," she said. "Do you want to help me > try to get some water down him?" > > She glanced at Oswald and the others, trying to keep > an ear on their conversation. Pamela nodded, going to Fitzroy's head to hold it for Tabitha. When Tabitha's head neared hers, she asked in a whisper, "What did Mr. Fitzroy think you were doing in Bethnal Green, Tabitha?" Tabitha averted her eyes ruefully. "Trust me," she said, "you don't want to know..." __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Take Yahoo! Mail with you! Get it on your mobile phone. http://mobile.yahoo.com/maildemo From rmpruehs at cac.net Fri Jan 7 19:51:58 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Fri Jan 7 19:54:37 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row In-Reply-To: <008201c4f4fd$023ad5d0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <008f01c4f4eb$99dc4ca0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <008201c4f4fd$023ad5d0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050107194533.02a8b7d0@mail.cac.net> At 04:08 PM 1/7/2005, you wrote: > > > "Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such bag. > > > Where did you leave it?" > > > > She smiled tightly and did not reply. > >Philip sighed in obvious frustration. > > > "Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like to tell us > > where you were when the lights went out earlier." > >Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar, trying to get a drink for >myself. When the lights went out I started for the door, but when Mr. Davis >had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay in one place and out of >the way, so I backed against the wall and stayed there until the lights came >back on." Vangie blinked. =Then when did you go downstairs, Philip?= He =had= been downstairs, with her and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle and...yes...Mr. Hodges, and the warden. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Fri Jan 7 20:34:48 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Fri Jan 7 20:34:52 2005 Subject: Fwd: Re: Re: [MaC] Revelations? Message-ID: <20050108013448.82299.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> Argh! Did it again. I've got to remember to check that address line! --- Brenda McCartney wrote: > Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 17:31:33 -0800 (PST) > From: Brenda McCartney > Subject: Re: Re: [MaC] Revelations? > To: Allen Veazey > > > --- Allen Veazey wrote: > > > > "That's what I thought," Cyril said as the confused > > look vanished. "Did your uncle describe the nature of > > the disagreement, because I was not aware that we > > had one?" > > > > "Not at all," Warren said. "And I had assumed a > > disagreement... so much for any attempt at > > being politic. He was sure that he, ah, 'had > > something on you'. My uncle is somewhat of > > a dodgy character, I'm afraid." > > "Ah," Cyril nodded in understanding and lowered his voice. "I think > I > know what he was referring to. A while back, I did help him make a > couple of ... acquisitions. Nothing sensitive. Just things that > are, > shall we say, difficult...to come by nowadays." Cyril's expression > showed his distaste for the subject. "He was sent by ...others," he > said with a telling glance down at Fitzroy. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Meet the all-new My Yahoo! - Try it today! http://my.yahoo.com From dorothea at textartisan.com Fri Jan 7 20:38:22 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Fri Jan 7 20:40:34 2005 Subject: [MaC] Revelations? In-Reply-To: <20050108004745.33342.qmail@web60809.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050108004745.33342.qmail@web60809.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41DF398E.7000701@textartisan.com> > Tabitha averted her eyes ruefully. "Trust me," she > said, "you don't want to know..." "I'm just wondering if I can help you in some way, that's all. If telling me will only harm you, then don't." From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Fri Jan 7 20:51:49 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Fri Jan 7 20:51:51 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <6.2.0.14.0.20050107194533.02a8b7d0@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <008801c4f524$9e6eb620$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > Vangie blinked. =Then when did you go downstairs, Philip?= He > =had= been downstairs, with her and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle > and...yes...Mr. Hodges, and the warden. [OOC: That was a Brian goof; I apparently edited the Warden's arrival out of my memory, but Philip certainly wouldn't have. 8-) Allow me to correct, if you please:] >>> "Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like to tell >>> us where you were when the lights went out earlier." Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar, trying to get a drink for myself. When the lights went out I started for the door, but when Mr. Davis had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay in one place and out of the way, so I backed against the wall by the door and stayed there until the ARP warden arrived. Then I went down to meet him with Mr. Hodges, Commander Coldsmith-Briggs, and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle." From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Fri Jan 7 23:10:02 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Fri Jan 7 23:10:04 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <008801c4f524$9e6eb620$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <20050108041002.79264.qmail@web20223.mail.yahoo.com> --- Brian Schoner wrote: > > Vangie blinked. =Then when did you go downstairs, > Philip?= He > > =had= been downstairs, with her and Mrs. > Skeffington-Nottle > > and...yes...Mr. Hodges, and the warden. > > [OOC: That was a Brian goof; I apparently edited the > Warden's arrival out of > my memory, but Philip certainly wouldn't have. 8-) > Allow me to correct, if > you please:] > > >>> "Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like > to tell > >>> us where you were when the lights went out > earlier." > > Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar, > trying to get a drink for > myself. When the lights went out I started for the > door, but when Mr. Davis > had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay > in one place and out of > the way, so I backed against the wall by the door > and stayed there until the > ARP warden arrived. Then I went down to meet him > with Mr. Hodges, Commander > Coldsmith-Briggs, and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle." Nicola's eyes darted around the room from person to person, mentally checking them off in her head. 'There has to be somebody who was missing,' she told herself. 'There HAS to be. But who is it?' She shook her head and started counting roll again. 'I was next to Lady Pamela, Lord Richard and Mr. Drake when the lights went out and we all toasted. Then I helped Mrs. Beaman up. But... were they all there during that time?' She glanced over towards Pamela, chatting with Tabitha on the couch. It could have still been any of them, she realized with a shiver. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - now with 250MB free storage. Learn more. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 8 10:29:22 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 8 10:29:24 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) References: <20050108041002.79264.qmail@web20223.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <005801c4f596$d4076350$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar, >> trying to get a drink for >> myself. When the lights went out I started for the >> door, but when Mr. Davis >> had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay >> in one place and out of >> the way, so I backed against the wall by the door >> and stayed there until the >> ARP warden arrived. Then I went down to meet him >> with Mr. Hodges, Commander >> Coldsmith-Briggs, and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle." > > Nicola's eyes darted around the room from person to > person, mentally checking them off in her head. 'There > has to be somebody who was missing,' she told herself. > 'There HAS to be. But who is it?' She shook her head > and started counting roll again. 'I was next to Lady > Pamela, Lord Richard and Mr. Drake when the lights > went out and we all toasted. Then I helped Mrs. Beaman > up. But... were they all there during that time?' She > glanced over towards Pamela, chatting with Tabitha on > the couch. It could have still been any of them, she > realized with a shiver. > At this point, Lucinda returned, accompanied by Hodges and James Drake. She was holding the somewhat tattered remains of a paper bag. "Careful," she said to Oswald, holding it out tiwards him. "there are traces of blood on it." From jvstin at mindspring.com Sat Jan 8 10:51:45 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Sat Jan 8 10:51:52 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <005801c4f596$d4076350$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <20050108041002.79264.qmail@web20223.mail.yahoo.com> <005801c4f596$d4076350$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41E00191.40307@mindspring.com> on 1/8/2005 9:29 AM Mel Mason said the following: >>> Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar, >>> trying to get a drink for >>> myself. When the lights went out I started for the >>> door, but when Mr. Davis >>> had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay >>> in one place and out of >>> the way, so I backed against the wall by the door >>> and stayed there until the >>> ARP warden arrived. Then I went down to meet him >>> with Mr. Hodges, Commander >>> Coldsmith-Briggs, and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle." >> >> >> Nicola's eyes darted around the room from person to >> person, mentally checking them off in her head. 'There >> has to be somebody who was missing,' she told herself. >> 'There HAS to be. But who is it?' She shook her head >> and started counting roll again. 'I was next to Lady >> Pamela, Lord Richard and Mr. Drake when the lights >> went out and we all toasted. Then I helped Mrs. Beaman >> up. But... were they all there during that time?' She >> glanced over towards Pamela, chatting with Tabitha on >> the couch. It could have still been any of them, she >> realized with a shiver. >> > > At this point, Lucinda returned, accompanied by Hodges and James Drake. > She was holding the somewhat tattered remains of a paper bag. > > "Careful," she said to Oswald, holding it out tiwards him. "there are > traces of blood on it." > James, too, was perplexed by the mystery. The answer was staring all of them in the face, he was certain. Still, everyone, himself included, was missing something obvious. Something right there that would open up the floodgates and solve matters in a preciptious fashion. His eyes, too, looked about the room, trying to sort out which person was missing at the fateful moment. From margdean at erols.com Sat Jan 8 10:51:49 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Sat Jan 8 10:52:43 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) References: <20050108041002.79264.qmail@web20223.mail.yahoo.com> <005801c4f596$d4076350$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41E00195.599FC48@erols.com> Mel Mason wrote: > > >> Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar, > >> trying to get a drink for > >> myself. When the lights went out I started for the > >> door, but when Mr. Davis > >> had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay > >> in one place and out of > >> the way, so I backed against the wall by the door > >> and stayed there until the > >> ARP warden arrived. Then I went down to meet him > >> with Mr. Hodges, Commander > >> Coldsmith-Briggs, and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle." > > > > Nicola's eyes darted around the room from person to > > person, mentally checking them off in her head. 'There > > has to be somebody who was missing,' she told herself. > > 'There HAS to be. But who is it?' She shook her head > > and started counting roll again. 'I was next to Lady > > Pamela, Lord Richard and Mr. Drake when the lights > > went out and we all toasted. Then I helped Mrs. Beaman > > up. But... were they all there during that time?' She > > glanced over towards Pamela, chatting with Tabitha on > > the couch. It could have still been any of them, she > > realized with a shiver. > > > > At this point, Lucinda returned, accompanied by Hodges and James Drake. She > was holding the somewhat tattered remains of a paper bag. > > "Careful," she said to Oswald, holding it out tiwards him. "there are > traces of blood on it." "Oh, dear. I hope it isn't yours, Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle," said Marion, who knew Sweetie's proclivities fairly well. "Or Mr. Hodges'." --Margaret Dean From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sat Jan 8 11:55:47 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sat Jan 8 11:55:53 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <005801c4f596$d4076350$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <000101c4f5a2$e99cc910$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > At this point, Lucinda returned, accompanied by Hodges and > James Drake. She was holding the somewhat tattered remains > of a paper bag. > > "Careful," she said to Oswald, holding it out tiwards him. > "there are traces of blood on it." "So there's the mysterious bag," Philip said. "Where's the cat, and is it all right?" From hmace at elfworks.com Sat Jan 8 12:28:40 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sat Jan 8 12:28:42 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <000101c4f5a2$e99cc910$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <000101c4f5a2$e99cc910$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41E01848.6060202@elfworks.com> >>At this point, Lucinda returned, accompanied by Hodges and >>James Drake. She was holding the somewhat tattered remains >>of a paper bag. >> >>"Careful," she said to Oswald, holding it out tiwards him. >>"there are traces of blood on it." > > > "So there's the mysterious bag," Philip said. "Where's the cat, and is it > all right?" Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door the lounge. "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain.. I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in. Since everyone's here... should be safe." From dorothea at textartisan.com Sat Jan 8 12:41:11 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Sat Jan 8 12:43:21 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E01848.6060202@elfworks.com> References: <000101c4f5a2$e99cc910$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <41E01848.6060202@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <41E01B37.5000904@textartisan.com> > Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door > the lounge. "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain.. > I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in. Since > everyone's here... should be safe." "I should rather like to know where the blood came from," said Pamela. "Cats do play with... string... What was in that bag?" From hmace at elfworks.com Sat Jan 8 13:05:36 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sat Jan 8 13:05:43 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E01B37.5000904@textartisan.com> References: <000101c4f5a2$e99cc910$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <41E01848.6060202@elfworks.com> <41E01B37.5000904@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <41E020F0.1040801@elfworks.com> >> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door >> the lounge. "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain.. >> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in. Since >> everyone's here... should be safe." > > > "I should rather like to know where the blood came from," said > Pamela. "Cats do play with... string... What was in that bag?" > Marjorie returned with the scrap in hand. She handed it to Oswald. "Could... it's a black piece of fabric, but would you be able to figure out if there was somethin' on it? Like... grease? Or blood?" She looked around. "Maybe.. someone cut themselves getting the piece out." From jvstin at mindspring.com Sat Jan 8 13:07:23 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Sat Jan 8 13:07:32 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E01B37.5000904@textartisan.com> References: <000101c4f5a2$e99cc910$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <41E01848.6060202@elfworks.com> <41E01B37.5000904@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <41E0215B.6000904@mindspring.com> on 1/8/2005 11:41 AM Dorothea Salo said the following: >> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door >> the lounge. "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain.. >> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in. Since >> everyone's here... should be safe." James shook his head. "No, I will accompany you. None of us should be alone. Period." He hurried his steps so that he was soon beside Marjorie en route toward the service door. > > > "I should rather like to know where the blood came from," said > Pamela. "Cats do play with... string... What was in that bag?" > From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Sat Jan 8 13:50:05 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Sat Jan 8 13:50:07 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E0215B.6000904@mindspring.com> Message-ID: <20050108185005.46458.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com> --- "Jvstin(Mindspring)" wrote: > on 1/8/2005 11:41 AM Dorothea Salo said the following: > >> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door > >> the lounge. "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain.. > >> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in. Since > >> everyone's here... should be safe." > > James shook his head. "No, I will accompany you. None of us should > be > alone. Period." He hurried his steps so that he was soon beside > Marjorie en route toward the service door. > > > > > > > "I should rather like to know where the blood came from," said > > Pamela. "Cats do play with... string... What was in that bag?" Cyril regarded the rather ordinary-looking bag and his eyes narrowed. "Why would someone have considered that bag dangerous? Cats play with bags all the time. Unless that person knew what had been in the bag..." He left the thought hanging for the room to consider. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - 250MB free storage. Do more. Manage less. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 8 13:59:33 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 8 13:59:34 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) References: <000101c4f5a2$e99cc910$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <41E01848.6060202@elfworks.com><41E01B37.5000904@textartisan.com> <41E020F0.1040801@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <009501c4f5b4$3151f670$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door >>> the lounge. "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain.. >>> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in. Since >>> everyone's here... should be safe." >> >> >> "I should rather like to know where the blood came from," said >> Pamela. "Cats do play with... string... What was in that bag?" >> > > Marjorie returned with the scrap in hand. She handed it to Oswald. > "Could... it's a black piece of fabric, but would you be able to > figure out if there was somethin' on it? Like... grease? Or blood?" > She looked around. "Maybe.. someone cut themselves getting the > piece out." > "Perhaps," said Oswald. "But I think we can narrow our suspects down a little. "Who was actually present in the room when Fitzroy was poisoned?" "Lady Gower wasn't," said Lucinda. "Or Mrs Fitzroy ... or Mrs Evans. And Mr Davies and Mr Drake were downstairs by the front door. "The Wing-Commander, Mr Beaman and Miss Douglas all came in a little late ... perhaps just in time to poison Mr Fitzroy - if they acted quickly. Perhaps Lord Benwick, Miss Mauberley and Mr Barowenski - they came later. "Unless rthose people who weren't here had a way to poison the tea while they were out of the room ... I would think they're in the clear. And I know Mrs Beaman had the tea from Mrs Evans. But that would be a very imprecise way of killing someone ... and this is a killing done with some precision." She looked at her husand. "We could test for the blood on the paper bag ... and blood on the curtain." "The blood may have come later," said Oswald. "After the strangling ... several people had cuts or marks on their hands ... didn't they?" "We could also also see if anyone is carrying a knife that might have been used to cut the curtain," suggested Anton. "A pen knife ... or a ceremonial dagger." From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Sat Jan 8 14:06:47 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Sat Jan 8 14:06:47 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <009501c4f5b4$3151f670$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050108190647.24704.qmail@web20224.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > >>> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward > the service door > >>> the lounge. "I'll get the scrap of fabric from > the curtain.. > >>> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew > back in. Since > >>> everyone's here... should be safe." > >> > >> > >> "I should rather like to know where the blood > came from," said > >> Pamela. "Cats do play with... string... What was > in that bag?" > >> > > > > Marjorie returned with the scrap in hand. She > handed it to Oswald. > > "Could... it's a black piece of fabric, but would > you be able to > > figure out if there was somethin' on it? Like... > grease? Or blood?" > > She looked around. "Maybe.. someone cut > themselves getting the > > piece out." > > > > "Perhaps," said Oswald. "But I think we can narrow > our suspects down a > little. "Who was actually present in the room when > Fitzroy was poisoned?" > > "Lady Gower wasn't," said Lucinda. "Or Mrs Fitzroy > ... or Mrs Evans. And > Mr Davies and Mr Drake were downstairs by the front > door. > > "The Wing-Commander, Mr Beaman and Miss Douglas all > came in a little late > ... perhaps just in time to poison Mr Fitzroy - if > they acted quickly. > Perhaps Lord Benwick, Miss Mauberley and Mr > Barowenski - they came later. > > "Unless rthose people who weren't here had a way to > poison the tea while > they were out of the room ... I would think they're > in the clear. And I > know Mrs Beaman had the tea from Mrs Evans. But > that would be a very > imprecise way of killing someone ... and this is a > killing done with some > precision." She looked at her husand. > > "We could test for the blood on the paper bag ... > and blood on the curtain." > > "The blood may have come later," said Oswald. > "After the strangling ... > several people had cuts or marks on their hands ... > didn't they?" > > "We could also also see if anyone is carrying a > knife that might have been > used to cut the curtain," suggested Anton. "A pen > knife ... or a ceremonial > dagger." 'Wait a minute,' Nicola thought to herself. "He had a knife... and cuts on his hands," she said aloud slowly. Her gaze turned towards Lord Richard. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - You care about security. So do we. http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail From hmace at elfworks.com Sat Jan 8 15:33:24 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sat Jan 8 15:33:29 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E0215B.6000904@mindspring.com> References: <000101c4f5a2$e99cc910$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <41E01848.6060202@elfworks.com> <41E01B37.5000904@textartisan.com> <41E0215B.6000904@mindspring.com> Message-ID: <41E04394.1040205@elfworks.com> > >>> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door >>> the lounge. "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain.. >>> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in. Since >>> everyone's here... should be safe." > > > James shook his head. "No, I will accompany you. None of us should be > alone. Period." He hurried his steps so that he was soon beside > Marjorie en route toward the service door. > [It's perfectly fine that James went with Marjorie to retrieve the scrap I think...] From hmace at elfworks.com Sat Jan 8 15:39:14 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sat Jan 8 15:39:18 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <20050108190647.24704.qmail@web20224.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050108190647.24704.qmail@web20224.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41E044F2.6010702@elfworks.com> >>> >> >>"Perhaps," said Oswald. "But I think we can narrow >>our suspects down a >>little. "Who was actually present in the room when >>Fitzroy was poisoned?" >> >>"Lady Gower wasn't," said Lucinda. "Or Mrs Fitzroy >>... or Mrs Evans. And >>Mr Davies and Mr Drake were downstairs by the front >>door. >> >>"The Wing-Commander, Mr Beaman and Miss Douglas all >>came in a little late >>... perhaps just in time to poison Mr Fitzroy - if >>they acted quickly. >>Perhaps Lord Benwick, Miss Mauberley and Mr >>Barowenski - they came later. "And you and your husband just came in and were separating Fitzroy and Mrs. Rosen," Marjorie added. "So you didn't have a chance I think, either..." >>"Unless rthose people who weren't here had a way to >>poison the tea while >>they were out of the room ... I would think they're >>in the clear. And I >>know Mrs Beaman had the tea from Mrs Evans. But >>that would be a very >>imprecise way of killing someone ... and this is a >>killing done with some >>precision." She looked at her husand. >> >>"We could test for the blood on the paper bag ... >>and blood on the curtain." >> >>"The blood may have come later," said Oswald. >>"After the strangling ... >>several people had cuts or marks on their hands ... >>didn't they?" >> >>"We could also also see if anyone is carrying a >>knife that might have been >>used to cut the curtain," suggested Anton. "A pen >>knife ... or a ceremonial >>dagger." > > > 'Wait a minute,' Nicola thought to herself. "He had a > knife... and cuts on his hands," she said aloud > slowly. Her gaze turned towards Lord Richard. "Did anyone take sugar in their tea?" Marjorie asked. "Did Fitzroy?" From jvstin at mindspring.com Sat Jan 8 15:39:41 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Sat Jan 8 15:39:49 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E04394.1040205@elfworks.com> References: <000101c4f5a2$e99cc910$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <41E01848.6060202@elfworks.com> <41E01B37.5000904@textartisan.com> <41E0215B.6000904@mindspring.com> <41E04394.1040205@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <41E0450D.7060507@mindspring.com> on 1/8/2005 2:33 PM Heather Mace said the following: >> >>>> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door >>>> the lounge. "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain.. >>>> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in. Since >>>> everyone's here... should be safe." >> >> >> >> James shook his head. "No, I will accompany you. None of us should >> be alone. Period." He hurried his steps so that he was soon beside >> Marjorie en route toward the service door. >> > > [It's perfectly fine that James went with Marjorie to retrieve > the scrap I think...] > [Thank you. I wondered if the turn had never gotten to the list, since no one seemed to acknowledge it!] From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 8 16:37:35 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 8 16:37:45 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) References: <000101c4f5a2$e99cc910$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <41E01848.6060202@elfworks.com> <41E01B37.5000904@textartisan.com><41E0215B.6000904@mindspring.com> <41E04394.1040205@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <00cd01c4f5ca$44c0c720$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door >>>> the lounge. "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain.. >>>> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in. Since >>>> everyone's here... should be safe." >> >> >> James shook his head. "No, I will accompany you. None of us should be >> alone. Period." He hurried his steps so that he was soon beside >> Marjorie en route toward the service door. >> > > [It's perfectly fine that James went with Marjorie to retrieve > the scrap I think...] > [OOC - yes, that's fine] From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 8 16:44:08 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 8 16:44:08 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) References: <20050108190647.24704.qmail@web20224.mail.yahoo.com> <41E044F2.6010702@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <00dd01c4f5cb$2f213c50$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>"Perhaps," said Oswald. "But I think we can narrow >>>our suspects down a little. "Who was actually present in the room when >>>Fitzroy was poisoned?" >>> >>>"Lady Gower wasn't," said Lucinda. "Or Mrs Fitzroy >>>... or Mrs Evans. And Mr Davies and Mr Drake were downstairs by the >>>front >>>door. >>> >>>"The Wing-Commander, Mr Beaman and Miss Douglas all >>>came in a little late ... perhaps just in time to poison Mr Fitzroy - if >>>they acted quickly. Perhaps Lord Benwick, Miss Mauberley and Mr >>>Barowenski - they came later. > > "And you and your husband just came in and were > separating Fitzroy and Mrs. Rosen," Marjorie > added. "So you didn't have a chance I think, > either..." > "Which similarly rules out Mrs Rosen," said Oswald. "Unless she was acting as a deliberate diversion. And ... that seems unlikely." >>>"Unless those people who weren't here had a way to >>>poison the tea while they were out of the room ... I would think they're >>>in the clear. And I know Mrs Beaman had the tea from Mrs Evans. But >>>that would be a very imprecise way of killing someone ... and this is a >>>killing done with some precision." She looked at her husand. >>> >>>"We could test for the blood on the paper bag ... >>>and blood on the curtain." >>> >>>"The blood may have come later," said Oswald. "After the strangling ... >>>several people had cuts or marks on their hands ... >>>didn't they?" >>> >>>"We could also also see if anyone is carrying a >>>knife that might have been used to cut the curtain," suggested Anton. "A >>>pen >>>knife ... or a ceremonial dagger." >> >> >> 'Wait a minute,' Nicola thought to herself. "He had a >> knife... and cuts on his hands," she said aloud >> slowly. Her gaze turned towards Lord Richard. > > "Did anyone take sugar in their tea?" Marjorie asked. > "Did Fitzroy?" > "No," said Esme. "He never did. "But I do ... " "I think the poison was placed directly in the cup," said Oswald. "Anything else would have been too chancy." From hmace at elfworks.com Sat Jan 8 17:09:49 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sat Jan 8 17:09:03 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <00dd01c4f5cb$2f213c50$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <20050108190647.24704.qmail@web20224.mail.yahoo.com> <41E044F2.6010702@elfworks.com> <00dd01c4f5cb$2f213c50$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41E05A2D.6070201@elfworks.com> >>>> >>>> "We could test for the blood on the paper bag ... >>>> and blood on the curtain." >>>> >>>> "The blood may have come later," said Oswald. "After the strangling >>>> ... several people had cuts or marks on their hands ... >>>> didn't they?" >>>> >>>> "We could also also see if anyone is carrying a >>>> knife that might have been used to cut the curtain," suggested >>>> Anton. "A pen >>>> knife ... or a ceremonial dagger." >>> >>> >>> >>> 'Wait a minute,' Nicola thought to herself. "He had a >>> knife... and cuts on his hands," she said aloud >>> slowly. Her gaze turned towards Lord Richard. >> >> >> "Did anyone take sugar in their tea?" Marjorie asked. >> "Did Fitzroy?" >> > > "No," said Esme. "He never did. "But I do ... " > > "I think the poison was placed directly in the cup," said Oswald. > "Anything else would have been too chancy." Marjorie looked around. "Well... It was me, Mrs. Rosen, Mr. Powell, Lady Pamela, Mrs. Beaman, Mr. Worthington and Miss Nicola here with Mr. Fitzroy." "Now... Mrs. Beaman was in the lounge when the lights out happened. At least I think that's who it sounded like. And I remember Miss Nicola helping her up. At least it sounded like her. Mrs. Beaman did send Mr. Beaman back to their rooms before the lights out. And I suggested someone should tell Mr. Anton about the UXB. I was still at the bar when I said that, too. Right?" From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sat Jan 8 17:28:39 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sat Jan 8 17:28:52 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E05A2D.6070201@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <000501c4f5d1$6a1cd160$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > "Now... Mrs. Beaman was in the lounge when the lights out > happened. At least I think that's who it sounded like. And I > remember Miss Nicola helping her up. At least it sounded > like her. Mrs. Beaman did send Mr. Beaman back to their > rooms before the lights out. And I suggested someone should > tell Mr. Anton about the UXB. I was still at the bar when I > said that, too. Right?" "Right, I remember that," Philip nodded. "At least, that sounded like it was where you were." From hmace at elfworks.com Sat Jan 8 18:30:11 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sat Jan 8 18:29:25 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <000501c4f5d1$6a1cd160$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <000501c4f5d1$6a1cd160$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41E06D03.1000004@elfworks.com> >>"Now... Mrs. Beaman was in the lounge when the lights out >>happened. At least I think that's who it sounded like. And I >>remember Miss Nicola helping her up. At least it sounded >>like her. Mrs. Beaman did send Mr. Beaman back to their >>rooms before the lights out. And I suggested someone should >>tell Mr. Anton about the UXB. I was still at the bar when I >>said that, too. Right?" > > > "Right, I remember that," Philip nodded. "At least, that sounded like it was > where you were." "Now I don't think Mr. Worthington could've done it... cause he can't move too well 'cause of his knee. We'd've heard him in the dark... right?" Marjorie asked the room. "and he was sittin' on the stool next to me when there was lights out, and he was still there when the lights came back on." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 8 21:12:26 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 8 21:12:24 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) References: <000501c4f5d1$6a1cd160$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <41E06D03.1000004@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <019401c4f5f0$aa1251e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>"Now... Mrs. Beaman was in the lounge when the lights out happened. At >>>least I think that's who it sounded like. And I remember Miss Nicola >>>helping her up. At least it sounded like her. Mrs. Beaman did send Mr. >>>Beaman back to their rooms before the lights out. And I suggested >>>someone should tell Mr. Anton about the UXB. I was still at the bar when >>>I said that, too. Right?" >> >> >> "Right, I remember that," Philip nodded. "At least, that sounded like it >> was >> where you were." > > "Now I don't think Mr. Worthington could've done it... > cause he can't move too well 'cause of his knee. We'd've > heard him in the dark... right?" Marjorie asked the room. > "and he was sittin' on the stool next to me when there was > lights out, and he was still there when the lights came > back on." > "And Miss Douglas gave her toast as well," said Lucinda. "She was here ... " "It's a diagram," said Anton suddenly. "That is what you should have. WHo was here for the first murder ... and for the second." From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sat Jan 8 21:14:28 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sat Jan 8 21:14:33 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <019401c4f5f0$aa1251e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <000801c4f5f0$f5a390b0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > "It's a diagram," said Anton suddenly. "That is what you > should have. Who was here for the first murder ... and for > the second." "But if there were two different killers," Philip said thoughtfully, "you might be eliminating one or both of the real murderers. Perhaps two people were working together...or perhaps someone took advantage of the first murder to commit a second one, hoping that the first murderer would take the blame for both crimes." From hmace at elfworks.com Sat Jan 8 21:34:09 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sat Jan 8 21:33:46 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <000801c4f5f0$f5a390b0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <000801c4f5f0$f5a390b0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41E09821.1060806@elfworks.com> > > "But if there were two different killers," Philip said thoughtfully, "you > might be eliminating one or both of the real murderers. Perhaps two people > were working together...or perhaps someone took advantage of the first > murder to commit a second one, hoping that the first murderer would take the > blame for both crimes." "Or... one murderer trying to confuse the issue," Marjorie countered, looking at Philip. "Cause if Lucinda remembers hearing Miss Douglas' toast, that means.. it was most likely you, Mr. Powell, or Lady Pamela... cause I remember hearin' the others in the lounge in the dark. And... you were holdin' the tea cups... and you're an officer..." "And wasn't Miss Diamond pregnant by an officer?" she asked the room hesitantly while continuing to watch Philip. "He's an officer. And he says he heard me in the lounge, but I didn't hear him." "Maybe... someone should check Mr. Powell's pockets for a knife or something that could hold poison?" she suggested. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sat Jan 8 21:55:04 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sat Jan 8 21:55:09 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E09821.1060806@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <001001c4f5f6$a2106580$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > "And wasn't Miss Diamond pregnant by an officer?" she asked > the room hesitantly while continuing to watch Philip. "He's > an officer. And he says he heard me in the lounge, but I > didn't hear him." "I would be surprised if you had, madam, since I didn't *say* anything until I offered to go downstairs and meet the Warden," Philip replied, somewhat testily. "And I believe that the identity of Miss Diamond's...lover...is a matter of hearsay and nothing more. Even if it's true, there are a number of officers here, and I daresay more than a few others in London. Even if we assume that the rumor is correct, *and* that that was the motive for her murder -- which is by no means given, as you yourself have pointed out -- that hardly points a finger at me alone." > "Maybe... someone should check Mr. Powell's pockets for a > knife or something that could hold poison?" she suggested. "I'll save you the trouble," Philip snapped. Reaching into his left-hand trouser pocket, he pulled out a small and ordinary-looking penknife, along with a wallet, a few loose coins and a set of keys, and dumped the lot onto a nearby table. He then turned the pocket inside-out to prove that it was empty, then reached awkwardly across to do the same thing, left-handed, with his (empty) right-hand trouser pocket. "And, Miss...Higgins, is it?" He gestured towards Marjorie with his mangled and bandaged right hand. "If you can think of a way to strangle someone one-handed, do please let me know. There are so few things I can do with just the one hand, after all." From rmpruehs at cac.net Sat Jan 8 21:54:43 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Sat Jan 8 21:56:41 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <000801c4f5f0$f5a390b0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <019401c4f5f0$aa1251e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <000801c4f5f0$f5a390b0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050108215359.046605f8@mail.cac.net> At 09:14 PM 1/8/2005, you wrote: > > "It's a diagram," said Anton suddenly. "That is what you > > should have. Who was here for the first murder ... and for > > the second." > >"But if there were two different killers," Philip said thoughtfully, "you >might be eliminating one or both of the real murderers. Perhaps two people >were working together...or perhaps someone took advantage of the first >murder to commit a second one, hoping that the first murderer would take the >blame for both crimes." Vangie made an incoherent but derisive noise. [ooc: I'm sorry. I'm a little lost on the exact sequence of events since Vangie was brought back upstairs, which is why I haven't posted much.] From hmace at elfworks.com Sat Jan 8 23:12:40 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sat Jan 8 23:12:22 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <001001c4f5f6$a2106580$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <001001c4f5f6$a2106580$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41E0AF38.6090707@elfworks.com> >>"And wasn't Miss Diamond pregnant by an officer?" she asked >>the room hesitantly while continuing to watch Philip. "He's >>an officer. And he says he heard me in the lounge, but I >>didn't hear him." > > > "I would be surprised if you had, madam, since I didn't *say* anything until > I offered to go downstairs and meet the Warden," Philip replied, somewhat > testily. "And I believe that the identity of Miss Diamond's...lover...is a > matter of hearsay and nothing more. Even if it's true, there are a number of > officers here, and I daresay more than a few others in London. Even if we > assume that the rumor is correct, *and* that that was the motive for her > murder -- which is by no means given, as you yourself have pointed out -- > that hardly points a finger at me alone." > > >>"Maybe... someone should check Mr. Powell's pockets for a >>knife or something that could hold poison?" she suggested. > > > "I'll save you the trouble," Philip snapped. Reaching into his left-hand > trouser pocket, he pulled out a small and ordinary-looking penknife, along > with a wallet, a few loose coins and a set of keys, and dumped the lot onto > a nearby table. He then turned the pocket inside-out to prove that it was > empty, then reached awkwardly across to do the same thing, left-handed, with > his (empty) right-hand trouser pocket. > > "And, Miss...Higgins, is it?" He gestured towards Marjorie with his mangled > and bandaged right hand. "If you can think of a way to strangle someone > one-handed, do please let me know. There are so few things I can do with > just the one hand, after all." Marjorie frowned, thought for a moment. Then said slowly "You were at the bar... at the same time Miss Diamond came back for a drink. You even came around behind to serve yourself... maybe... sleeping pills.. in her drink... Then it wouldn't've been hard at all to kill her later, even with a bad hand, eh?" From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sat Jan 8 23:53:41 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sat Jan 8 23:53:45 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E0AF38.6090707@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <001e01c4f607$338eff70$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > Marjorie frowned, thought for a moment. Then said slowly > "You were at the bar... at the same time Miss Diamond > came back for a drink. You even came around behind to > serve yourself... maybe... sleeping pills.. in her drink... > Then it wouldn't've been hard at all to kill her later, even > with a bad hand, eh?" "Certainly!" barked Philip, his voice rising with each sentence. "I put sleeping pills -- which I *always* carry in case I need to murder someone -- in the woman's drink, because I *knew* she would wander off to Mr. Barowenski's apartment, *and* that Mr. Barowenski wouldn't actually be playing the piano at the time, *and* that there would be a blackout which would give me enough time to slip across, find her in the darkness, strangle her -- with one end of the wire clenched in my teeth, no doubt -- and then come back in time to meet the warden." Philip released a short, angry laugh. "This is ludicrous! If we're allowed to conjure up sleeping pills and God knows what else out of thin air, I can write a scenario that will make any of us look like a murderer -- and two for you, Miss Higgins. But I think we'd be much better served if we stick to the facts, few as they may be. Shall we?" From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Sun Jan 9 00:12:02 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Sun Jan 9 00:12:06 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <001e01c4f607$338eff70$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <20050109051202.27365.qmail@web20228.mail.yahoo.com> --- Brian Schoner wrote: > > Marjorie frowned, thought for a moment. Then said > slowly > > "You were at the bar... at the same time Miss > Diamond > > came back for a drink. You even came around > behind to > > serve yourself... maybe... sleeping pills.. in her > drink... > > Then it wouldn't've been hard at all to kill her > later, even > > with a bad hand, eh?" > > "Certainly!" barked Philip, his voice rising with > each sentence. "I put > sleeping pills -- which I *always* carry in case I > need to murder someone > -- in the woman's drink, because I *knew* she would > wander off to Mr. > Barowenski's apartment, *and* that Mr. Barowenski > wouldn't actually be > playing the piano at the time, *and* that there > would be a blackout which > would give me enough time to slip across, find her > in the darkness, strangle > her -- with one end of the wire clenched in my > teeth, no doubt -- and then > come back in time to meet the warden." Philip > released a short, angry laugh. > "This is ludicrous! If we're allowed to conjure up > sleeping pills and God > knows what else out of thin air, I can write a > scenario that will make any > of us look like a murderer -- and two for you, Miss > Higgins. But I think > we'd be much better served if we stick to the facts, > few as they may be. > Shall we?" "Oh, my goodness, of course. That's it!" Nicola said. "Stick to it- stick together, stuck together!" __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The all-new My Yahoo! - What will yours do? http://my.yahoo.com From hmace at elfworks.com Sun Jan 9 01:01:01 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sun Jan 9 01:00:32 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <20050109051202.27365.qmail@web20228.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050109051202.27365.qmail@web20228.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41E0C89D.2040109@elfworks.com> >> >>"Certainly!" barked Philip, his voice rising with >>each sentence. "I put >>sleeping pills -- which I *always* carry in case I >>need to murder someone >>-- in the woman's drink, because I *knew* she would >>wander off to Mr. >>Barowenski's apartment, *and* that Mr. Barowenski >>wouldn't actually be >>playing the piano at the time, *and* that there >>would be a blackout which >>would give me enough time to slip across, find her >>in the darkness, strangle >>her -- with one end of the wire clenched in my >>teeth, no doubt -- and then >>come back in time to meet the warden." Philip >>released a short, angry laugh. >>"This is ludicrous! If we're allowed to conjure up >>sleeping pills and God >>knows what else out of thin air, I can write a >>scenario that will make any >>of us look like a murderer -- and two for you, Miss >>Higgins. But I think >>we'd be much better served if we stick to the facts, >>few as they may be. >>Shall we?" > > > "Oh, my goodness, of course. That's it!" Nicola said. > "Stick to it- stick together, stuck together!" Marjorie had opened her mouth to answer Philip when Nicola suddenly interjected. "What are you talking about?" she asked Nicola, astonished. From jjkatalenic at yahoo.com Sun Jan 9 01:16:57 2005 From: jjkatalenic at yahoo.com (Jonathan Katalenic) Date: Sun Jan 9 01:16:58 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E0C89D.2040109@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <20050109061657.98248.qmail@web20226.mail.yahoo.com> >> >>"Certainly!" barked Philip, his voice rising with >>each sentence. "I put >>sleeping pills -- which I *always* carry in case I >>need to murder someone >>-- in the woman's drink, because I *knew* she would >>wander off to Mr. >>Barowenski's apartment, *and* that Mr. Barowenski >>wouldn't actually be >>playing the piano at the time, *and* that there >>would be a blackout which >>would give me enough time to slip across, find her >>in the darkness, strangle >>her -- with one end of the wire clenched in my >>teeth, no doubt -- and then >>come back in time to meet the warden." Philip >>released a short, angry laugh. >>"This is ludicrous! If we're allowed to conjure up >>sleeping pills and God >>knows what else out of thin air, I can write a >>scenario that will make any >>of us look like a murderer -- and two for you, Miss >>Higgins. But I think >>we'd be much better served if we stick to the facts, >>few as they may be. >>Shall we?" > > > "Oh, my goodness, of course. That's it!" Nicola said. > "Stick to it- stick together, stuck together!" Marjorie had opened her mouth to answer Philip when Nicola suddenly interjected. "What are you talking about?" she asked Nicola, astonished. Nicola turned to Marjorie and began to speak, "During the party, right before the blackout, we were all in our little clumps. Some of us were by the bar, some were toasting and some were off in the corner sulking. When the lights went out, we all wandered just a little, trying to make our way around the room comfortably, but certainly nobody was going to go traipsing through a strange flat in the dark- there was too much risk of falling over something or bumping into somebody, correct?" She continued, "So when the lights came back on, most of us were, for better or worse, pretty near to the people we were close to when the lights came back on. I was in a group with Lady Pamela, Lord Richard and Mr. Drake," she said, pointing each out in turn. "Lady Pamela was there and Mr. Drake was there, but Lord Richard was not. He was out of the room and he didn't come back in until a few minutes later, after Mr. Barowenski came in and announced that Nola had been killed. He had a cut on his hand and he'd wrapped it in gauze." Her speech became quicker and her manner more flustered, "He said that he'd cut it on his pocketknife while going in his pocket for his lighter. And I didn't think anything of it at the time, but later I realized- why didn't we hear him cry out? If you were reaching in the dark for something and suddenly cut yourself, you'd certainly make a noise or two, but we didn't hear anything. So either he was out of the room when he cut his hand on the pocketknife, which, like I said earlier, makes no sense because there would be no reason to go wandering around a strange flat in the dark... or he cut his hand in a different way." __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Read only the mail you want - Yahoo! Mail SpamGuard. http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail From hmace at elfworks.com Sun Jan 9 01:27:46 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sun Jan 9 01:27:14 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <20050109061657.98248.qmail@web20226.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050109061657.98248.qmail@web20226.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41E0CEE2.4080304@elfworks.com> >> >>"Oh, my goodness, of course. That's it!" Nicola > > said. > >>"Stick to it- stick together, stuck together!" > > > Marjorie had opened her mouth to answer Philip when > Nicola suddenly interjected. "What are you talking > about?" she asked Nicola, astonished. > > Nicola turned to Marjorie and began to speak, "During > the party, right before the blackout, we were all in > our little clumps. Some of us were by the bar, some > were toasting and some were off in the corner sulking. > When the lights went out, we all wandered just a > little, trying to make our way around the room > comfortably, but certainly nobody was going to go > traipsing through a strange flat in the dark- there > was too much risk of falling over something or bumping > into somebody, correct?" > > She continued, "So when the lights came back on, most > of us were, for better or worse, pretty near to the > people we were close to when the lights came back on. > I was in a group with Lady Pamela, Lord Richard and > Mr. Drake," she said, pointing each out in turn. "Lady > Pamela was there and Mr. Drake was there, but Lord > Richard was not. He was out of the room and he didn't > come back in until a few minutes later, after Mr. > Barowenski came in and announced that Nola had been > killed. He had a cut on his hand and he'd wrapped it > in gauze." > > Her speech became quicker and her manner more > flustered, "He said that he'd cut it on his > pocketknife while going in his pocket for his lighter. > And I didn't think anything of it at the time, but > later I realized- why didn't we hear him cry out? If > you were reaching in the dark for something and > suddenly cut yourself, you'd certainly make a noise or > two, but we didn't hear anything. So either he was out > of the room when he cut his hand on the pocketknife, > which, like I said earlier, makes no sense because > there would be no reason to go wandering around a > strange flat in the dark... or he cut his hand in a > different way." "But he wasn't 'ere before Fitzroy was poisoned," Marjorie protested. "He showed up after Mr. and Mrs. Skeffinton-Nottle. At least... I think he did... I think it was actually after Fitzroy left to go to the bathroom." From hmace at elfworks.com Sun Jan 9 02:09:20 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sun Jan 9 02:08:40 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <36.69c837e0.2f122ff3@aol.com> References: <36.69c837e0.2f122ff3@aol.com> Message-ID: <41E0D8A0.9080902@elfworks.com> Mrfury28@aol.com wrote: > > "But he wasn't 'ere before Fitzroy was poisoned," Marjorie protested. > "He showed up after Mr. and Mrs. Skeffinton-Nottle. At least... I think > he did... I think it was actually after Fitzroy left to go to the > bathroom." > > "Well, what about this bag?" Hodges asked. "Mr. Fitzroy was poisoned > and the ladies say it was arsenic. No one asked me for any arsenic from > the stores. This bag is like one what come from a pharmacy - where one > might buy arsenic. If we find out where Sweetie got the bag, that might > identify the murderer," From hmace at elfworks.com Sun Jan 9 02:38:22 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sun Jan 9 02:37:45 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E0D8A0.9080902@elfworks.com> References: <36.69c837e0.2f122ff3@aol.com> <41E0D8A0.9080902@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com> > >> "But he wasn't 'ere before Fitzroy was poisoned," Marjorie protested. >> "He showed up after Mr. and Mrs. Skeffinton-Nottle. At least... I >> think he did... I think it was actually after Fitzroy left to go to >> the bathroom." > > > > >> "Well, what about this bag?" Hodges asked. "Mr. Fitzroy was poisoned >> and the ladies say it was arsenic. No one asked me for any arsenic >> from the stores. This bag is like one what come from a pharmacy - >> where one might buy arsenic. If we find out where Sweetie got the >> bag, that might identify the murderer," "So... if Sweetie had it, and Mrs. Evan's kept Sweetie locked up, doesn't that mean Sweetie had to find it somewhere in Mrs. Evan's apartment?" Marjorie asked even as she gave Philip a suspicious look. "Like where Mr. Philip lives right now?" From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Sun Jan 9 07:57:53 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Sun Jan 9 07:57:56 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> --- Heather Mace wrote: > > > >> "But he wasn't 'ere before Fitzroy was poisoned," Marjorie > protested. > >> "He showed up after Mr. and Mrs. Skeffinton-Nottle. At least... I > > >> think he did... I think it was actually after Fitzroy left to go > to > >> the bathroom." > > > > > > > > >> "Well, what about this bag?" Hodges asked. "Mr. Fitzroy was > poisoned > >> and the ladies say it was arsenic. No one asked me for any > arsenic > >> from the stores. This bag is like one what come from a pharmacy - > > >> where one might buy arsenic. If we find out where Sweetie got the > > >> bag, that might identify the murderer," > > "So... if Sweetie had it, and Mrs. Evan's kept Sweetie > locked up, doesn't that mean Sweetie had to find it > somewhere in Mrs. Evan's apartment?" Marjorie asked > even as she gave Philip a suspicious look. "Like > where Mr. Philip lives right now?" "And Mrs. Evans seemed to think the bag was dangerous for Sweetie to play with," Cyril pointed out. "Wouldn't that indicate that she might have known what was in it?" __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sun Jan 9 10:35:22 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sun Jan 9 10:35:26 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <20050109061657.98248.qmail@web20226.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <002801c4f660$d7f641f0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > Her speech became quicker and her manner more > flustered, "He said that he'd cut it on his > pocketknife while going in his pocket for his lighter. > And I didn't think anything of it at the time, but > later I realized- why didn't we hear him cry out? If > you were reaching in the dark for something and > suddenly cut yourself, you'd certainly make a noise or > two, but we didn't hear anything. So either he was out > of the room when he cut his hand on the pocketknife, > which, like I said earlier, makes no sense because > there would be no reason to go wandering around a > strange flat in the dark... or he cut his hand in a > different way." "It's a poor pocketknife that comes open in one's pocket," Philip noted. "And where, exactly, did you find the gauze to wrap it with in the dark, Lord Richard?" From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sun Jan 9 10:40:31 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sun Jan 9 10:40:35 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <002901c4f661$9042e420$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > > "So... if Sweetie had it, and Mrs. Evan's kept Sweetie > > locked up, doesn't that mean Sweetie had to find it > > somewhere in Mrs. Evan's apartment?" Marjorie asked > > even as she gave Philip a suspicious look. "Like > > where Mr. Philip lives right now?" "You mean my room -- the room that the cat isn't allowed to enter?" Philip snapped back. "The only thing I need to get from the pharmacy are the pain pills for my hand, and I never bother with the bag. > "And Mrs. Evans seemed to think the bag was dangerous for > Sweetie to play with," Cyril pointed out. "Wouldn't that > indicate that she might have known what was in it?" "She's already said that there was rat poison in it," Philip pointed out. "Though presumably she wouldn't *need* rat poison with Sweetie here...and if the poison was still in its bag, it was probably bought after the cat got here. I wonder why?" From rmpruehs at cac.net Sun Jan 9 10:41:26 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Sun Jan 9 10:41:49 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com> <20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net> At 07:57 AM 1/9/2005, you wrote: >--- Heather Mace wrote: > > > > > > >> "But he wasn't 'ere before Fitzroy was poisoned," Marjorie > > protested. > > >> "He showed up after Mr. and Mrs. Skeffinton-Nottle. At least... I > > > > >> think he did... I think it was actually after Fitzroy left to go > > to > > >> the bathroom." > > > > > > > > > > > > >> "Well, what about this bag?" Hodges asked. "Mr. Fitzroy was > > poisoned > > >> and the ladies say it was arsenic. No one asked me for any > > arsenic > > >> from the stores. This bag is like one what come from a pharmacy - > > > > >> where one might buy arsenic. If we find out where Sweetie got the > > > > >> bag, that might identify the murderer," > > > > "So... if Sweetie had it, and Mrs. Evan's kept Sweetie > > locked up, doesn't that mean Sweetie had to find it > > somewhere in Mrs. Evan's apartment?" Marjorie asked > > even as she gave Philip a suspicious look. "Like > > where Mr. Philip lives right now?" > >"And Mrs. Evans seemed to think the bag was dangerous for Sweetie to >play with," Cyril pointed out. "Wouldn't that indicate that she might >have known what was in it?" "Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them, "I =am= right here to be asked." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Jan 9 10:55:50 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Jan 9 10:55:56 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com><20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <00ce01c4f663$b13719b0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > >> "Well, what about this bag?" Hodges asked. "Mr. Fitzroy was >> > poisoned >> > >> and the ladies say it was arsenic. No one asked me for any >> > arsenic >> > >> from the stores. This bag is like one what come from a pharmacy - >> > >> > >> where one might buy arsenic. If we find out where Sweetie got the >> > >> > >> bag, that might identify the murderer," >> > >> > "So... if Sweetie had it, and Mrs. Evan's kept Sweetie >> > locked up, doesn't that mean Sweetie had to find it >> > somewhere in Mrs. Evan's apartment?" Marjorie asked >> > even as she gave Philip a suspicious look. "Like >> > where Mr. Philip lives right now?" >> >>"And Mrs. Evans seemed to think the bag was dangerous for Sweetie to >>play with," Cyril pointed out. "Wouldn't that indicate that she might >>have known what was in it?" > > "Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them, "I > =am= right here to be asked." "Then perhaps," said Oswald, "you could tell us all about this arsenic, Mrs Evans. And why you think your nephew might have taken it." From dorothea at textartisan.com Sun Jan 9 10:57:44 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Sun Jan 9 10:59:58 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net> References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com> <20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <41E15478.1060604@textartisan.com> > "Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them, "I > =am= right here to be asked." "Indeed, how terribly rude of us," Pamela interposed smoothly. "What was in the bag, Mrs. Evans, and why has it got blood on it? And as long as we're asking questions of everyone -- did you kill Miss Diamond? Did you poison Mr. Fitzroy?" From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Jan 9 11:06:41 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Jan 9 11:06:40 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com> <20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com><6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net> <41E15478.1060604@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <00d401c4f665$34f640e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> "Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them, "I >> =am= right here to be asked." > > "Indeed, how terribly rude of us," Pamela interposed smoothly. "What was > in the bag, Mrs. Evans, and why has it got blood on it? And as long as > we're asking questions of everyone -- did you kill Miss Diamond? Did you > poison Mr. Fitzroy?" > "Or perhaps," said Lucinda slowly, "you've actually poisoned someone else entirely." From rmpruehs at cac.net Sun Jan 9 12:41:25 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Sun Jan 9 12:41:59 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <00d401c4f665$34f640e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com> <20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net> <41E15478.1060604@textartisan.com> <00d401c4f665$34f640e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050109123806.049136c8@mail.cac.net> At 11:06 AM 1/9/2005, you wrote: >>>"Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them, "I >>>=am= right here to be asked." >> >>"Indeed, how terribly rude of us," Pamela interposed smoothly. "What was >>in the bag, Mrs. Evans, and why has it got blood on it? And as long as >>we're asking questions of everyone -- did you kill Miss Diamond? Did you >>poison Mr. Fitzroy?" > >"Or perhaps," said Lucinda slowly, "you've actually poisoned someone else >entirely." Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as though Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie turned to Esme. "You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you, don't you Mrs. Fitzroy? ...do you remember me? Of course, it's been some years...from your days at the chemist's." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Jan 9 13:24:02 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Jan 9 13:24:16 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com><20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com><6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net><41E15478.1060604@textartisan.com><00d401c4f665$34f640e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109123806.049136c8@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <00fe01c4f678$66763db0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>>"Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them, "I >>>>=am= right here to be asked." >>> >>>"Indeed, how terribly rude of us," Pamela interposed smoothly. "What was >>>in the bag, Mrs. Evans, and why has it got blood on it? And as long as >>>we're asking questions of everyone -- did you kill Miss Diamond? Did you >>>poison Mr. Fitzroy?" >> >>"Or perhaps," said Lucinda slowly, "you've actually poisoned someone else >>entirely." > > Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as though > Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie turned to > Esme. "You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you, don't you Mrs. > Fitzroy? ..do you remember me? Of course, it's been some years...from your > days at the chemist's." Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed. "I ... I did. I worked in Boots, before I was married. But ... how do you know that?" From rmpruehs at cac.net Sun Jan 9 13:27:23 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Sun Jan 9 13:27:43 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <00fe01c4f678$66763db0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com> <20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net> <41E15478.1060604@textartisan.com> <00d401c4f665$34f640e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109123806.049136c8@mail.cac.net> <00fe01c4f678$66763db0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050109132657.0293ab40@mail.cac.net> >>>>>"Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them, >>>>>"I =am= right here to be asked." >>>> >>>>"Indeed, how terribly rude of us," Pamela interposed smoothly. "What >>>>was in the bag, Mrs. Evans, and why has it got blood on it? And as long >>>>as we're asking questions of everyone -- did you kill Miss Diamond? Did >>>>you poison Mr. Fitzroy?" >>> >>>"Or perhaps," said Lucinda slowly, "you've actually poisoned someone >>>else entirely." >> >>Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as though >>Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie turned to >>Esme. "You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you, don't you Mrs. >>Fitzroy? ..do you remember me? Of course, it's been some years...from >>your days at the chemist's." > >Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed. > >"I ... I did. I worked in Boots, before I was married. But ... how do >you know that?" "Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers of the time." From jvstin at mindspring.com Sun Jan 9 13:38:48 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Sun Jan 9 13:38:54 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <6.2.0.14.0.20050109132657.0293ab40@mail.cac.net> References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com> <20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net> <41E15478.1060604@textartisan.com> <00d401c4f665$34f640e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109123806.049136c8@mail.cac.net> <00fe01c4f678$66763db0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109132657.0293ab40@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <41E17A38.7090003@mindspring.com> on 1/9/2005 12:27 PM Ree Moorhead Pruehs said the following: > >>>>>> "Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of >>>>>> them, "I =am= right here to be asked." >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> "Indeed, how terribly rude of us," Pamela interposed smoothly. >>>>> "What was in the bag, Mrs. Evans, and why has it got blood on it? >>>>> And as long as we're asking questions of everyone -- did you kill >>>>> Miss Diamond? Did you poison Mr. Fitzroy?" >>>> >>>> >>>> "Or perhaps," said Lucinda slowly, "you've actually poisoned someone >>>> else entirely." >>> >>> >>> Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as though >>> Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie turned to >>> Esme. "You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you, don't you >>> Mrs. Fitzroy? ..do you remember me? Of course, it's been some >>> years...from your days at the chemist's." >> >> >> Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed. >> >> "I ... I did. I worked in Boots, before I was married. But ... how >> do you know that?" > > > "Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers of > the time." > "Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned toward Esme inquisitively. From hmace at elfworks.com Sun Jan 9 14:43:55 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sun Jan 9 14:43:57 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E17A38.7090003@mindspring.com> References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com> <20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net> <41E15478.1060604@textartisan.com> <00d401c4f665$34f640e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109123806.049136c8@mail.cac.net> <00fe01c4f678$66763db0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109132657.0293ab40@mail.cac.net> <41E17A38.7090003@mindspring.com> Message-ID: <41E1897B.6070003@elfworks.com> >>>> >>>> >>>> Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as >>>> though Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie >>>> turned to Esme. "You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you, >>>> don't you Mrs. Fitzroy? ..do you remember me? Of course, it's been >>>> some years...from your days at the chemist's." >>> >>> >>> >>> Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed. >>> >>> "I ... I did. I worked in Boots, before I was married. But ... how >>> do you know that?" >> >> >> >> "Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers >> of the time." >> > > "Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned > toward Esme inquisitively. "What does this have to do with the white bag?" Marjorie asked, giving Mrs. Evans a confused look. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Jan 9 15:02:28 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Jan 9 15:02:27 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com> <20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net> <41E15478.1060604@textartisan.com> <00d401c4f665$34f640e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109123806.049136c8@mail.cac.net> <00fe01c4f678$66763db0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050109132657.0293ab40@mail.cac.net> <41E17A38.7090003@mindspring.com> Message-ID: <012e01c4f686$25e483c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>> Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as though >>>> Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie turned to >>>> Esme. "You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you, don't you >>>> Mrs. Fitzroy? ..do you remember me? Of course, it's been some >>>> years...from your days at the chemist's." >>> >>> >>> Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed. >>> >>> "I ... I did. I worked in Boots, before I was married. But ... how do >>> you know that?" >> >> >> "Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers of >> the time." >> > > "Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned toward > Esme inquisitively. > Esme was sitting quite still, her hands pressed to her mouth, her eyes round with horror. "Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans." From rmpruehs at cac.net Sun Jan 9 16:56:17 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Sun Jan 9 16:56:39 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <012e01c4f686$25e483c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com> <20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net> <41E15478.1060604@textartisan.com> <00d401c4f665$34f640e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109123806.049136c8@mail.cac.net> <00fe01c4f678$66763db0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109132657.0293ab40@mail.cac.net> <41E17A38.7090003@mindspring.com> <012e01c4f686$25e483c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050109165302.04b9f208@mail.cac.net> >>>>>Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as though >>>>>Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie turned to >>>>>Esme. "You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you, don't you >>>>>Mrs. Fitzroy? ..do you remember me? Of course, it's been some >>>>>years...from your days at the chemist's." >>>> >>>>Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed. >>>> >>>>"I ... I did. I worked in Boots, before I was married. But ... how do >>>>you know that?" >>> >>>"Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers of >>>the time." >> >>"Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned >>toward Esme inquisitively. > >Esme was sitting quite still, her hands pressed to her mouth, her eyes >round with horror. > >"Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans." Vangie shrugged. "It was known," she said quietly, "that women in need of help....certain kinds of..." She took a deep breath. "That women who were expecting who didn't wish to be expecting, could go to a certain chemist, and...not expect a great deal of trouble about the poisons register." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Jan 9 18:06:45 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Jan 9 18:06:40 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com><20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com><6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net><41E15478.1060604@textartisan.com><00d401c4f665$34f640e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050109123806.049136c8@mail.cac.net><00fe01c4f678$66763db0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050109132657.0293ab40@mail.cac.net><41E17A38.7090003@mindspring.com><012e01c4f686$25e483c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109165302.04b9f208@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <019d01c4f69f$e40aea10$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>>>>Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed. >>>>> >>>>>"I ... I did. I worked in Boots, before I was married. But ... how do >>>>>you know that?" >>>> >>>>"Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers of >>>>the time." >>> >>>"Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned >>>toward Esme inquisitively. >> >>Esme was sitting quite still, her hands pressed to her mouth, her eyes >>round with horror. >> >>"Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans." > > Vangie shrugged. "It was known," she said quietly, "that women in need of > help....certain kinds of..." She took a deep breath. "That women who were > expecting who didn't wish to be expecting, could go to a certain chemist, > and...not expect a great deal of trouble about the poisons register." "It was you," breathed Esme. "You wanted to buy arsenic ... I told you it wouldn't work ... not for that ... " From hmace at elfworks.com Sun Jan 9 18:37:54 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sun Jan 9 18:37:56 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <019d01c4f69f$e40aea10$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com><20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com><6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net><41E15478.1060604@textartisan.com><00d401c4f665$34f640e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050109123806.049136c8@mail.cac.net><00fe01c4f678$66763db0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050109132657.0293ab40@mail.cac.net><41E17A38.7090003@mindspring.com><012e01c4f686$25e483c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109165302.04b9f208@mail.cac.net> <019d01c4f69f$e40aea10$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41E1C052.7040209@elfworks.com> >>>> >>>> "Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned >>>> toward Esme inquisitively. >>> >>> >>> Esme was sitting quite still, her hands pressed to her mouth, her >>> eyes round with horror. >>> >>> "Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans." >> >> >> Vangie shrugged. "It was known," she said quietly, "that women in need >> of help....certain kinds of..." She took a deep breath. "That women >> who were expecting who didn't wish to be expecting, could go to a >> certain chemist, and...not expect a great deal of trouble about the >> poisons register." > > > "It was you," breathed Esme. "You wanted to buy arsenic ... I told you > it wouldn't work ... not for that ... " "What'd you need the arsenic for Mrs. Evans?" Marjorie asked. She was sitting back in her chair, rubbing her arms as if for warmth. From rmpruehs at cac.net Sun Jan 9 19:44:49 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Sun Jan 9 19:45:09 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <019d01c4f69f$e40aea10$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com> <20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net> <41E15478.1060604@textartisan.com> <00d401c4f665$34f640e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109123806.049136c8@mail.cac.net> <00fe01c4f678$66763db0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109132657.0293ab40@mail.cac.net> <41E17A38.7090003@mindspring.com> <012e01c4f686$25e483c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109165302.04b9f208@mail.cac.net> <019d01c4f69f$e40aea10$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050109192550.03c54b28@mail.cac.net> Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed. "I ... I did. I worked in Boots, before I was married. But ... how do you know that?" "Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers of the time." "Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned toward Esme inquisitively. Esme was sitting quite still, her hands pressed to her mouth, her eyes round with horror. "Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans." Vangie shrugged. "It was known," she said quietly, "that women in need of help....certain kinds of..." She took a deep breath. "That women who were expecting who didn't wish to be expecting, could go to a certain chemist, and...not expect a great deal of trouble about the poisons register." "It was you," breathed Esme. "You wanted to buy arsenic ... I told you it wouldn't work ... not for that ... " Vangie shrugged. "It worked...well enough." She turned to Pamela. "To answer your question, Lady Pamela, I haven't killed anyone tonight. I will admit to temptation. More than once. But not to acting on it." She looked at Oswald. "And to answer yours, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, there was a chemist's bag in my medicine cabinet containing a bottle with a poison label on it -- but no other markings. I think you'll find it isn't there now. But there was someone in my bathroom dressing the wound on his hand...and taking a very long time about it. And he had the bottle in his jacket pocket, only a little while ago." She smiled tightly. "He showed it to me, pretending to be 'worried' I had such a thin. And as I said, Philip, I do hope you wore gloves when you handled it...I always do...but I don't think you had time." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Jan 9 19:59:41 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Jan 9 19:59:51 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) References: <41E0DF6E.8040408@elfworks.com><20050109125753.9544.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com><6.2.0.14.0.20050109104014.04850d98@mail.cac.net><41E15478.1060604@textartisan.com><00d401c4f665$34f640e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050109123806.049136c8@mail.cac.net><00fe01c4f678$66763db0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050109132657.0293ab40@mail.cac.net><41E17A38.7090003@mindspring.com><012e01c4f686$25e483c0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><6.2.0.14.0.20050109165302.04b9f208@mail.cac.net><019d01c4f69f$e40aea10$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <6.2.0.14.0.20050109192550.03c54b28@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <01c101c4f6af$ad570ed0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > "Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans." > > Vangie shrugged. "It was known," she said quietly, "that women in need of > help....certain kinds of..." She took a deep breath. "That women who were > expecting who didn't wish to be expecting, could go to a certain chemist, > and...not expect a great deal of trouble about the poisons register." > > "It was you," breathed Esme. "You wanted to buy arsenic ... I told you it > wouldn't work ... not for that ... " > > Vangie shrugged. "It worked...well enough." She turned to Pamela. "To > answer your question, Lady Pamela, I haven't killed anyone tonight. I will > admit to temptation. More than once. But not to acting on it." She looked > at Oswald. "And to answer yours, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, there was a > chemist's bag in my medicine cabinet containing a bottle with a poison > label on it -- but no other markings. I think you'll find it isn't there > now. But there was someone in my bathroom dressing the wound on his > hand...and taking a very long time about it. And he had the bottle in his > jacket pocket, only a little while ago." She smiled tightly. "He showed it > to me, pretending to be 'worried' I had such a thin. And as I said, > Philip, I do hope you wore gloves when you handled it...I always do...but > I don't think you had time." Oswald gave her a long look, and then turned to Philip Powell. "Perhaps you'd show us that wound on your hand, sir. Lord Benwick showed his ... and it was as he said - the mark of a stab wound from a knife. Perhaps yours will be similarly innocuous ... or perhaps it will show the mark of a ligature pulled tight - on another's neck." From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Sun Jan 9 20:05:06 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Sun Jan 9 20:05:07 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <01c101c4f6af$ad570ed0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050110010506.27662.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > > "Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans." > > > > Vangie shrugged. "It was known," she said quietly, "that women in > need of > > help....certain kinds of..." She took a deep breath. "That women > who were > > expecting who didn't wish to be expecting, could go to a certain > chemist, > > and...not expect a great deal of trouble about the poisons > register." > > > > "It was you," breathed Esme. "You wanted to buy arsenic ... I told > you it > > wouldn't work ... not for that ... " > > > > Vangie shrugged. "It worked...well enough." She turned to Pamela. > "To > > answer your question, Lady Pamela, I haven't killed anyone tonight. > I will > > admit to temptation. More than once. But not to acting on it." She > looked > > at Oswald. "And to answer yours, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, there was > a > > chemist's bag in my medicine cabinet containing a bottle with a > poison > > label on it -- but no other markings. I think you'll find it isn't > there > > now. But there was someone in my bathroom dressing the wound on his > > > hand...and taking a very long time about it. And he had the bottle > in his > > jacket pocket, only a little while ago." She smiled tightly. "He > showed it > > to me, pretending to be 'worried' I had such a thin. And as I said, > > > Philip, I do hope you wore gloves when you handled it...I always > do...but > > I don't think you had time." > > Oswald gave her a long look, and then turned to Philip Powell. > > "Perhaps you'd show us that wound on your hand, sir. Lord Benwick > showed > his ... and it was as he said - the mark of a stab wound from a > knife. > Perhaps yours will be similarly innocuous ... or perhaps it will show > the > mark of a ligature pulled tight - on another's neck." Cyril said nothing, but the inquiring look toward Officer Powell indicated his agreement with Oswald. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Read only the mail you want - Yahoo! Mail SpamGuard. http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sun Jan 9 20:43:53 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sun Jan 9 20:43:52 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <6.2.0.14.0.20050109192550.03c54b28@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <003601c4f6b5$d7702160$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > Vangie shrugged. "It worked...well enough." She turned to Pamela. "To > answer your question, Lady Pamela, I haven't killed anyone > tonight. I will admit to temptation. More than once. But not to acting > on it." She looked at Oswald. "And to answer yours, Mr. > Skeffington-Nottle, there was a chemist's bag in my medicine cabinet > containing a bottle with a poison label on it -- but no other markings. > I think you'll find it isn't there now. But there was someone in my > bathroom dressing the wound on his hand...and taking a very long time > about it. And he had the bottle in his jacket pocket, only a little > while ago." She smiled tightly. "He showed it to me, pretending to be > 'worried' I had such a thin. And as I said, Philip, I do hope you wore > gloves when you handled it...I always do...but I don't think you had > time." "How *dare* you," Philip snarled. "Yes, I have the damned bottle in my pocket, because I was trying to avoid making *you* the prime suspect in an attempted murder! But it wasn't in any bag when I found it, as I'm sure the always-helpful Miss Higgins can attest, since she was there when I took it not ten minutes ago. So if this isn't a load of rubbish, someone took it out of the bag before I ever saw it...and that person, whoever it is, is likely to be your killer. Unless, of course, you're blaming me in order to cover your own tracks. And I wonder...were you really only joking about the strychnine in the kitchen cupboard? Shall we have a look?" From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sun Jan 9 20:48:34 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sun Jan 9 20:48:37 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <01c101c4f6af$ad570ed0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <003701c4f6b6$81ef7050$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > Oswald gave her a long look, and then turned to Philip Powell. > > "Perhaps you'd show us that wound on your hand, sir. Lord > Benwick showed his ... and it was as he said - the mark of a > stab wound from a knife. Perhaps yours will be similarly > innocuous ... or perhaps it will show the mark of a ligature > pulled tight - on another's neck." "So dear, harmless Evangeline has you believing her now too, eh? Fine." Philip reached into his left jacket pocket and withdrew two small pill bottles, which he slammed down onto the table. One bore only the familiar skull-and-crossbones symbol signifying poison; the other was labeled as a moderately potent prescription pain medicine. "My medicine, and hers...though I suspect hers always wound up in someone else, rather than herself. "But given my Great-Aunt's no-doubt-genuine concern for my health, perhaps I should wash my hands before I, or anyone else, go touching an open wound? Feel free to come with me if you like, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, or anyone else who's so inclined. Let's make it a regular Christmas party at the sink, eh?" Whirling, he began stalking towards the kitchen, apparently not caring if anyone followed. From hmace at elfworks.com Sun Jan 9 20:49:13 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sun Jan 9 20:48:47 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <003601c4f6b5$d7702160$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <003601c4f6b5$d7702160$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41E1DF19.3070302@elfworks.com> > > "How *dare* you," Philip snarled. "Yes, I have the damned bottle in my > pocket, because I was trying to avoid making *you* the prime suspect in an > attempted murder! But it wasn't in any bag when I found it, as I'm sure the > always-helpful Miss Higgins can attest, since she was there when I took it > not ten minutes ago. So if this isn't a load of rubbish, someone took it out > of the bag before I ever saw it...and that person, whoever it is, is likely > to be your killer. Unless, of course, you're blaming me in order to cover > your own tracks. And I wonder...were you really only joking about the > strychnine in the kitchen cupboard? Shall we have a look?" "I didn't see you pick up anything!" Marjorie announced. "And you were supposed to have cleaned out your pockets! You liar!" she exclaimed to Philip. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sun Jan 9 20:52:51 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sun Jan 9 20:52:53 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E1DF19.3070302@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <003801c4f6b7$1aea0950$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > "I didn't see you pick up anything!" Marjorie announced. > "And you were supposed to have cleaned out your pockets! > You liar!" she exclaimed to Philip. [OOC: Is this an oversight, or is Marjorie deliberately mis-remembering? While she and Philip were searching the bathroom in the "Breaking into the Bathroom" thread, Philip took a bottle out, claiming he was giving it to Aunt Evangeline. I'm willing to respond to this if this is what Marjorie is saying, but wanted to make sure it was correct.] From hmace at elfworks.com Sun Jan 9 20:53:35 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sun Jan 9 20:53:08 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <003701c4f6b6$81ef7050$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <003701c4f6b6$81ef7050$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41E1E01F.5060302@elfworks.com> > > "So dear, harmless Evangeline has you believing her now too, eh? Fine." > Philip reached into his left jacket pocket and withdrew two small pill > bottles, which he slammed down onto the table. One bore only the familiar > skull-and-crossbones symbol signifying poison; the other was labeled as a > moderately potent prescription pain medicine. "My medicine, and > hers...though I suspect hers always wound up in someone else, rather than > herself. > > "But given my Great-Aunt's no-doubt-genuine concern for my health, perhaps I > should wash my hands before I, or anyone else, go touching an open wound? > Feel free to come with me if you like, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, or anyone > else who's so inclined. Let's make it a regular Christmas party at the sink, > eh?" Whirling, he began stalking towards the kitchen, apparently not caring > if anyone followed. Marjorie started to follow, then stopped. "I'm not goin' in there with him alone," she announced, looking around the room. From hmace at elfworks.com Sun Jan 9 21:00:54 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sun Jan 9 21:00:29 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <003801c4f6b7$1aea0950$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <003801c4f6b7$1aea0950$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41E1E1D6.2070506@elfworks.com> >>"I didn't see you pick up anything!" Marjorie announced. >>"And you were supposed to have cleaned out your pockets! >>You liar!" she exclaimed to Philip. > > > [OOC: Is this an oversight, or is Marjorie deliberately mis-remembering? > While she and Philip were searching the bathroom in the "Breaking into the > Bathroom" thread, Philip took a bottle out, claiming he was giving it to > Aunt Evangeline. I'm willing to respond to this if this is what Marjorie is > saying, but wanted to make sure it was correct.] > [I honestly didn't remember that. I remember asking Philip if he found anything in the Beamans' bathroom. Going back I see he mentions find something for his aunt, and pocketed something that Marjorie didn't get a good look at. (I honestly assumed it was aspirin or something like that.) We can ignore my post.] From Mrfury28 at aol.com Sun Jan 9 21:06:52 2005 From: Mrfury28 at aol.com (Mrfury28@aol.com) Date: Sun Jan 9 21:06:57 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) Message-ID: <46.6078c578.2f133d3c@aol.com> Marjorie started to follow, then stopped. "I'm not goin' in there with him alone," she announced, looking around the room. "I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins." Hodges volunteered. "We'd best keep an eye on both Officer Powell and Miss Evans..." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: /pipermail/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc/attachments/20050109/65450a9d/attachment.htm From hmace at elfworks.com Sun Jan 9 21:14:55 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sun Jan 9 21:14:30 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <46.6078c578.2f133d3c@aol.com> References: <46.6078c578.2f133d3c@aol.com> Message-ID: <41E1E51F.6030408@elfworks.com> > Marjorie started to follow, then stopped. "I'm not goin' in there > with him alone," she announced, looking around the room. > > "I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins." Hodges volunteered. "We'd best > keep an eye on /both /Officer Powell and Miss Evans..." > Marjorie nodded. "That's good sense that is," she answered as she allowed Mr. Hodges to precede her into the kitchen. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sun Jan 9 22:50:17 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sun Jan 9 22:50:24 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E1E51F.6030408@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <004301c4f6c7$82c9bb00$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > > Marjorie started to follow, then stopped. "I'm not > > goin' in there with him alone," she announced, looking > > around the room. > > > > "I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins." Hodges volunteered. "We'd best > > keep an eye on /both /Officer Powell and Miss Evans..." > > Marjorie nodded. "That's good sense that is," she answered > as she allowed Mr. Hodges to precede her into the kitchen. Philip, for his part, moved to the sink and rinsed his left hand thoroughly under fairly hot water. He then gingerly unwrapped the bandage from his right hand and, unless there were any immediate objections, began rinsing that one as well. From hmace at elfworks.com Sun Jan 9 23:48:23 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sun Jan 9 23:48:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <004301c4f6c7$82c9bb00$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <004301c4f6c7$82c9bb00$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41E20917.8020004@elfworks.com> >>> >>>"I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins." Hodges volunteered. "We'd best >>>keep an eye on /both /Officer Powell and Miss Evans..." >> >>Marjorie nodded. "That's good sense that is," she answered >>as she allowed Mr. Hodges to precede her into the kitchen. > > > Philip, for his part, moved to the sink and rinsed his left hand thoroughly > under fairly hot water. He then gingerly unwrapped the bandage from his > right hand and, unless there were any immediate objections, began rinsing > that one as well. Marjorie said "Wait... lemme see..." to Philip as he went to wash his bandaged hand. With Mr. Hodges as an observer she looked carefully at Philip's right hand, then at the bandages that had wrapped them. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 10 02:17:23 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 10 02:17:19 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <46.6078c578.2f133d3c@aol.com> Message-ID: <004501c4f6e4$6e91ecd0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Marjorie started to follow, then stopped. "I'm not goin' in there with him alone," she announced, looking around the room. "I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins." Hodges volunteered. "We'd best keep an eye on both Officer Powell and Miss Evans..." Oswald looked significantly at Lucinda. She gave the faintest of nods and followed the other three to the kitchen. Oswald turned meanwhile to Vangie Evans. "Is there any truth in your nephew's accusations?" he asked quietly. "You realise - there could be an investigation if he persists in making these claims." From rmpruehs at cac.net Mon Jan 10 05:36:15 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Mon Jan 10 05:52:07 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <46.6078c578.2f133d3c@aol.com> References: <46.6078c578.2f133d3c@aol.com> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050110053432.03f46f98@mail.cac.net> At 09:06 PM 1/9/2005, you wrote: >Marjorie started to follow, then stopped. "I'm not goin' in there with >him alone," she announced, looking around the room. > >"I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins." Hodges volunteered. "We'd best keep >an eye on both Officer Powell and Miss Evans..." "=Mrs.= Evans," Evangeine corrected frostily. From rmpruehs at cac.net Mon Jan 10 05:59:55 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Mon Jan 10 06:00:19 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <004501c4f6e4$6e91ecd0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <46.6078c578.2f133d3c@aol.com> <004501c4f6e4$6e91ecd0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050110055710.04022b58@mail.cac.net> >Marjorie started to follow, then stopped. "I'm not goin' in there with >him alone," she announced, looking around the room. > >"I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins." Hodges volunteered. "We'd best keep >an eye on both Officer Powell and Miss Evans..." > >Oswald looked significantly at Lucinda. She gave the faintest of nods and >followed the other three to the kitchen. > >Oswald turned meanwhile to Vangie Evans. > >"Is there any truth in your nephew's accusations?" he asked quietly. "You >realise - there could be an investigation if he persists in making these >claims." She chuckled. "I lost my temper and told him I kept strychnine in the kitchen and cyanide beside my stockings, I'm afraid, when he started making insinuations to =me.= There isn't anything else of that sort of interest in my house. I wouldn't want Sweetie to get at it." From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Mon Jan 10 07:22:48 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Mon Jan 10 07:22:54 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E20917.8020004@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <004c01c4f70f$1bbf52b0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > Marjorie said "Wait... lemme see..." to Philip as he went > to wash his bandaged hand. With Mr. Hodges as an > observer she looked carefully at Philip's right hand, > then at the bandages that had wrapped them. "Fine," Philip muttered. His right hand was a mass of old burns, the skin darkly scabbed over and the fingers permanently crooked in a clawlike position. On the inside of the first and second joints of all four fingers, however, the scabs seemed recently broken through, revealing a small amount of drying blood and some of the pink flesh underneath. The bandages showed small amounts of blood in the appropriate places, and nothing else. "I slipped on some rubble downstairs while trying to get the police here, and had to catch myself on the door-frame with this hand," Philip said. "Hurt like the dickens, it did, but...well, it's not as though it did any permanent harm to the hand, after all." He smiled grimly. "Mr. Beaman and Mr. Davis were there, they can tell you. Now, may I wash this hand? If there is any more poison lying around, I'd prefer not to get it into an open wound..." From veazeyae at gmail.com Mon Jan 10 09:26:30 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Mon Jan 10 09:26:33 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E06D03.1000004@elfworks.com> References: <000501c4f5d1$6a1cd160$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <41E06D03.1000004@elfworks.com> Message-ID: > "Now I don't think Mr. Worthington could've done it... > cause he can't move too well 'cause of his knee. We'd've > heard him in the dark... right?" Marjorie asked the room. > "and he was sittin' on the stool next to me when there was > lights out, and he was still there when the lights came > back on." "I was at the bar," Warren agreed. "I reckoned that it would be much less trouble to stay where I was... I didn't think I would be much help." From veazeyae at gmail.com Mon Jan 10 09:32:39 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Mon Jan 10 09:32:38 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <41E1E01F.5060302@elfworks.com> References: <003701c4f6b6$81ef7050$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <41E1E01F.5060302@elfworks.com> Message-ID: > > "But given my Great-Aunt's no-doubt-genuine concern for my health, perhaps I > > should wash my hands before I, or anyone else, go touching an open wound? > > Feel free to come with me if you like, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, or anyone > > else who's so inclined. Let's make it a regular Christmas party at the sink, > > eh?" Whirling, he began stalking towards the kitchen, apparently not caring > > if anyone followed. > > Marjorie started to follow, then stopped. "I'm not > goin' in there with him alone," she announced, looking > around the room. Warren moved to the table, where he began to meticulously examine both the pill and the poison bottle. From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Mon Jan 10 09:40:58 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Mon Jan 10 09:40:56 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge Message-ID: > >Marjorie started to follow, then stopped. "I'm not goin' in > there with > >him alone," she announced, looking around the room. > > > >"I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins." Hodges volunteered. "We'd best > >keep > >an eye on both Officer Powell and Miss Evans..." > > > >Oswald looked significantly at Lucinda. She gave the > faintest of nods > >and > >followed the other three to the kitchen. > > > >Oswald turned meanwhile to Vangie Evans. > > > >"Is there any truth in your nephew's accusations?" he asked > quietly. > >"You > >realise - there could be an investigation if he persists in > making these > >claims." > > She chuckled. "I lost my temper and told him I kept strychnine in the > kitchen and cyanide beside my stockings, I'm afraid, when he > started making > insinuations to =me.= There isn't anything else of that sort > of interest in > my house. I wouldn't want Sweetie to get at it." She sobered, adding in a low voice "I didn't know Miss Diamond at all, not for more than nodding at each other in the lobby as we passed. But Philip knew her quite well, it seems...I didn't know that either, until just a little while ago. If matters are being investigated..." She turned a palm up. "A pub near Church Fenton, that's all I know about where they met, after she'd done a show at the base." From hmace at elfworks.com Mon Jan 10 11:33:12 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Mon Jan 10 11:33:13 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) In-Reply-To: <004c01c4f70f$1bbf52b0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <004c01c4f70f$1bbf52b0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41E2AE48.10205@elfworks.com> > > "Fine," Philip muttered. > > His right hand was a mass of old burns, the skin darkly scabbed over and the > fingers permanently crooked in a clawlike position. On the inside of the > first and second joints of all four fingers, however, the scabs seemed > recently broken through, revealing a small amount of drying blood and some > of the pink flesh underneath. The bandages showed small amounts of blood in > the appropriate places, and nothing else. > > "I slipped on some rubble downstairs while trying to get the police here, > and had to catch myself on the door-frame with this hand," Philip said. > "Hurt like the dickens, it did, but...well, it's not as though it did any > permanent harm to the hand, after all." He smiled grimly. "Mr. Beaman and > Mr. Davis were there, they can tell you. Now, may I wash this hand? If there > is any more poison lying around, I'd prefer not to get it into an open > wound..." Marjorie swallowed hard as she looked at the wound. Silently she nodded as she stepped back, looking rather embarrassed. From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Mon Jan 10 11:34:23 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Mon Jan 10 11:34:17 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) Message-ID: > -----Original Message----- > From: murder_at_christmas-bounces@gamera.cc > [mailto:murder_at_christmas-bounces@gamera.cc] On Behalf Of > Heather Mace > Sent: Monday, January 10, 2005 11:33 AM > To: murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) > > > > > > "Fine," Philip muttered. > > > > His right hand was a mass of old burns, the skin darkly > scabbed over > > and the fingers permanently crooked in a clawlike position. On the > > inside of the first and second joints of all four fingers, however, > > the scabs seemed recently broken through, revealing a small > amount of > > drying blood and some of the pink flesh underneath. The bandages > > showed small amounts of blood in the appropriate places, > and nothing > > else. > > > > "I slipped on some rubble downstairs while trying to get the police > > here, and had to catch myself on the door-frame with this hand," > > Philip said. "Hurt like the dickens, it did, but...well, > it's not as > > though it did any permanent harm to the hand, after all." He smiled > > grimly. "Mr. Beaman and Mr. Davis were there, they can tell > you. Now, > > may I wash this hand? If there is any more poison lying around, I'd > > prefer not to get it into an open wound..." > > Marjorie swallowed hard as she looked at the wound. > Silently she nodded as she stepped back, looking > rather embarrassed. > > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Mon Jan 10 11:34:25 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Mon Jan 10 11:34:20 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) Message-ID: > -----Original Message----- > From: murder_at_christmas-bounces@gamera.cc > [mailto:murder_at_christmas-bounces@gamera.cc] On Behalf Of > Heather Mace > Sent: Monday, January 10, 2005 11:33 AM > To: murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction) > > > > > > "Fine," Philip muttered. > > > > His right hand was a mass of old burns, the skin darkly > scabbed over > > and the fingers permanently crooked in a clawlike position. On the > > inside of the first and second joints of all four fingers, however, > > the scabs seemed recently broken through, revealing a small > amount of > > drying blood and some of the pink flesh underneath. The bandages > > showed small amounts of blood in the appropriate places, > and nothing > > else. > > > > "I slipped on some rubble downstairs while trying to get the police > > here, and had to catch myself on the door-frame with this hand," > > Philip said. "Hurt like the dickens, it did, but...well, > it's not as > > though it did any permanent harm to the hand, after all." He smiled > > grimly. "Mr. Beaman and Mr. Davis were there, they can tell > you. Now, > > may I wash this hand? If there is any more poison lying around, I'd > > prefer not to get it into an open wound..." > > Marjorie swallowed hard as she looked at the wound. > Silently she nodded as she stepped back, looking > rather embarrassed. > > > _______________________________________________ > murder_at_christmas mailing list > murder_at_christmas@gamera.cc > http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc > From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 10 15:05:18 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 10 15:05:13 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: Message-ID: <00fa01c4f74f$b5700130$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > >Oswald turned meanwhile to Vangie Evans. > > > >"Is there any truth in your nephew's accusations?" he asked > quietly. > >"You > >realise - there could be an investigation if he persists in > making these > >claims." > > She chuckled. "I lost my temper and told him I kept strychnine in the > kitchen and cyanide beside my stockings, I'm afraid, when he > started making > insinuations to =me.= There isn't anything else of that sort > of interest in > my house. I wouldn't want Sweetie to get at it." She sobered, adding in a low voice "I didn't know Miss Diamond at all, not for more than nodding at each other in the lobby as we passed. But Philip knew her quite well, it seems...I didn't know that either, until just a little while ago. If matters are being investigated..." She turned a palm up. "A pub near Church Fenton, that's all I know about where they met, after she'd done a show at the base." "That can be checked easily enough," said Oswald. "Officer Powell's records should be available ... and so should a list of Miss Diamond's engagements." He turned to Esme. "Where does your husband keep the records of his client's engagements?" he asked. "In his safe," faltered Esme. "But ... I don't know tthe combination." Anton Barowenski slid his cigarette case from his jacket, flipped it open, extracted a cigarette, offered the case to Marion (and anyone else who wanted one) and then smiled as he lit it. "I do," he said. From dorothea at textartisan.com Mon Jan 10 19:43:25 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Mon Jan 10 19:45:40 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <00fa01c4f74f$b5700130$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <00fa01c4f74f$b5700130$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41E3212D.4030801@textartisan.com> > "That can be checked easily enough," said Oswald. "Officer Powell's > records should be available ... and so should a list of Miss Diamond's > engagements." > > He turned to Esme. "Where does your husband keep the records of his > client's engagements?" he asked. > > "In his safe," faltered Esme. "But ... I don't know tthe combination." > > Anton Barowenski slid his cigarette case from his jacket, flipped it > open, extracted a cigarette, offered the case to Marion (and anyone else > who wanted one) and then smiled as he lit it. > > "I do," he said. Pamela raised one hand to stop Evangeline from following Esme and Oswald. "Perhaps you could explain something, Mrs. -- Evans," she said with impeccable, colorless politeness. "I distinctly remember my mother telling me she was old friends with you. You were a widow then, as you are now, but Mum says your name wasn't Evans." She made an apologetic face. "I'm sure there's an explanation. Perhaps you'd tell us who Mr. Evans was? Or under what other circumstances you changed your name?" From rmpruehs at cac.net Mon Jan 10 21:42:27 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Mon Jan 10 21:43:32 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <41E3212D.4030801@textartisan.com> References: <00fa01c4f74f$b5700130$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E3212D.4030801@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050110210203.0415a2b8@mail.cac.net> At 07:43 PM 1/10/2005, you wrote: >>"That can be checked easily enough," said Oswald. "Officer Powell's >>records should be available ... and so should a list of Miss Diamond's >>engagements." >>He turned to Esme. "Where does your husband keep the records of his >>client's engagements?" he asked. >>"In his safe," faltered Esme. "But ... I don't know tthe combination." >>Anton Barowenski slid his cigarette case from his jacket, flipped it >>open, extracted a cigarette, offered the case to Marion (and anyone else >>who wanted one) and then smiled as he lit it. >>"I do," he said. > > Pamela raised one hand to stop Evangeline from following Esme and > Oswald. "Perhaps you could explain something, Mrs. -- Evans," she said > with impeccable, colorless politeness. "I distinctly remember my mother > telling me she was old friends with you. You were a widow then, as you > are now, but Mum says your name wasn't Evans." > > She made an apologetic face. "I'm sure there's an explanation. > Perhaps you'd tell us who Mr. Evans was? Or under what other > circumstances you changed your name?" "Mr. Evans was my husband," Vangie said. "My late husband Gerald -- Lance-Corporal Gerald Thomas Evans, 6th Bn., the King's Own Regiment. He died during the War. In 1917, in Mesopotamia." Her voice was very cold as she added, "I'm quite certain I can produce his dog tags for you, if you insist. The army was kind enough to return them to me. Perhaps you would care to see his Victoria Cross as well. I do hope you weren't expecting anything more...scandalous, Lady Pamela." From dorothea at textartisan.com Mon Jan 10 21:49:46 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Mon Jan 10 21:52:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <6.2.0.14.0.20050110210203.0415a2b8@mail.cac.net> References: <00fa01c4f74f$b5700130$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E3212D.4030801@textartisan.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050110210203.0415a2b8@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <41E33ECA.3090105@textartisan.com> > "Mr. Evans was my husband," Vangie said. "My late husband Gerald -- > Lance-Corporal Gerald Thomas Evans, 6th Bn., the King's Own Regiment. He > died during the War. In 1917, in Mesopotamia." Her voice was very cold > as she added, "I'm quite certain I can produce his dog tags for you, if > you insist. The army was kind enough to return them to me. Perhaps you > would care to see his Victoria Cross as well. I do hope you weren't > expecting anything more...scandalous, Lady Pamela." "And your name before you married Lance-Corporal Evans was...?" From rmpruehs at cac.net Mon Jan 10 22:31:48 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Mon Jan 10 22:35:02 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <41E33ECA.3090105@textartisan.com> References: <00fa01c4f74f$b5700130$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E3212D.4030801@textartisan.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050110210203.0415a2b8@mail.cac.net> <41E33ECA.3090105@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050110222927.0417cd40@mail.cac.net> >>"Mr. Evans was my husband," Vangie said. "My late husband Gerald -- >>Lance-Corporal Gerald Thomas Evans, 6th Bn., the King's Own Regiment. He >>died during the War. In 1917, in Mesopotamia." Her voice was very cold as >>she added, "I'm quite certain I can produce his dog tags for you, if you >>insist. The army was kind enough to return them to me. Perhaps you would >>care to see his Victoria Cross as well. I do hope you weren't expecting >>anything more...scandalous, Lady Pamela." > > "And your name before you married Lance-Corporal Evans was...?" Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know that already. Kindly get to the point." From dorothea at textartisan.com Mon Jan 10 22:52:37 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Mon Jan 10 22:54:45 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <6.2.0.14.0.20050110222927.0417cd40@mail.cac.net> References: <00fa01c4f74f$b5700130$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E3212D.4030801@textartisan.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050110210203.0415a2b8@mail.cac.net> <41E33ECA.3090105@textartisan.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050110222927.0417cd40@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <41E34D84.7020600@textartisan.com> > Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know that > already. Kindly get to the point." "I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might know, but I don't; she never told me." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 11 02:12:13 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 11 02:12:19 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <00fa01c4f74f$b5700130$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E3212D.4030801@textartisan.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050110210203.0415a2b8@mail.cac.net> <41E33ECA.3090105@textartisan.com><6.2.0.14.0.20050110222927.0417cd40@mail.cac.net> <41E34D84.7020600@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <006f01c4f7ac$e01d7900$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know that >> already. Kindly get to the point." > > "I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might know, but > I don't; she never told me." > While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to the far wall, where a particularly garishly coloured picture of country cottages hung. With some effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind. Anton was now beginning to work on the combination. From veazeyae at gmail.com Tue Jan 11 08:42:36 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Tue Jan 11 08:42:40 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <006f01c4f7ac$e01d7900$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <00fa01c4f74f$b5700130$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E3212D.4030801@textartisan.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050110210203.0415a2b8@mail.cac.net> <41E33ECA.3090105@textartisan.com> <6.2.0.14.0.20050110222927.0417cd40@mail.cac.net> <41E34D84.7020600@textartisan.com> <006f01c4f7ac$e01d7900$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: On Tue, 11 Jan 2005 07:12:13 -0000, Mel Mason wrote: > >> Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know that > >> already. Kindly get to the point." > > > > "I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might know, but > > I don't; she never told me." > > > > > While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to the far > wall, where a particularly garishly coloured picture of country cottages > hung. With some effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind. Anton > was now beginning to work on the combination. Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I want to take a look at the contents." From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Tue Jan 11 09:44:38 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Tue Jan 11 09:44:43 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com> --- Allen Veazey wrote: > On Tue, 11 Jan 2005 07:12:13 -0000, Mel Mason > wrote: > > >> Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know > that > > >> already. Kindly get to the point." > > > > > > "I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might > know, but > > > I don't; she never told me." > > > > > > > > > While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to > the far > > wall, where a particularly garishly coloured picture of country > cottages > > hung. With some effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind. > Anton > > was now beginning to work on the combination. > > Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the > two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I > want to take a look at the contents." "Certainly," Cyril answered. He went into the kitchen and returned immediately with two small washcloths. [OOC: I'm confused. I thought we were still in the Beaman flat, but aren't Anton and Oswald looking at Fitzroy's safe?] __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Take Yahoo! Mail with you! Get it on your mobile phone. http://mobile.yahoo.com/maildemo From margdean at erols.com Tue Jan 11 11:38:45 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Tue Jan 11 11:39:50 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41E40115.EC4B6145@erols.com> Brenda McCartney wrote: > > --- Allen Veazey wrote: > > > On Tue, 11 Jan 2005 07:12:13 -0000, Mel Mason > > wrote: > > > > > >> Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know > > > >> that already. Kindly get to the point." > > > > > > > > "I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might > > > > know, but I don't; she never told me." > > > > > > While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to > > > the far wall, where a particularly garishly coloured picture of > > > country cottages hung. With some effort they removed it, to > > > reveal the safe behind. Anton was now beginning to work on the > > > combination. Marion Mauberley had followed them, and was watching with interest. In the time it took Anton to work the combination, she tipped forward the painting they had set aside to look at the back of it. > > Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the > > two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I > > want to take a look at the contents." > > "Certainly," Cyril answered. He went into the kitchen and returned > immediately with two small washcloths. > > [OOC: I'm confused. I thought we were still in the Beaman flat, but > aren't Anton and Oswald looking at Fitzroy's safe?] --Margaret Dean From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 11 14:03:06 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 11 14:03:03 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > >> Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know >> that >> > >> already. Kindly get to the point." >> > > >> > > "I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might >> know, but >> > > I don't; she never told me." >> > > >> > >> > >> >> Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the >> two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I >> want to take a look at the contents." > > "Certainly," Cyril answered. He went into the kitchen and returned > immediately with two small washcloths. > > [OOC: I'm confused. I thought we were still in the Beaman flat, but > aren't Anton and Oswald looking at Fitzroy's safe?] > [OOC - eeep. Bad GM ... no biscuit. Rewriting While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to the Fitzroys' flat. There Anton indicated a long wall in the lounge, where a particularly garishly coloured picture of country cottages hung. With some effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind. Anton was now beginning to work on the combination. (OOC - anyone wanting to join them?) From margdean at erols.com Tue Jan 11 14:05:21 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Tue Jan 11 14:06:25 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com> <005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41E42371.90EE6B0E@erols.com> Mel Mason wrote: > > >> > >> Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know > >> that > >> > >> already. Kindly get to the point." > >> > > > >> > > "I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might > >> know, but > >> > > I don't; she never told me." > >> > > > >> > > >> > > > >> > >> Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the > >> two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I > >> want to take a look at the contents." > > > > "Certainly," Cyril answered. He went into the kitchen and returned > > immediately with two small washcloths. > > > > [OOC: I'm confused. I thought we were still in the Beaman flat, but > > aren't Anton and Oswald looking at Fitzroy's safe?] > > > > [OOC - eeep. Bad GM ... no biscuit. Rewriting > > While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to the > Fitzroys' flat. There Anton indicated a long wall in the lounge, where a > particularly garishly coloured picture of country cottages hung. With some > effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind. Anton was now beginning > to work on the combination. > > (OOC - anyone wanting to join them?) [OOC - yes, I'll reiterate too...] Marion Mauberley had followed them, and was watching with interest. In the time it took Anton to work the combination, she tipped forward the painting they had set aside to look at the back of it. --Margaret Dean From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 11 14:07:06 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 11 14:07:06 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com> <005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to the > Fitzroys' flat. There Anton indicated a long wall in the lounge, where a > particularly garishly coloured picture of country cottages hung. With > some effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind. Anton was now > beginning to work on the combination. > > > (OOC - anyone wanting to join them?) (OOC - I see someone was ... ;-0 ) Marion Mauberley had followed them, and was watching with interest. In the time it took Anton to work the combination, she tipped forward the painting they had set aside to look at the back of it. The back canvas of the painting showed a suspicious buled, as though something had been slid behind the canvas back. And some of the tacks that held it in place appeared to have become loose. From margdean at erols.com Tue Jan 11 14:18:14 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Tue Jan 11 14:19:16 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Fitzroys' Flat References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com> <005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41E42676.524077B8@erols.com> Mel Mason wrote: > > > While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to the > > Fitzroys' flat. There Anton indicated a long wall in the lounge, where a > > particularly garishly coloured picture of country cottages hung. With > > some effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind. Anton was now > > beginning to work on the combination. > > > > > > (OOC - anyone wanting to join them?) > > (OOC - I see someone was ... ;-0 ) > > Marion Mauberley had followed them, and was watching with > interest. In the time it took Anton to work the combination, she > tipped forward the painting they had set aside to look at the > back of it. > > The back canvas of the painting showed a suspicious bulge, as though > something had been slid behind the canvas back. And some of the tacks that > held it in place appeared to have become loose. "Hmmm..." On the theory that anything unusual that turns up in the course of a murder investigation is automatically interesting, Marion carefully repositioned the painting so that it was leaning against the wall with the back showing. Then, extracting from her bag the handkerchief she'd used in collecting the teacups, she proceeded to work loose the tacks so that she could find out what was creating that suspicious bulge. --Margaret Dean From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 11 14:40:38 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 11 14:41:30 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Fitzroys' Flat References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E42676.524077B8@erols.com> Message-ID: <009d01c4f815$6d486840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> The back canvas of the painting showed a suspicious bulge, as though >> something had been slid behind the canvas back. And some of the tacks >> that >> held it in place appeared to have become loose. > > "Hmmm..." On the theory that anything unusual that turns up in > the course of a murder investigation is automatically > interesting, Marion carefully repositioned the painting so that > it was leaning against the wall with the back showing. Then, > extracting from her bag the handkerchief she'd used in collecting > the teacups, she proceeded to work loose the tacks so that she > could find out what was creating that suspicious bulge. > Inside there were three envelopes, each containing rather thick letters. From veazeyae at gmail.com Tue Jan 11 14:49:29 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Tue Jan 11 14:49:30 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com> <005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: > Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the > two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I > want to take a look at the contents." "Certainly," Cyril answered. He went into the kitchen and returned immediately with two small washcloths. "Thanks," Worthington said, and carefully laid the washcloths down; he then poured a little out of each bottle to compare the contents. From margdean at erols.com Tue Jan 11 14:48:41 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Tue Jan 11 14:49:43 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Fitzroys' Flat References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E42676.524077B8@erols.com> <009d01c4f815$6d486840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41E42D99.92A8B3DB@erols.com> Mel Mason wrote: > > >> The back canvas of the painting showed a suspicious bulge, as though > >> something had been slid behind the canvas back. And some of the tacks > >> that > >> held it in place appeared to have become loose. > > > > "Hmmm..." On the theory that anything unusual that turns up in > > the course of a murder investigation is automatically > > interesting, Marion carefully repositioned the painting so that > > it was leaning against the wall with the back showing. Then, > > extracting from her bag the handkerchief she'd used in collecting > > the teacups, she proceeded to work loose the tacks so that she > > could find out what was creating that suspicious bulge. > > Inside there were three envelopes, each containing rather thick letters. With a glance at the two men, Marion carefully worked loose the envelopes, then carried them over to a nearby armchair to inspect the contents. --Margaret Dean From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 11 17:04:22 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 11 17:04:38 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the >> two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I >> want to take a look at the contents." > > > "Certainly," Cyril answered. He went into the kitchen and returned > immediately with two small washcloths. > > "Thanks," Worthington said, and carefully laid the washcloths > down; he then poured a little out of each bottle to compare > the contents. > The pill bottle contained pills. The other contained a slightly greyish white powder, rather gritty. From hmace at elfworks.com Tue Jan 11 23:09:48 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Tue Jan 11 23:09:50 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com> >> >> >> "Certainly," Cyril answered. He went into the kitchen and returned >> immediately with two small washcloths. >> >> "Thanks," Worthington said, and carefully laid the washcloths >> down; he then poured a little out of each bottle to compare >> the contents. >> > > The pill bottle contained pills. The other contained a slightly greyish > white powder, rather gritty. Marjorie came back into the lounge at this point, a small bottle in her hand. She glanced around, then moved over to where Warren was looking at the contents of the bottles. "Here," she said to Warren. "He had these in his pocket, too. Liver Salts," she said, wrinkling her nose as she put the third bottle down near the other two. "I think it's yours, Mr. Beaman," she added. Then looked over at the other contents of Philip's pockets. "He sure did have a lot of things in his pockets," she said as she moved closed to the wallet and pen knife and other things Philip had relinquished. "Anyone check these?" she asked, picking up the pen knife and examining it. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 12 03:01:05 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 12 03:01:02 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> The pill bottle contained pills. The other contained a slightly greyish >> white powder, rather gritty. > There was also a slight residue on the inside of the pill bottle. That might have come from the pills jostling around, but it seemed surprisingly gritty (if Warren examines it that closely). > Marjorie came back into the lounge at this point, a small > bottle in her hand. She glanced around, then moved over > to where Warren was looking at the contents of the bottles. > > "Here," she said to Warren. "He had these in his pocket, > too. Liver Salts," she said, wrinkling her nose as she > put the third bottle down near the other two. "I think > it's yours, Mr. Beaman," she added. > > Then looked over at the other contents of Philip's pockets. > "He sure did have a lot of things in his pockets," she said > as she moved closed to the wallet and pen knife and other > things Philip had relinquished. "Anyone check these?" she > asked, picking up the pen knife and examining it. > The knife was the sort that needed to be opened manually - a Swiss army knife with a variety of blades and other implements, including a corkscrew and something for taking stones out of horses' hooves. From hmace at elfworks.com Wed Jan 12 03:08:36 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Wed Jan 12 03:08:38 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com> <002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com> > > There was also a slight residue on the inside of the pill bottle. That > might have come from the pills jostling around, but it seemed > surprisingly gritty (if Warren examines it that closely). > >> Marjorie came back into the lounge at this point, a small >> bottle in her hand. She glanced around, then moved over >> to where Warren was looking at the contents of the bottles. >> >> "Here," she said to Warren. "He had these in his pocket, >> too. Liver Salts," she said, wrinkling her nose as she >> put the third bottle down near the other two. "I think >> it's yours, Mr. Beaman," she added. >> >> Then looked over at the other contents of Philip's pockets. >> "He sure did have a lot of things in his pockets," she said >> as she moved closed to the wallet and pen knife and other >> things Philip had relinquished. "Anyone check these?" she >> asked, picking up the pen knife and examining it. >> > > The knife was the sort that needed to be opened manually - a Swiss army > knife with a variety of blades and other implements, including a > corkscrew and something for taking stones out of horses' hooves. Out of curiosity Marjorie opened each of the tools up one at a time. She looked at each one for any fabric fibers or grease on any part of the tools. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Wed Jan 12 06:47:32 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Wed Jan 12 06:47:34 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <20050112114732.2673.qmail@web50701.mail.yahoo.com> --- Heather Mace wrote: > > > > There was also a slight residue on the inside of the pill bottle. > That > > might have come from the pills jostling around, but it seemed > > surprisingly gritty (if Warren examines it that closely). Cyril watched over Warren's shoulder as he examined the contents of the bottles. "That's definitely arsenic," he pointed out, nodding at the gritty substance. He squinted at the pill bottle and added, "And I don't know, but it almost looks like it was in that bottle, too, at some point." > > > >> Marjorie came back into the lounge at this point, a small > >> bottle in her hand. She glanced around, then moved over > >> to where Warren was looking at the contents of the bottles. > >> > >> "Here," she said to Warren. "He had these in his pocket, > >> too. Liver Salts," she said, wrinkling her nose as she > >> put the third bottle down near the other two. "I think > >> it's yours, Mr. Beaman," she added. He glanced down at the bottle. "It could be," he answered. > >> Then looked over at the other contents of Philip's pockets. > >> "He sure did have a lot of things in his pockets," she said > >> as she moved closed to the wallet and pen knife and other > >> things Philip had relinquished. "Anyone check these?" she > >> asked, picking up the pen knife and examining it. > >> > > > > The knife was the sort that needed to be opened manually - a Swiss > army > > knife with a variety of blades and other implements, including a > > corkscrew and something for taking stones out of horses' hooves. > > Out of curiosity Marjorie opened each of the tools up one > at a time. She looked at each one for any fabric fibers or > grease on any part of the tools. Cyril mused, "You know, I did see him stumble and catch himself on the door frame, but I didn't actually see his hand afterward. I'm not certain the way he caught himself would have caused that injury pattern. I would've expected to see scrapes on his palm instead." __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com From veazeyae at gmail.com Wed Jan 12 10:28:57 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Wed Jan 12 10:28:58 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <20050112114732.2673.qmail@web50701.mail.yahoo.com> References: <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com> <20050112114732.2673.qmail@web50701.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > > > There was also a slight residue on the inside of the pill bottle. > > That > > > might have come from the pills jostling around, but it seemed > > > surprisingly gritty (if Warren examines it that closely). > > Cyril watched over Warren's shoulder as he examined the contents of the > bottles. "That's definitely arsenic," he pointed out, nodding at the > gritty substance. He squinted at the pill bottle and added, "And I > don't know, but it almost looks like it was in that bottle, too, at > some point." "I had a strange feeling," Warren added, "that this might be the case." He looked up and in the direction of the kitchen. > > >> Marjorie came back into the lounge at this point, a small > > >> bottle in her hand. She glanced around, then moved over > > >> to where Warren was looking at the contents of the bottles. > > >> > > >> "Here," she said to Warren. "He had these in his pocket, > > >> too. Liver Salts," she said, wrinkling her nose as she > > >> put the third bottle down near the other two. "I think > > >> it's yours, Mr. Beaman," she added. > > He glanced down at the bottle. "It could be," he answered. Warren carefully unfolded the washcloth farther, and placed a small amount of the bottle's contents near that of the pill bottle. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 12 13:38:41 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 12 13:38:33 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com><002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <00a501c4f8d5$f0b67b70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >>> "Here," she said to Warren. "He had these in his pocket, >>> too. Liver Salts," she said, wrinkling her nose as she >>> put the third bottle down near the other two. "I think >>> it's yours, Mr. Beaman," she added. > He glanced down at the bottle. "It could be," he answered. Warren carefully unfolded the washcloth farther, and placed a small amount of the bottle's contents near that of the pill bottle. The liver salts seemed to be just that - pure, unadulterated liver salts. >>> >>> Then looked over at the other contents of Philip's pockets. >>> "He sure did have a lot of things in his pockets," she said >>> as she moved closed to the wallet and pen knife and other >>> things Philip had relinquished. "Anyone check these?" she >>> asked, picking up the pen knife and examining it. >>> >> >> The knife was the sort that needed to be opened manually - a Swiss army >> knife with a variety of blades and other implements, including a >> corkscrew and something for taking stones out of horses' hooves. > > Out of curiosity Marjorie opened each of the tools up one > at a time. She looked at each one for any fabric fibers or > grease on any part of the tools. > Cyril mused, "You know, I did see him stumble and catch himself on the door frame, but I didn't actually see his hand afterward. I'm not certain the way he caught himself would have caused that injury pattern. I would've expected to see scrapes on his palm instead." There was no grease on the knife. But caught very near the hinge there did seem to be a single black thread. From hmace at elfworks.com Wed Jan 12 13:50:34 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Wed Jan 12 13:50:35 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <00a501c4f8d5$f0b67b70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com><002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com> <00a501c4f8d5$f0b67b70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41E5717A.60703@elfworks.com> > > Warren carefully unfolded the washcloth farther, and placed a small > amount of the bottle's contents near that of the pill bottle. > > The liver salts seemed to be just that - pure, unadulterated liver salts. > >>>> >>>> Then looked over at the other contents of Philip's pockets. >>>> "He sure did have a lot of things in his pockets," she said >>>> as she moved closed to the wallet and pen knife and other >>>> things Philip had relinquished. "Anyone check these?" she >>>> asked, picking up the pen knife and examining it. >>>> >>> >>> The knife was the sort that needed to be opened manually - a Swiss >>> army knife with a variety of blades and other implements, including a >>> corkscrew and something for taking stones out of horses' hooves. >> >> >> Out of curiosity Marjorie opened each of the tools up one >> at a time. She looked at each one for any fabric fibers or >> grease on any part of the tools. >> > Cyril mused, "You know, I did see him stumble and catch himself on the > door frame, but I didn't actually see his hand afterward. I'm not > certain the way he caught himself would have caused that injury > pattern. I would've expected to see scrapes on his palm instead." > > There was no grease on the knife. > > But caught very near the hinge there did seem to be a single black thread. Marjorie peered at the caught thread. "I think... this is what they call a clue, yes?" she asked, holding the knife out to Warren and Cyril to look at before removing it from the hinge. From margdean at erols.com Wed Jan 12 15:56:36 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Wed Jan 12 15:57:40 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com><002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com> <00a501c4f8d5$f0b67b70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5717A.60703@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <41E58F04.CB589C66@erols.com> Heather Mace wrote: > > > > > Warren carefully unfolded the washcloth farther, and placed a small > > amount of the bottle's contents near that of the pill bottle. > > > > The liver salts seemed to be just that - pure, unadulterated liver salts. > > > >>>> > >>>> Then looked over at the other contents of Philip's pockets. > >>>> "He sure did have a lot of things in his pockets," she said > >>>> as she moved closed to the wallet and pen knife and other > >>>> things Philip had relinquished. "Anyone check these?" she > >>>> asked, picking up the pen knife and examining it. > >>>> > >>> > >>> The knife was the sort that needed to be opened manually - a Swiss > >>> army knife with a variety of blades and other implements, including a > >>> corkscrew and something for taking stones out of horses' hooves. > >> > >> > >> Out of curiosity Marjorie opened each of the tools up one > >> at a time. She looked at each one for any fabric fibers or > >> grease on any part of the tools. > >> > > Cyril mused, "You know, I did see him stumble and catch himself on the > > door frame, but I didn't actually see his hand afterward. I'm not > > certain the way he caught himself would have caused that injury > > pattern. I would've expected to see scrapes on his palm instead." > > > > There was no grease on the knife. > > > > But caught very near the hinge there did seem to be a single black thread. > > Marjorie peered at the caught thread. "I think... this is what > they call a clue, yes?" she asked, holding the knife out to Warren > and Cyril to look at before removing it from the hinge. Just then Marion Mauberley walked back in to the Beamans' flat, accompanied by Anton and Oswald. She was carrying what looked like a small bundle of letters. Her eyes sought out Philip. "Flight Officer Powell?" --Margaret Dean From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 12 18:15:21 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 12 18:17:20 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com><002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com><00a501c4f8d5$f0b67b70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5717A.60703@elfworks.com> <41E58F04.CB589C66@erols.com> Message-ID: <010d01c4f8fc$96bfb650$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > Warren carefully unfolded the washcloth farther, and placed a small >> > amount of the bottle's contents near that of the pill bottle. >> > >> > The liver salts seemed to be just that - pure, unadulterated liver >> > salts. >> > >> >>>> >> >>>> Then looked over at the other contents of Philip's pockets. >> >>>> "He sure did have a lot of things in his pockets," she said >> >>>> as she moved closed to the wallet and pen knife and other >> >>>> things Philip had relinquished. "Anyone check these?" she >> >>>> asked, picking up the pen knife and examining it. >> >>>> >> >>> >> >>> The knife was the sort that needed to be opened manually - a Swiss >> >>> army knife with a variety of blades and other implements, including a >> >>> corkscrew and something for taking stones out of horses' hooves. >> >> >> >> >> >> Out of curiosity Marjorie opened each of the tools up one >> >> at a time. She looked at each one for any fabric fibers or >> >> grease on any part of the tools. >> >> >> > Cyril mused, "You know, I did see him stumble and catch himself on the >> > door frame, but I didn't actually see his hand afterward. I'm not >> > certain the way he caught himself would have caused that injury >> > pattern. I would've expected to see scrapes on his palm instead." >> > >> > There was no grease on the knife. >> > >> > But caught very near the hinge there did seem to be a single black >> > thread. >> >> Marjorie peered at the caught thread. "I think... this is what >> they call a clue, yes?" she asked, holding the knife out to Warren >> and Cyril to look at before removing it from the hinge. > > Just then Marion Mauberley walked back in to the Beamans' flat, > accompanied by Anton and Oswald. She was carrying what looked > like a small bundle of letters. Her eyes sought out Philip. > > "Flight Officer Powell?" > "He's in the kitchen," said Florence. "With Hodges and Mrs Skeffington Nottle." From margdean at erols.com Wed Jan 12 18:33:54 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Wed Jan 12 18:34:58 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com><002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com><00a501c4f8d5$f0b67b70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5717A.60703@elfworks.com> <41E58F04.CB589C66@erols.com> <010d01c4f8fc$96bfb650$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41E5B3E2.C200BE17@erols.com> Mel Mason wrote: > > >> > Warren carefully unfolded the washcloth farther, and placed a small > >> > amount of the bottle's contents near that of the pill bottle. > >> > > >> > The liver salts seemed to be just that - pure, unadulterated liver > >> > salts. > >> > > >> >>>> > >> >>>> Then looked over at the other contents of Philip's pockets. > >> >>>> "He sure did have a lot of things in his pockets," she said > >> >>>> as she moved closed to the wallet and pen knife and other > >> >>>> things Philip had relinquished. "Anyone check these?" she > >> >>>> asked, picking up the pen knife and examining it. > >> >>>> > >> >>> > >> >>> The knife was the sort that needed to be opened manually - a Swiss > >> >>> army knife with a variety of blades and other implements, including a > >> >>> corkscrew and something for taking stones out of horses' hooves. > >> >> > >> >> > >> >> Out of curiosity Marjorie opened each of the tools up one > >> >> at a time. She looked at each one for any fabric fibers or > >> >> grease on any part of the tools. > >> >> > >> > Cyril mused, "You know, I did see him stumble and catch himself on the > >> > door frame, but I didn't actually see his hand afterward. I'm not > >> > certain the way he caught himself would have caused that injury > >> > pattern. I would've expected to see scrapes on his palm instead." > >> > > >> > There was no grease on the knife. > >> > > >> > But caught very near the hinge there did seem to be a single black > >> > thread. > >> > >> Marjorie peered at the caught thread. "I think... this is what > >> they call a clue, yes?" she asked, holding the knife out to Warren > >> and Cyril to look at before removing it from the hinge. > > > > Just then Marion Mauberley walked back in to the Beamans' flat, > > accompanied by Anton and Oswald. She was carrying what looked > > like a small bundle of letters. Her eyes sought out Philip. > > > > "Flight Officer Powell?" > > > > "He's in the kitchen," said Florence. "With Hodges and Mrs Skeffington > Nottle." Marion glanced over at the two men who had accompanied her. "Shall we?" She headed for the kitchen, looking purposeful. --Margaret Dean From hmace at elfworks.com Wed Jan 12 20:14:00 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Wed Jan 12 20:14:01 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <41E5B3E2.C200BE17@erols.com> References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com><002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com><00a501c4f8d5$f0b67b70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5717A.60703@elfworks.com> <41E58F04.CB589C66@erols.com> <010d01c4f8fc$96bfb650$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5B3E2.C200BE17@erols.com> Message-ID: <41E5CB58.90103@elfworks.com> >>>>>> >>>>> >>>>>Cyril mused, "You know, I did see him stumble and catch himself on the >>>>>door frame, but I didn't actually see his hand afterward. I'm not >>>>>certain the way he caught himself would have caused that injury >>>>>pattern. I would've expected to see scrapes on his palm instead." >>>>> >>>>>There was no grease on the knife. >>>>> >>>>>But caught very near the hinge there did seem to be a single black >>>>>thread. >>>> >>>>Marjorie peered at the caught thread. "I think... this is what >>>>they call a clue, yes?" she asked, holding the knife out to Warren >>>>and Cyril to look at before removing it from the hinge. >>> >>>Just then Marion Mauberley walked back in to the Beamans' flat, >>>accompanied by Anton and Oswald. She was carrying what looked >>>like a small bundle of letters. Her eyes sought out Philip. >>> >>>"Flight Officer Powell?" >>> >> >>"He's in the kitchen," said Florence. "With Hodges and Mrs Skeffington >>Nottle." > > > Marion glanced over at the two men who had accompanied her. > "Shall we?" She headed for the kitchen, looking purposeful. "Wait... what'd you find?" Marjorie asked as held a small pocket knife on the flat of her hand. From jvstin at mindspring.com Wed Jan 12 21:33:08 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Wed Jan 12 21:33:16 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <41E5CB58.90103@elfworks.com> References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com><002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com><00a501c4f8d5$f0b67b70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5717A.60703@elfworks.com> <41E58F04.CB589C66@erols.com> <010d01c4f8fc$96bfb650$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5B3E2.C200BE17@erols.com> <41E5CB58.90103@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <41E5DDE4.6060905@mindspring.com> on 1/12/2005 7:14 PM Heather Mace said the following: >>>>>>> >>>>>> >>>>>> Cyril mused, "You know, I did see him stumble and catch himself on >>>>>> the >>>>>> door frame, but I didn't actually see his hand afterward. I'm not >>>>>> certain the way he caught himself would have caused that injury >>>>>> pattern. I would've expected to see scrapes on his palm instead." >>>>>> >>>>>> There was no grease on the knife. >>>>>> >>>>>> But caught very near the hinge there did seem to be a single black >>>>>> thread. >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> Marjorie peered at the caught thread. "I think... this is what >>>>> they call a clue, yes?" she asked, holding the knife out to Warren >>>>> and Cyril to look at before removing it from the hinge. >>>> >>>> >>>> Just then Marion Mauberley walked back in to the Beamans' flat, >>>> accompanied by Anton and Oswald. She was carrying what looked >>>> like a small bundle of letters. Her eyes sought out Philip. >>>> >>>> "Flight Officer Powell?" >>>> >>> >>> "He's in the kitchen," said Florence. "With Hodges and Mrs Skeffington >>> Nottle." >> >> >> >> Marion glanced over at the two men who had accompanied her. "Shall >> we?" She headed for the kitchen, looking purposeful. His curiousity peaked by the return of Marion and company, with the mysterious items, James quietly followed the trio into the kitchen. > > > "Wait... what'd you find?" Marjorie asked as held a small > pocket knife on the flat of her hand. > "Two clues." James murmured, looking between Marjorie and Cyril and Warren on the one hand, and Marion, Oswald and Anton on the other. From margdean at erols.com Wed Jan 12 22:48:08 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Wed Jan 12 22:49:10 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com><002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com><00a501c4f8d5$f0b67b70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5717A.60703@elfworks.com> <41E58F04.CB589C66@erols.com> <010d01c4f8fc$96bfb650$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5B3E2.C200BE17@erols.com> <41E5CB58.90103@elfworks.com> <41E5DDE4.6060905@mindspring.com> Message-ID: <41E5EF78.35D69E27@erols.com> "Jvstin(Mindspring)" wrote: > > on 1/12/2005 7:14 PM Heather Mace said the following: > >>>>>>> > >>>>>> > >>>>>> Cyril mused, "You know, I did see him stumble and catch himself on > >>>>>> the door frame, but I didn't actually see his hand afterward. I'm > >>>>>> not certain the way he caught himself would have caused that injury > >>>>>> pattern. I would've expected to see scrapes on his palm instead." > >>>>>> > >>>>>> There was no grease on the knife. > >>>>>> > >>>>>> But caught very near the hinge there did seem to be a single black > >>>>>> thread. > >>>>> > >>>>> Marjorie peered at the caught thread. "I think... this is what > >>>>> they call a clue, yes?" she asked, holding the knife out to Warren > >>>>> and Cyril to look at before removing it from the hinge. > >>>> > >>>> Just then Marion Mauberley walked back in to the Beamans' flat, > >>>> accompanied by Anton and Oswald. She was carrying what looked > >>>> like a small bundle of letters. Her eyes sought out Philip. > >>>> > >>>> "Flight Officer Powell?" > >>> > >>> "He's in the kitchen," said Florence. "With Hodges and Mrs Skeffington > >>> Nottle." > >> > >> Marion glanced over at the two men who had accompanied her. "Shall > >> we?" She headed for the kitchen, looking purposeful. > > His curiousity peaked by the return of Marion and company, with the > mysterious items, James quietly followed the trio into the kitchen. > > > "Wait... what'd you find?" Marjorie asked as held a small > > pocket knife on the flat of her hand. Marion looked over her shoulder at Marjorie and gave her an odd half-smile. "Apparently ... undelivered mail," she said. > "Two clues." James murmured, looking between Marjorie and Cyril and > Warren on the one hand, and Marion, Oswald and Anton on the other. --Margaret Dean From hmace at elfworks.com Wed Jan 12 22:54:21 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Wed Jan 12 22:54:20 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <41E5EF78.35D69E27@erols.com> References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com><002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com><00a501c4f8d5$f0b67b70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5717A.60703@elfworks.com> <41E58F04.CB589C66@erols.com> <010d01c4f8fc$96bfb650$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5B3E2.C200BE17@erols.com> <41E5CB58.90103@elfworks.com> <41E5DDE4.6060905@mindspring.com> <41E5EF78.35D69E27@erols.com> Message-ID: <41E5F0ED.7070505@elfworks.com> >>>>>> >>>>>>Just then Marion Mauberley walked back in to the Beamans' flat, >>>>>>accompanied by Anton and Oswald. She was carrying what looked >>>>>>like a small bundle of letters. Her eyes sought out Philip. >>>>>> >>>>>>"Flight Officer Powell?" >>>>> >>>>>"He's in the kitchen," said Florence. "With Hodges and Mrs Skeffington >>>>>Nottle." >>>> >>>>Marion glanced over at the two men who had accompanied her. "Shall >>>>we?" She headed for the kitchen, looking purposeful. >> >>His curiousity peaked by the return of Marion and company, with the >>mysterious items, James quietly followed the trio into the kitchen. >> >> >>>"Wait... what'd you find?" Marjorie asked as held a small >>>pocket knife on the flat of her hand. > > > Marion looked over her shoulder at Marjorie and gave her an odd > half-smile. "Apparently ... undelivered mail," she said. > > >>"Two clues." James murmured, looking between Marjorie and Cyril and >>Warren on the one hand, and Marion, Oswald and Anton on the other. Marjorie gasped, her jaw dropping. "I deliver the mail just fine, thank you very much," she said indignantly. "Where'd you find those letters?" From margdean at erols.com Wed Jan 12 22:56:17 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Wed Jan 12 22:57:20 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com><002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com><00a501c4f8d5$f0b67b70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5717A.60703@elfworks.com> <41E58F04.CB589C66@erols.com> <010d01c4f8fc$96bfb650$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5B3E2.C200BE17@erols.com> <41E5CB58.90103@elfworks.com> <41E5DDE4.6060905@mindspring.com> <41E5EF78.35D69E27@erols.com> <41E5F0ED.7070505@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <41E5F161.8C374865@erols.com> Heather Mace wrote: > > >>>>>> > >>>>>>Just then Marion Mauberley walked back in to the Beamans' flat, > >>>>>>accompanied by Anton and Oswald. She was carrying what looked > >>>>>>like a small bundle of letters. Her eyes sought out Philip. > >>>>>> > >>>>>>"Flight Officer Powell?" > >>>>> > >>>>>"He's in the kitchen," said Florence. "With Hodges and Mrs Skeffington > >>>>>Nottle." > >>>> > >>>>Marion glanced over at the two men who had accompanied her. "Shall > >>>>we?" She headed for the kitchen, looking purposeful. > >> > >>His curiousity peaked by the return of Marion and company, with the > >>mysterious items, James quietly followed the trio into the kitchen. > >> > >> > >>>"Wait... what'd you find?" Marjorie asked as held a small > >>>pocket knife on the flat of her hand. > > > > > > Marion looked over her shoulder at Marjorie and gave her an odd > > half-smile. "Apparently ... undelivered mail," she said. > > > > > >>"Two clues." James murmured, looking between Marjorie and Cyril and > >>Warren on the one hand, and Marion, Oswald and Anton on the other. > > Marjorie gasped, her jaw dropping. "I deliver the mail > just fine, thank you very much," she said indignantly. > "Where'd you find those letters?" "In the back of a painting," Marion answered. "Don't worry, since they're not stamped I don't think they ever had a chance to pass through your hands." --Margaret Dean From hmace at elfworks.com Thu Jan 13 00:33:53 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Thu Jan 13 00:33:53 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <41E5F161.8C374865@erols.com> References: <20050111144438.44126.qmail@web50704.mail.yahoo.com><005701c4f810$2fefb3e0$0202a8c0@Behemoth><006301c4f810$bea70ac0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <011801c4f829$8e991080$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4A30C.3040307@elfworks.com><002901c4f87c$de741840$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E4DB04.6040902@elfworks.com><00a501c4f8d5$f0b67b70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5717A.60703@elfworks.com> <41E58F04.CB589C66@erols.com> <010d01c4f8fc$96bfb650$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <41E5B3E2.C200BE17@erols.com> <41E5CB58.90103@elfworks.com> <41E5DDE4.6060905@mindspring.com> <41E5EF78.35D69E27@erols.com> <41E5F0ED.7070505@elfworks.com> <41E5F161.8C374865@erols.com> Message-ID: <41E60841.4060507@elfworks.com> >>>>>> >>>>>>Marion glanced over at the two men who had accompanied her. "Shall >>>>>>we?" She headed for the kitchen, looking purposeful. >>>> >>>>His curiousity peaked by the return of Marion and company, with the >>>>mysterious items, James quietly followed the trio into the kitchen. >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>>>"Wait... what'd you find?" Marjorie asked as held a small >>>>>pocket knife on the flat of her hand. >>> >>> >>>Marion looked over her shoulder at Marjorie and gave her an odd >>>half-smile. "Apparently ... undelivered mail," she said. >>> >>> >>> >>>>"Two clues." James murmured, looking between Marjorie and Cyril and >>>>Warren on the one hand, and Marion, Oswald and Anton on the other. >> >>Marjorie gasped, her jaw dropping. "I deliver the mail >>just fine, thank you very much," she said indignantly. >>"Where'd you find those letters?" > > > "In the back of a painting," Marion answered. "Don't worry, > since they're not stamped I don't think they ever had a chance to > pass through your hands." "oh," Marjorie said, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Well... he's in there. But maybe... you should have him come out here, since I found this black thread on his pen knife. And I think," Marjorie picked up the scrap of black fabric cut from the blackout curtain, "it might be a match to this." She held up the scrap in her other hand and compared the two. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Fri Jan 14 07:28:24 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Fri Jan 14 07:28:33 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <41E60841.4060507@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <008701c4fa34$8dd6bb40$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Shortly after Marjorie's return, Philip emerged from the kithen and was immediately aware of a number of pairs of eyes upon him. "What news?" he asked no one in particular. From margdean at erols.com Fri Jan 14 07:55:28 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Fri Jan 14 07:56:22 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <008701c4fa34$8dd6bb40$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41E7C140.AAA36B7E@erols.com> Brian Schoner wrote: > > Shortly after Marjorie's return, Philip emerged from the kithen and was > immediately aware of a number of pairs of eyes upon him. "What news?" he > asked no one in particular. Marion Mauberley walked up to him and extended a small bundle of envelopes, one of them open. "You have mail." --Margaret Dean From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Fri Jan 14 08:01:29 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Fri Jan 14 08:01:33 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <41E7C140.AAA36B7E@erols.com> Message-ID: <008b01c4fa39$2cd06030$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > Marion Mauberley walked up to him and extended a small bundle > of envelopes, one of them open. "You have mail." "What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the bundle. "And someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you get these?" he asked, as he glanced through the envelopes to see where (or, more precisely, who) they came from. From margdean at erols.com Fri Jan 14 08:20:38 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Fri Jan 14 08:22:34 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <008b01c4fa39$2cd06030$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41E7C726.F9A587F5@erols.com> Brian Schoner wrote: > > > Marion Mauberley walked up to him and extended a small bundle > > of envelopes, one of them open. "You have mail." > > "What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the bundle. "And > someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you get these?" he asked, as he > glanced through the envelopes to see where (or, more precisely, who) they > came from. "I found them," answered Marion, watching him closely, "tucked into the back of a painting." --Margaret Dean From veazeyae at gmail.com Fri Jan 14 12:44:39 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Fri Jan 14 12:44:41 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <41E7C726.F9A587F5@erols.com> References: <008b01c4fa39$2cd06030$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <41E7C726.F9A587F5@erols.com> Message-ID: > > "What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the bundle. "And > > someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you get these?" he asked, as he > > glanced through the envelopes to see where (or, more precisely, who) they > > came from. > > "I found them," answered Marion, watching him closely, "tucked > into the back of a painting." Warren looked up from the three bottles, frowning. "And a very strange residue inside this bottle of pills." From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Fri Jan 14 12:51:29 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Fri Jan 14 12:51:29 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20050114175129.97004.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> --- Allen Veazey wrote: > > > "What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the > bundle. "And > > > someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you get these?" he > asked, as he > > > glanced through the envelopes to see where (or, more precisely, > who) they > > > came from. > > > > "I found them," answered Marion, watching him closely, "tucked > > into the back of a painting." > > Warren looked up from the three bottles, frowning. "And a > very strange residue inside this bottle of pills." Cyril stood beside Warren, watching Phillip's reaction carefully. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com From jvstin at gmail.com Fri Jan 14 14:33:31 2005 From: jvstin at gmail.com (Jvstin) Date: Fri Jan 14 14:33:30 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <20050114175129.97004.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050114175129.97004.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <36e1ae03050114113350f542d0@mail.gmail.com> On Fri, 14 Jan 2005 09:51:29 -0800 (PST), Brenda McCartney wrote: > > --- Allen Veazey wrote: > > > > > "What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the > > bundle. "And > > > > someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you get these?" he > > asked, as he > > > > glanced through the envelopes to see where (or, more precisely, > > who) they > > > > came from. > > > > > > "I found them," answered Marion, watching him closely, "tucked > > > into the back of a painting." > > > > Warren looked up from the three bottles, frowning. "And a > > very strange residue inside this bottle of pills." > > Cyril stood beside Warren, watching Phillip's reaction carefully. > "What sort of residue, Warren?" James asked. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Fri Jan 14 16:52:53 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Fri Jan 14 16:52:58 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <20050114175129.97004.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <00ce01c4fa83$68f1e6c0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> >>>> "What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the >>>> bundle. "And someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you >>>> get these?" he asked, as he glanced through the envelopes to >>>> see where (or, more precisely, who) they came from. >>> >>> "I found them," answered Marion, watching him closely, >>> "tucked into the back of a painting." Philip looked up at her with apparent incomprehension. "A painting? What...?" He then looked down and began reading the letters intently, starting with the opened one. >> Warren looked up from the three bottles, frowning. "And a >> very strange residue inside this bottle of pills." > > Cyril stood beside Warren, watching Phillip's reaction carefully. Philip appeared engrossed in the letters, and seemed not to notice Warren's comment or any attention being paid to it (or to him). From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Fri Jan 14 18:27:28 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Fri Jan 14 18:27:28 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <00ce01c4fa83$68f1e6c0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <20050114175129.97004.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> <00ce01c4fa83$68f1e6c0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <3b089f7c05011415275c3103c8@mail.gmail.com> On Fri, 14 Jan 2005 16:52:53 -0500, Brian Schoner wrote: > >>>> "What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the > >>>> bundle. "And someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you > >>>> get these?" he asked, as he glanced through the envelopes to > >>>> see where (or, more precisely, who) they came from. > >>> > >>> "I found them," answered Marion, watching him closely, > >>> "tucked into the back of a painting." > > Philip looked up at her with apparent incomprehension. "A painting? > What...?" He then looked down and began reading the letters intently, > starting with the opened one. > > >> Warren looked up from the three bottles, frowning. "And a > >> very strange residue inside this bottle of pills." > > > > Cyril stood beside Warren, watching Phillip's reaction carefully. > > Philip appeared engrossed in the letters, and seemed not to notice Warren's > comment or any attention being paid to it (or to him). "Officer Powell, I'd like your sidearm if you please?" Michael requested with enough command to jar the junior officer. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Fri Jan 14 22:51:57 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Fri Jan 14 22:52:00 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <3b089f7c05011415275c3103c8@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <00d501c4fab5$923751a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > "Officer Powell, I'd like your sidearm if you please?" > Michael requested with enough command to jar the junior officer. Philip had been devouring the first letter, his eyes filled first with surprise, then shock, then...despair? The Captain's order did jar him loose from the letter, but only long enough for Philip to look up, facing but not truly seeing Michael, and say hoarsely, "It was mine." Without taking any action in response to Michael's command, which he barely seemed to have heard, Philip ripped open the second envelope and read the letter within in an almost frenzied manner. His breathing grew faster and heavier as he did, coming out of him in what could almost be described as moans. From ladyofamber at gmail.com Sat Jan 15 02:29:32 2005 From: ladyofamber at gmail.com (ladyofamber@gmail.com) Date: Sat Jan 15 02:29:32 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <00d501c4fab5$923751a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <3b089f7c05011415275c3103c8@mail.gmail.com> <00d501c4fab5$923751a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: > > Without taking any action in response to Michael's command, which he barely > seemed to have heard, Philip ripped open the second envelope and read the > letter within in an almost frenzied manner. His breathing grew faster and > heavier as he did, coming out of him in what could almost be described as > moans. Marjorie's shoulders sagged then. She looked down at the table with the items, slowly putting the knife and the cloth down next to each other. "You thought it wasn't yours." she half whispered. "You thought... it was someone elses, didn't you?" she asked without looking up. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 15 14:46:55 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 15 14:46:57 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <3b089f7c05011415275c3103c8@mail.gmail.com><00d501c4fab5$923751a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <00df01c4fb3a$f7ac36b0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Without taking any action in response to Michael's command, which he >> barely >> seemed to have heard, Philip ripped open the second envelope and read the >> letter within in an almost frenzied manner. His breathing grew faster and >> heavier as he did, coming out of him in what could almost be described as >> moans. > > Marjorie's shoulders sagged then. She looked down at the table with > the items, slowly putting the knife and the cloth down next to each other. > > "You thought it wasn't yours." she half whispered. "You thought... it > was someone elses, didn't you?" she asked without looking up. "Or ... did you even know she was pregnant at all?" asks Lucinda. "Until ... tonight?" "What did the first letter say?" Oswald asks Marion quietly. From margdean at erols.com Sat Jan 15 16:06:32 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Sat Jan 15 16:07:03 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <3b089f7c05011415275c3103c8@mail.gmail.com><00d501c4fab5$923751a0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <00df01c4fb3a$f7ac36b0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41E985D8.CE1A6BDD@erols.com> Mel Mason wrote: > > >> Without taking any action in response to Michael's command, which he > >> barely seemed to have heard, Philip ripped open the second envelope > >> and read the letter within in an almost frenzied manner. His breathing > >> grew faster and heavier as he did, coming out of him in what could > >> almost be described as moans. > > > > Marjorie's shoulders sagged then. She looked down at the table with > > the items, slowly putting the knife and the cloth down next to each > > other. > > > > "You thought it wasn't yours." she half whispered. "You thought... it > > was someone elses, didn't you?" she asked without looking up. > > "Or ... did you even know she was pregnant at all?" asks Lucinda. "Until > ... tonight?" > > "What did the first letter say?" Oswald asks Marion quietly. "She ... Miss Diamond ... wrote to him to tell him of her pregnancy. And that she meant to -- end it, for fear of the effects on her career," Marion answered in a low voice. --Margaret Dean From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sat Jan 15 16:36:47 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sat Jan 15 16:36:50 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <41E985D8.CE1A6BDD@erols.com> Message-ID: <000501c4fb4a$53ebf1e0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Philip appeared oblivious to the conversation around him as he finished the second letter, then tore the third envelope open. As he read this letter, the constant moans coming through his lips resolved into a single word, uttered over and over again. "No." Finally, finishing the third letter, he looked up at Marion, the one who had handed him the letters. His eyes were filled with tears. "Why weren't these sent?" he asked hoarsely. "Why didn't I get them?" He stared around the room, his jaw quivering with barely-suppressed emotion. Finally, his eyes settled on Marjorie, and the next words out of his mouth could only be described as a bellow of rage, and sorrow, and loss. "WHY WEREN'T THESE DELIVERED TO ME?!?!?" From margdean at erols.com Sat Jan 15 18:21:01 2005 From: margdean at erols.com (Margaret Dean) Date: Sat Jan 15 18:21:32 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <000501c4fb4a$53ebf1e0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41E9A55D.55B45C8A@erols.com> Brian Schoner wrote: > > Philip appeared oblivious to the conversation around him as he finished > the second letter, then tore the third envelope open. As he read this > letter, the constant moans coming through his lips resolved into a single > word, uttered over and over again. > > "No." > > Finally, finishing the third letter, he looked up at Marion, the one who > had handed him the letters. His eyes were filled with tears. "Why weren't > these sent?" he asked hoarsely. "Why didn't I get them?" He stared around > the room, his jaw quivering with barely-suppressed emotion. Finally, his > eyes settled on Marjorie, and the next words out of his mouth could only > be described as a bellow of rage, and sorrow, and loss. > > "WHY WEREN'T THESE DELIVERED TO ME?!?!?" "There isn't any need to shout at Miss Higgins," Marion said quietly. "The letters have no stamps, so I doubt they were ever posted. I think perhaps they were intercepted. Possibly by Marty Fitzroy, since they were found in his office. Or..." Her gaze went almost involuntarily to Esme. --Margaret Dean From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sat Jan 15 18:27:20 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sat Jan 15 18:27:21 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <41E9A55D.55B45C8A@erols.com> Message-ID: <000601c4fb59$c537dc10$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > > "WHY WEREN'T THESE DELIVERED TO ME?!?!?" > > "There isn't any need to shout at Miss Higgins," Marion said > quietly. "The letters have no stamps, so I doubt they were > ever posted. I think perhaps they were intercepted. > Possibly by Marty Fitzroy, since they were found in his > office. Or..." Her gaze went almost involuntarily to Esme. Without hesitating, Philip whirled and bore down on Esme. "WHO DID THIS?!?" From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 15 19:32:51 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 15 19:32:57 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <000501c4fb4a$53ebf1e0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <41E9A55D.55B45C8A@erols.com> Message-ID: <010c01c4fb62$ea05ec40$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Finally, finishing the third letter, he looked up at Marion, the one who >> had handed him the letters. His eyes were filled with tears. "Why weren't >> these sent?" he asked hoarsely. "Why didn't I get them?" He stared around >> the room, his jaw quivering with barely-suppressed emotion. Finally, his >> eyes settled on Marjorie, and the next words out of his mouth could only >> be described as a bellow of rage, and sorrow, and loss. >> >> "WHY WEREN'T THESE DELIVERED TO ME?!?!?" > > "There isn't any need to shout at Miss Higgins," Marion said > quietly. "The letters have no stamps, so I doubt they were ever > posted. I think perhaps they were intercepted. Possibly by > Marty Fitzroy, since they were found in his office. Or..." Her > gaze went almost involuntarily to Esme. > Esme shook her head, looking rather like a startled rabbit. "I imagine it was Fitzroy who prevented your getting the letters," said Oswald. "Just as it was Fotzroy who arranged Nola's abortion. But what I don't understand is ... if you didn't know about this in advance, why did you poison Fiotzroy?" From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sat Jan 15 19:34:11 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sat Jan 15 19:34:15 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge References: <000601c4fb59$c537dc10$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <011201c4fb63$197e2cd0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> > "WHY WEREN'T THESE DELIVERED TO ME?!?!?" >> >> "There isn't any need to shout at Miss Higgins," Marion said >> quietly. "The letters have no stamps, so I doubt they were >> ever posted. I think perhaps they were intercepted. >> Possibly by Marty Fitzroy, since they were found in his >> office. Or..." Her gaze went almost involuntarily to Esme. > > Without hesitating, Philip whirled and bore down on Esme. "WHO DID > THIS?!?" > Esme shook her head, looking rather like a startled rabbit. "I didn't," she faltered. "I never ... " "I imagine it was Fitzroy who prevented your getting the letters," said Oswald. "Just as it was Fotzroy who arranged Nola's abortion. But what I don't understand is ... if you didn't know about this in advance, why did you poison Fiotzroy?" From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Sun Jan 16 11:13:15 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Sun Jan 16 11:13:15 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <011201c4fb63$197e2cd0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <000901c4fbe6$4bed76c0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> > > Without hesitating, Philip whirled and bore down on Esme. "WHO DID > > THIS?!?" > > > Esme shook her head, looking rather like a startled rabbit. > > "I didn't," she faltered. "I never ... " > > "I imagine it was Fitzroy who prevented your getting the > letters," said Oswald. "Just as it was Fotzroy who arranged > Nola's abortion. But what I don't understand is ... if you > didn't know about this in advance, why did you poison Fitzroy?" "I knew it was him," Philip said, though it wasn't clear if he was responding to Oswald's question or just thinking out loud. "I knew he had turned her against me somehow. After all we had planned together...everything I had given up for her...she would never have behaved the way she did. Never have said what she did to me. I knew it was his fault..." Philip broke off, staring speculatively at the unconscious Fitzroy. From rmpruehs at cac.net Sun Jan 16 13:17:28 2005 From: rmpruehs at cac.net (Ree Moorhead Pruehs) Date: Sun Jan 16 13:20:24 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <000901c4fbe6$4bed76c0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> References: <011201c4fb63$197e2cd0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <000901c4fbe6$4bed76c0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <6.2.0.14.0.20050116131400.03e361b0@mail.cac.net> At 11:13 AM 1/16/2005, you wrote: > > > Without hesitating, Philip whirled and bore down on Esme. "WHO DID > > > THIS?!?" > > > > > Esme shook her head, looking rather like a startled rabbit. > > > > "I didn't," she faltered. "I never ... " > > > > "I imagine it was Fitzroy who prevented your getting the > > letters," said Oswald. "Just as it was Fotzroy who arranged > > Nola's abortion. But what I don't understand is ... if you > > didn't know about this in advance, why did you poison Fitzroy?" > >"I knew it was him," Philip said, though it wasn't clear if he was >responding to Oswald's question or just thinking out loud. "I knew he had >turned her against me somehow. After all we had planned >together...everything I had given up for her...she would never have behaved >the way she did. Never have said what she did to me. I knew it was his >fault..." > >Philip broke off, staring speculatively at the unconscious Fitzroy. Vangie, still irritated that no one had brought her her cat, nodded soberly to herself. =If you'd have told me the truth, I would have helped you any way I could. You wanted to shift the blame instead, Philip. Now you've lost it all.= From veazeyae at gmail.com Sun Jan 16 22:41:44 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Sun Jan 16 22:41:40 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <6.2.0.14.0.20050116131400.03e361b0@mail.cac.net> References: <011201c4fb63$197e2cd0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <000901c4fbe6$4bed76c0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <6.2.0.14.0.20050116131400.03e361b0@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: On Sun, 16 Jan 2005 13:17:28 -0500, Ree Moorhead Pruehs wrote: > At 11:13 AM 1/16/2005, you wrote: > > > > Without hesitating, Philip whirled and bore down on Esme. "WHO DID > > > > THIS?!?" > > > > > > > Esme shook her head, looking rather like a startled rabbit. > > > > > > "I didn't," she faltered. "I never ... " > > > > > > "I imagine it was Fitzroy who prevented your getting the > > > letters," said Oswald. "Just as it was Fotzroy who arranged > > > Nola's abortion. But what I don't understand is ... if you > > > didn't know about this in advance, why did you poison Fitzroy?" > > > >"I knew it was him," Philip said, though it wasn't clear if he was > >responding to Oswald's question or just thinking out loud. "I knew he had > >turned her against me somehow. After all we had planned > >together...everything I had given up for her...she would never have behaved > >the way she did. Never have said what she did to me. I knew it was his > >fault..." > > > >Philip broke off, staring speculatively at the unconscious Fitzroy. > > Vangie, still irritated that no one had brought her her cat, nodded soberly > to herself. =If you'd have told me the truth, I would have helped you any > way I could. You wanted to shift the blame instead, Philip. Now you've lost > it all.= Warren was nodding now, watching the scene before him. "And Miss Diamond?" From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Mon Jan 17 07:39:15 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Mon Jan 17 07:39:11 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: References: <011201c4fb63$197e2cd0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <000901c4fbe6$4bed76c0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> <6.2.0.14.0.20050116131400.03e361b0@mail.cac.net> Message-ID: <3b089f7c050117043933d2e24@mail.gmail.com> > > >Philip broke off, staring speculatively at the unconscious Fitzroy. > > > > Vangie, still irritated that no one had brought her her cat, nodded soberly > > to herself. =If you'd have told me the truth, I would have helped you any > > way I could. You wanted to shift the blame instead, Philip. Now you've lost > > it all.= > > Warren was nodding now, watching the scene before him. "And > Miss Diamond?" Michael had unsnapped the flap on his holster and his hand was on his sidearm, not taking any action, but concerned that desperate people take desperate actions. His eyes watched Powell closely. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Mon Jan 17 07:53:05 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Mon Jan 17 07:53:01 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge In-Reply-To: <3b089f7c050117043933d2e24@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20050117125305.88666.qmail@web50709.mail.yahoo.com> --- Knave of Amber wrote: > > > >Philip broke off, staring speculatively at the unconscious > Fitzroy. > > > > > > Vangie, still irritated that no one had brought her her cat, > nodded soberly > > > to herself. =If you'd have told me the truth, I would have > helped you any > > > way I could. You wanted to shift the blame instead, Philip. Now > you've lost > > > it all.= > > > > Warren was nodding now, watching the scene before him. "And > > Miss Diamond?" > > Michael had unsnapped the flap on his holster and his hand was on his > sidearm, not taking any action, but concerned that desperate people > take desperate actions. His eyes watched Powell closely. Cyril moved to stand slightly in front of Florence, interposing himself between her and Phillip in case there was trouble. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Read only the mail you want - Yahoo! Mail SpamGuard. http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail From Nowsounds at comcast.net Tue Jan 18 14:42:19 2005 From: Nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds@comcast.net) Date: Tue Jan 18 14:42:15 2005 Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge Message-ID: <011820051942.1635.41ED669B00039EEC0000066322007623029C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> > > > Warren was nodding now, watching the scene before him. "And > > > Miss Diamond?" > > > > Michael had unsnapped the flap on his holster and his hand was on his > > sidearm, not taking any action, but concerned that desperate people > > take desperate actions. His eyes watched Powell closely. > > Cyril moved to stand slightly in front of Florence, interposing himself > between her and Phillip in case there was trouble. Arabella came in just then. After her talk with Pamela she'd gone back downstairs to check on Flash, strangely confident that nothing ill would befall her... She saw the tension, sensed it, and knew that it was centered on Evangeline's young nephew. "What has happened?" she asked. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: /pipermail/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc/attachments/20050118/945e816b/attachment.htm From Brian.Schoner at BellSouth.com Tue Jan 18 15:22:43 2005 From: Brian.Schoner at BellSouth.com (Schoner, Brian) Date: Tue Jan 18 15:23:57 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG] Message-ID: <272200DA1F3BC5418E2C925D433BAEE30A27D3@01al10015010153.ad.bls.com> >>>> Warren was nodding now, watching the scene before him. "And >>>> Miss Diamond?" >>> >>> Michael had unsnapped the flap on his holster and his hand >>> was on his sidearm, not taking any action, but concerned that >>> desperate people take desperate actions. His eyes watched >>> Powell closely. >> >> Cyril moved to stand slightly in front of Florence, interposing >> himself between her and Phillip in case there was trouble. > > Arabella came in just then. After her talk with Pamela she'd > gone back downstairs to check on Flash, strangely confident > that nothing ill would befall her... She saw the tension, > sensed it, and knew that it was centered on Evangeline's young > nephew. "What has happened?" she asked. Philip, for his part, seemed unaware of the questions, unaware of the eyes on him. "The things she said," he murmured at last. "I didn't know why she was being so cruel...I thought...someone else..." He turned to face Arabella, seemingly at random. "I never got the letters," he said apologetically. "When I went to see her, I didn't know..." The story came out in bits and pieces, sobbed or shouted fragments that could only be assembled into a coherent whole through laborious backtracking and re-questioning of the broken young man. Many of the details were unclear, and some might never be known; but as the horrible spectacle played itself out, it seemed that it had happened something like this... [Text below is joint work of Brian and Mel.] ========== He crept quietly out from the darkened party, circling around the inner hall. Nola had come this way; where would she have gone? Anton's flat, of course. But if she was there, Anton certainly wouldn't be playing so calmly. Not with Nola in the state she was in. This wasn't a good time for them to have the conversation they needed, but if it didn't happen now... The door to Anton's flat was open, as the ass Fitzroy had ordered, and the piano notes were drifting through the door and into the dark. But they didn't sound right. Something...a faint crackle among the notes. A record player. Philip had to stifle a bitter laugh. Served Fitzroy right. But if Anton wasn't at the piano, where was he? More importantly, where was Nola? Straightening his spine, he walked in to see. The room in near darkness. The only lightwas a dim one near the recpord player, and from a half-extinguished cigarette smouldering in an ashtray. Nola was standing by the piano, leaning over it, and Philip could imagine her long fingers caressing the keys ... the pianist ... Then she turned sharply, and Philip realised that Barowenski wasn't sitting at the piano - that they were, in fact, alone. "Oh," she said, her tone dismissive. "It's you. I thought it was Anton." "I'm sure you did," he said, finally letting loose the bitterness that he had kept in check all evening. "Obviously, though, he has more important things to do than spend time with you." Instantly, he regretted his tone. Nola had always had that effect on him, making him angry, then making him regret the anger, even without saying a word. "You need someone who's willing, and able, to give you the time and attention you deserve," he said softly. "Someone who appreciates you for what you are." He gently rested his left hand on her shoulder, running her famous hair lightly through his fingers. "Nola, don't give up what we have. You have so much anger in you...let me help make it better." "Make it better?" she said scornfully. "Don't you see, you fool, you make it worse? What would I want with a coward, a crippled coward who runs away from his comrades and his duty? Why should I take you, Philip, when so many men are willing, brave men? Whole men?" She looked down at his crippled hand and shuddered. His first impulse was to strike her, ball up his fist and slam in into her face; but some part of him sensed that, in some crazed way, that would be what she wanted. Or was he too afraid? He turned away, thrusting his hands into his uniform pockets. The ever-curled fingers of his right hand, with what little sensation they still had, felt something as they bumped into it. The landing gear release; he remembered now. That was what he had been reaching for, through the fire. He could have opened the landing gear cleanly; a single tug on the handle, and let go, and his hand would have been singed but unharmed. One simple tug, a clean landing, a few days in bandages and back into the air. But the squadron was going to start missions over France in a week, and the thought of going across the Channel terrified him. Air combat didn't scare him; he had flown, and flown well, in the skies above London. But the idea of doing so over water, or over foreign soil, was somehow terrifying to him. He had seen wounded men mustered out, and felt an envy that he could barely admit to himself. And so, his hand on the landing release, he had waited, gritting his teeth against the pain as the flames licked at his jacket, then gnawed at his arm. Waited for the burns to be bad enough. He had to be sure; he didn't dare undergo this agony in vain. It had to be severe enough to end his career. So he waited, until he knew that waiting any longer would leave him too badly injured to release the gear at all. His fingers had still been wrapped around the release handle when he was pulled from the plane; they had had to sever the cable to get him out. Someone had come to him in hospital and showed him the cable, talked about it as a symbol of his bravery, asked if he still wanted it. Philip, dazed by morphine and hating his own weakness, had looked away and murmured something about a souvenir. He had found the handle, still with a few feet of cable attached, tucked into his jacket pocket when he left the hospital. He had left it there, not wanting to see it. And here it was. His crippled fingers still wrapped around it easily, and why should they not? It was the last thing they had ever held, would ever hold. They would certainly never hold Nola again. That was when it happened. Something in Philip's soul, which had held him to the standards that men call civilized, snapped -- quietly and decisively. He looked back at Nola -- drunk, bitter, hateful, beautiful -- and she had already turned away, caressing the piano keys like she had once caressed him. He brought his right hand out with the handle gripped in it, took the end of the cable in his left, wrapped it instictively around his left hand a few times. Without a word, he dropped it over her beautiful, pale neck, then pulled. Before it reached her windpipe, she said something -- a word? A name? He'd never know, and didn't care. He pulled her back, away from the piano, away from anything that could make a noise. And as he strangled her -- her heels bashing at his shins, her nails clawing at his hands, at her throat, clawing for air -- part of him thought that this, too, was somehow what Nola wanted. She fought - oh, how fiercely she fought that silent battle for life. But her hairs fell forward over that face that was lovely no more as she slowly grew still, and limp in his hands. And then there was no movement, no more hoarse breath. She was resting against him, as she should always have rested, gentle, biddable. A moment, an eternal moment, when she was utterly his. Then the record came to an end, and Philip was once again in the here and now, with Anton's cigarette still smouldering in the ashtray and Nola dead in his arms. ========== ***** "The information transmitted is intended only for the person or entity to which it is addressed and may contain confidential, proprietary, and/or privileged material. Any review, retransmission, dissemination or other use of, or taking of any action in reliance upon, this information by persons or entities other than the intended recipient is prohibited. If you received this in error, please contact the sender and delete the material from all computers." 118 From Nowsounds at comcast.net Tue Jan 18 15:28:44 2005 From: Nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds@comcast.net) Date: Tue Jan 18 15:28:39 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG] Message-ID: <011820052028.29371.41ED717C00001330000072BB22070029539C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> > She fought - oh, how fiercely she fought that silent battle for life. > But her hairs fell forward over that face that was lovely no more as she > slowly grew still, and limp in his hands. And then there was no > movement, no more hoarse breath. She was resting against him, as she > should always have rested, gentle, biddable. A moment, an eternal > moment, when she was utterly his. > > Then the record came to an end, and Philip was once again in the here > and now, with Anton's cigarette still smouldering in the ashtray and > Nola dead in his arms. "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went out, in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who had died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor, anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy, to her own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of them. Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for something - perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding... -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: /pipermail/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc/attachments/20050118/f92e6dc7/attachment.htm From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Tue Jan 18 15:35:14 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Tue Jan 18 15:35:08 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG] In-Reply-To: <011820052028.29371.41ED717C00001330000072BB22070029539C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> References: <011820052028.29371.41ED717C00001330000072BB22070029539C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> Message-ID: <3b089f7c05011812352bd25d26@mail.gmail.com> On Tue, 18 Jan 2005 20:28:44 +0000, Nowsounds@comcast.net wrote: > > She fought - oh, how fiercely she fought that silent battle for life. > > But her hairs fell forward over that face that was lovely no more as she > > slowly grew still, and limp in his hands. And then there was no > > movement, no more hoarse breath. She was resting against him, as she > > should always have rested, gentle, biddable. A moment, an eternal > > moment, when she was utterly his. > > > > Then the record came to an end, and Philip was once again in the here > > and now, with Anton's cigarette still smouldering in the ashtray and > > Nola dead in his arms. > "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went out, > in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who had > died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor, > anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy, to her > own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of them. > Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for something - > perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding... Michael's eyes offered strength and support as he offered her a handkerchief, his hand touching hers and lingering a few moments. From Nowsounds at comcast.net Tue Jan 18 15:38:32 2005 From: Nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds@comcast.net) Date: Tue Jan 18 15:38:30 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG] Message-ID: <011820052038.16390.41ED73C8000B89DC0000400622007481849C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> > > "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went out, > > in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who had > > died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor, > > anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy, to her > > own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of them. > > Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for something - > > perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding... > > Michael's eyes offered strength and support as he offered her a > handkerchief, his hand touching hers and lingering a few moments. She allowed the touch, took comfort in it... indeed their little secret seemed as nothing compared to the torments that had swirled around them in Mortmain Mansions... then brushed the handkerchief lightly under her eyes, which had become moist. She looked for Pamela... "What happens now?" she asked. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: /pipermail/murder_at_christmas_gamera.cc/attachments/20050118/4d9d9612/attachment.htm From jvstin at gmail.com Tue Jan 18 15:42:14 2005 From: jvstin at gmail.com (Jvstin) Date: Tue Jan 18 15:42:10 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG] In-Reply-To: <011820052038.16390.41ED73C8000B89DC0000400622007481849C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> References: <011820052038.16390.41ED73C8000B89DC0000400622007481849C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> Message-ID: <36e1ae0305011812425e387c74@mail.gmail.com> On Tue, 18 Jan 2005 20:38:32 +0000, Nowsounds@comcast.net wrote: > > > > "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went > out, > > > in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who > had > > > died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor, > > > anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy, to > her > > > own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of > them. > > > Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for something > - > > > perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding... > > > > Michael's eyes offered strength and support as he offered her a > > handkerchief, his hand touching hers and lingering a few moments. > She allowed the touch, took comfort in it... indeed their little secret > seemed as nothing compared to the torments that had swirled around them in > Mortmain Mansions... then brushed the handkerchief lightly under her eyes, > which had become moist. She looked for Pamela... "What happens now?" she > asked. James looked shocked, amazed, and most of all, saddened by the tragedy described. He looked down at the ground for a moment, and then back at everyone else. "The endgame." he said softly. "The fall of knights, bishops and rooks, leaving just a few of us pawns on the board, alone, to carry on after the blood and fire." From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Tue Jan 18 16:41:51 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Tue Jan 18 16:41:47 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG] In-Reply-To: <36e1ae0305011812425e387c74@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20050118214151.46147.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> --- Jvstin wrote: > On Tue, 18 Jan 2005 20:38:32 +0000, Nowsounds@comcast.net > wrote: > > > > > > "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her > heart went > > out, > > > > in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola > Diamond, who > > had > > > > died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this > poor, > > > > anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme > Fitzroy, to > > her > > > > own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to > all of > > them. > > > > Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for > something > > - > > > > perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding... > > > > > > Michael's eyes offered strength and support as he offered her a > > > handkerchief, his hand touching hers and lingering a few moments. > > > She allowed the touch, took comfort in it... indeed their little > secret > > seemed as nothing compared to the torments that had swirled around > them in > > Mortmain Mansions... then brushed the handkerchief lightly under > her eyes, > > which had become moist. She looked for Pamela... "What happens > now?" she > > asked. > > > James looked shocked, amazed, and most of all, saddened by the > tragedy > described. He looked down at the ground for a moment, and then back > at everyone else. > > "The endgame." he said softly. "The fall of knights, bishops and > rooks, leaving just a few of us pawns on the board, alone, to carry > on > after the blood and fire." In the background, Cyril nodded and his blue eyes behind the spectacles looked tired and sad. He stood with his arms around Florence, who was weeping quietly into his shoulder. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Take Yahoo! Mail with you! Get it on your mobile phone. http://mobile.yahoo.com/maildemo From hmace at elfworks.com Tue Jan 18 17:15:18 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Tue Jan 18 17:09:31 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG] Message-ID: <200501181715.AA1990000774@elfworks.com> >>>>> Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, >>>>> searching for something - >>>>> perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding... > >>>> Michael's eyes offered strength and support as he offered her a >>>> handkerchief, his hand touching hers and lingering a few moments. >> >>> She allowed the touch, took comfort in it... indeed their >>> little secret seemed as nothing compared to the torments >>> that had swirled around them in Mortmain Mansions... then >>> brushed the handkerchief lightly under her eyes, which had >>> become moist. She looked for Pamela... "What happens now?" >>> she asked. >> >> >> James looked shocked, amazed, and most of all, saddened by >> the tragedy described. He looked down at the ground for a >> moment, and then back at everyone else. >> >> "The endgame." he said softly. "The fall of knights, bishops >> and rooks, leaving just a few of us pawns on the board, >> alone, to carry on after the blood and fire." > >In the background, Cyril nodded and his blue eyes behind the >spectacles looked tired and sad. He stood with his arms around >Florence, who was weeping quietly into his shoulder. "So... did you poison Mr. Fitzroy, too?" Marjorie asked Philip from where she stood awkwardly by the other evidence. "Cause of Nola?" she said, not looking directly at Philip. ________________________________________________________________ Sent via the WebMail system at elfworks.com From dorothea at textartisan.com Tue Jan 18 17:09:00 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Tue Jan 18 17:11:14 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG] In-Reply-To: <20050118214151.46147.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050118214151.46147.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41ED88FC.5070803@textartisan.com> > In the background, Cyril nodded and his blue eyes behind the spectacles > looked tired and sad. He stood with his arms around Florence, who was > weeping quietly into his shoulder. Pamela put down a soiled cloth with which she had been cleaning Fitzroy's face. "If we can... keep him alive," she said to her mother, "it's a reduced sentence, I think... but I don't know how much... and I do hope the ambulance gets here soon, because..." From veazeyae at gmail.com Tue Jan 18 17:18:28 2005 From: veazeyae at gmail.com (Allen Veazey) Date: Tue Jan 18 17:18:23 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG] In-Reply-To: <41ED88FC.5070803@textartisan.com> References: <20050118214151.46147.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> <41ED88FC.5070803@textartisan.com> Message-ID: > > In the background, Cyril nodded and his blue eyes behind the spectacles > > looked tired and sad. He stood with his arms around Florence, who was > > weeping quietly into his shoulder. > > Pamela put down a soiled cloth with which she had been cleaning > Fitzroy's face. "If we can... keep him alive," she said to her mother, > "it's a reduced sentence, I think... but I don't know how much... and I > do hope the ambulance gets here soon, because..." "I don't know if they will, with the UXB outside," Warren said, his voice hushed. From Nowsounds at comcast.net Tue Jan 18 17:30:56 2005 From: Nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds@comcast.net) Date: Tue Jan 18 17:30:52 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG] Message-ID: <011820052230.20455.41ED8E2000022BB000004FE722007511509C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> > > Pamela put down a soiled cloth with which she had been cleaning > Fitzroy's face. "If we can... keep him alive," she said to her mother, > "it's a reduced sentence, I think... but I don't know how much... and I > do hope the ambulance gets here soon, because..." Arabella nodded her understanding and agreement. She gave Michael back his handkerchief, and this time allowed her hand to stay in his. She didn't know what the future would bring, but now, more than ever, she understood the importance of the moment. She smiled slightly at her daughter, wanting her to know how proud she was of her... -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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She didn't know > what the future would bring, but now, more than > ever, she understood the importance of the moment. > She smiled slightly at her daughter, wanting her to > know how proud she was of her...> Nicola moved her ear from the door to the kitchen and shook her head sadly. She had heard it all and was overwhelmed with sadness... and anger. "Oh, Nola," she sighed for the second time that evening. "Why did you have to be so cruel?" She walked towards the settee and sat down. One hand absentmindedly made its way up to her hair and fingered the combs holding it in place. Expensive. Classy. Useless. She pulled hard, removing the combs, looked at them momentarily and then let them fall from her hand. She didn't care if she ever saw them again. A few tears fell from her eyes, splattering onto her velvet dress. Never before had she wanted so badly to just be home. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - now with 250MB free storage. Learn more. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Tue Jan 18 19:38:03 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Tue Jan 18 19:38:19 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) References: <011820052028.29371.41ED717C00001330000072BB22070029539C0B029A019C9901B2@comcast.net> Message-ID: <01da01c4fdbf$35c0b8a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > She fought - oh, how fiercely she fought that silent battle for life. > But her hairs fell forward over that face that was lovely no more as she > slowly grew still, and limp in his hands. And then there was no > movement, no more hoarse breath. She was resting against him, as she > should always have rested, gentle, biddable. A moment, an eternal > moment, when she was utterly his. > > Then the record came to an end, and Philip was once again in the here > and now, with Anton's cigarette still smouldering in the ashtray and > Nola dead in his arms. "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went out, in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who had died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor, anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy, to her own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of them. Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for something - perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding... Michael's eyes offered strength and support as he offered her a handkerchief, his hand touching hers and lingering a few moments. She allowed the touch, took comfort in it... indeed their little secret seemed as nothing compared to the torments that had swirled around them in Mortmain Mansions... then brushed the handkerchief lightly under her eyes, which had become moist. She looked for Pamela... "What happens now?" she asked. Oswald, who was standing and watching, glanced at Michael, and then shook his head. "He's confessed to murder," he said quietly. "In front of us all. James looked shocked, amazed, and most of all, saddened by the tragedy described. He looked down at the ground for a moment, and then back at everyone else. "The endgame." he said softly. "The fall of knights, bishops and rooks, leaving just a few of us pawns on the board, alone, to carry on after the blood and fire." In the background, Cyril nodded and his blue eyes behind the spectacles looked tired and sad. He stood with his arms around Florence, who was weeping quietly into his shoulder. Pamela put down a soiled cloth with which she had been cleaning Fitzroy's face. "If we can... keep him alive," she said to her mother, "it's a reduced sentence, I think... but I don't know how much... and I do hope the ambulance gets here soon, because..." Arabella nodded her understanding and agreement. She gave Michael back his handkerchief, and this time allowed her hand to stay in his. She didn't know what the future would bring, but now, more than ever, she understood the importance of the moment. She smiled slightly at her daughter, wanting her to know how proud she was of her... "I don't know if they will, with the UXB outside," Warren said, his voice hushed. Lucinda and Oswald exchanged glances at Pamela's words ... and Oswald shook his head very slightly. Nicola moved her ear from the door to the kitchen and shook her head sadly. She had heard it all and was overwhelmed with sadness... and anger. "Oh, Nola," she sighed for the second time that evening. "Why did you have to be so cruel?" She walked towards the settee and sat down. One hand absentmindedly made its way up to her hair and fingered the combs holding it in place. Expensive. Classy. Useless. She pulled hard, removing the combs, looked at them momentarily and then let them fall from her hand. She didn't care if she ever saw them again. A few tears fell from her eyes, splattering onto her velvet dress. Never before had she wanted so badly to just be home. "I think," said Lucinda, "that the cruelty was Mr Fitzroy's, in holding back the letters. If he hadn't ... Officer Powell would probably have stood by her. She wouldn't have needed to get that abortion from ... was it your sister, Mrs Fitzroy? In Bethnal Green?" Esme nodded. "She'd almost given it up," she said, dabbing at her eyes with a small lace handkerchief. "But Marty ... Marty would still send her girls who got into trouble." Perhaps Esme was labouring under a slight illusion her about the scale of her sister's continuing career. "And Nola was one of them," said Lucinda. "And when she was so angry and bitter tonight ... perhaps it was a combination of the pain she must have been feeling ... I wonder if she took anything to alleviate that. A combination of the pain, and a sense of betrayal at seeing the man who - she thought - had ignored her. Abandoned her. All because Marty Fitzroy decided to hide those letters ... and keep his client." "So... did you poison Mr. Fitzroy, too?" Marjorie asked Philip from where she stood awkwardly by the other evidence. "Cause of Nola?" she said, not looking directly at Philip. From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Tue Jan 18 23:08:36 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Tue Jan 18 23:08:40 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) In-Reply-To: <01da01c4fdbf$35c0b8a0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <000201c4fddc$8faf0160$96f1fea9@BriansPC> It seemed as though the rush of disjointed words had taken all energy out of Philip. He sat in the same chair, slumped over, hanging his head, looking as nearly-dead as Marty Fitzroy. The conversation and conjecture seemed to wash over him, leaving him unchanged, until... > "So... did you poison Mr. Fitzroy, too?" Marjorie asked > Philip from where she stood awkwardly by the other evidence. > "Cause of Nola?" she said, not looking directly at Philip. "I told you," he said, hoarsely, without raising his head. "I knew it was his fault. Whatever had made Nola behave the way she did...I knew he was to blame. And now I know what he did." "Bastard," he added a moment later. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 19 02:56:43 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 19 02:56:33 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) References: <000201c4fddc$8faf0160$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <003501c4fdfc$6c3ba290$0202a8c0@Behemoth> It seemed as though the rush of disjointed words had taken all energy out of Philip. He sat in the same chair, slumped over, hanging his head, looking as nearly-dead as Marty Fitzroy. The conversation and conjecture seemed to wash over him, leaving him unchanged, until... > "So... did you poison Mr. Fitzroy, too?" Marjorie asked > Philip from where she stood awkwardly by the other evidence. > "Cause of Nola?" she said, not looking directly at Philip. "I told you," he said, hoarsely, without raising his head. "I knew it was his fault. Whatever had made Nola behave the way she did...I knew he was to blame. And now I know what he did." "Bastard," he added a moment later. Oswald glanced at Michael, and the Warren - the officers present. "Perhaps," he suggested, "Officer Powell should be detained - alone - until the police arrive. One of the rooms in Fitzroy's flat." From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Wed Jan 19 06:12:26 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Wed Jan 19 06:12:24 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) In-Reply-To: <003501c4fdfc$6c3ba290$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050119111226.3744.qmail@web50706.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > > It seemed as though the rush of disjointed words had taken all energy > out of > Philip. He sat in the same chair, slumped over, hanging his head, > looking as > nearly-dead as Marty Fitzroy. The conversation and conjecture seemed > to wash > over him, leaving him unchanged, until... > > > "So... did you poison Mr. Fitzroy, too?" Marjorie asked > > Philip from where she stood awkwardly by the other evidence. > > "Cause of Nola?" she said, not looking directly at Philip. > > "I told you," he said, hoarsely, without raising his head. "I knew it > was > his fault. Whatever had made Nola behave the way she did...I knew he > was to > blame. And now I know what he did." > > "Bastard," he added a moment later. > > > Oswald glanced at Michael, and the Warren - the officers present. > > "Perhaps," he suggested, "Officer Powell should be detained - alone - > until > the police arrive. One of the rooms in Fitzroy's flat." "No," Cyril piped up quickly. "Don't take him back to Fitzroy's." His expression revealed a bit of sympathy for the officer who had been driven so far as to commit murder. "Use my spare bedroom." __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The all-new My Yahoo! - What will yours do? http://my.yahoo.com From kris.kunkel at gmail.com Wed Jan 19 07:36:38 2005 From: kris.kunkel at gmail.com (Knave of Amber) Date: Wed Jan 19 07:36:35 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) In-Reply-To: <20050119111226.3744.qmail@web50706.mail.yahoo.com> References: <003501c4fdfc$6c3ba290$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <20050119111226.3744.qmail@web50706.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <3b089f7c05011904367b9ad8f4@mail.gmail.com> > "No," Cyril piped up quickly. "Don't take him back to Fitzroy's." His > expression revealed a bit of sympathy for the officer who had been > driven so far as to commit murder. "Use my spare bedroom." "Sir?" he answered Oswald. An ironic smile crossed his lips for the barest instant before he asked, "I suppose the study would be a poor choice, oh, scratch that... too far up this time." Businesslike again, Michael turned back to Phillip. "Officer Powell, again, I must ask for your sidearm." "If you wish, I might offer some legal advice, the first of which is to say no more until the bobbies arrive and secondly is hope that it's the Yard and not the Service that gets a hold of you," he suggested. From jvstin at gmail.com Wed Jan 19 15:54:13 2005 From: jvstin at gmail.com (Jvstin) Date: Wed Jan 19 15:54:09 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) In-Reply-To: <3b089f7c05011904367b9ad8f4@mail.gmail.com> References: <003501c4fdfc$6c3ba290$0202a8c0@Behemoth> <20050119111226.3744.qmail@web50706.mail.yahoo.com> <3b089f7c05011904367b9ad8f4@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <36e1ae0305011912548d81cd3@mail.gmail.com> On Wed, 19 Jan 2005 07:36:38 -0500, Knave of Amber wrote: > > "No," Cyril piped up quickly. "Don't take him back to Fitzroy's." His > > expression revealed a bit of sympathy for the officer who had been > > driven so far as to commit murder. "Use my spare bedroom." > > "Sir?" he answered Oswald. An ironic smile crossed his lips for the > barest instant before he asked, "I suppose the study would be a poor > choice, oh, scratch that... too far up this time." > > Businesslike again, Michael turned back to Phillip. "Officer Powell, > again, I must ask for your sidearm." > > "If you wish, I might offer some legal advice, the first of which is > to say no more until the bobbies arrive and secondly is hope that it's > the Yard and not the Service that gets a hold of you," he suggested. > James agreed, although with clear reluctance on his face. He look at Philip. "No matter what you did do, you do have rights as a subject of the empire." From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Wed Jan 19 23:44:13 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Wed Jan 19 23:44:15 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) In-Reply-To: <3b089f7c05011904367b9ad8f4@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <000001c4feaa$b3d172c0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> >> Businesslike again, Michael turned back to Phillip. "Officer >> Powell, again, I must ask for your sidearm." Philip looked at Michael with a slight air of confusion, as though he had no idea what the senior officer was asking, or why. After a moment, however, he docilely removed the pistol from its holster (left-handed, so somewhat awkwardly) and handed it, butt-first, to Michael. >> "If you wish, I might offer some legal advice, the first of >> which is to say no more until the bobbies arrive and secondly >> is hope that it's the Yard and not the Service that gets a >> hold of you," he suggested. >> > James agreed, although with clear reluctance on his face. He > look at Philip. > > "No matter what you did do, you do have rights as a subject of > the empire." Philip nodded quietly, but said nothing. From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Thu Jan 20 16:08:21 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Thu Jan 20 16:10:29 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) References: <000001c4feaa$b3d172c0$96f1fea9@BriansPC> Message-ID: <022901c4ff34$2cc692d0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> Businesslike again, Michael turned back to Phillip. "Officer >> Powell, again, I must ask for your sidearm." Philip looked at Michael with a slight air of confusion, as though he had no idea what the senior officer was asking, or why. After a moment, however, he docilely removed the pistol from its holster (left-handed, so somewhat awkwardly) and handed it, butt-first, to Michael. >> "If you wish, I might offer some legal advice, the first of >> which is to say no more until the bobbies arrive and secondly >> is hope that it's the Yard and not the Service that gets a >> hold of you," he suggested. >> > James agreed, although with clear reluctance on his face. He > look at Philip. > > "No matter what you did do, you do have rights as a subject of > the empire." Philip nodded quietly, but said nothing. "Then Mr Beaman's spare bedroom, if you are sure?" Oswald glanced at that gentlemen. There seemed to be a question in his eyes. "And ... perhaps ... someone should guard the door." He took a few steps closer to Philip. "Of course, if all this comes out in a trial ... I'm afraid there'll be no hiding Miss Diamond's condition." From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Thu Jan 20 16:22:25 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Thu Jan 20 16:22:22 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) In-Reply-To: <022901c4ff34$2cc692d0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <000401c4ff36$26153f20$6101a8c0@BriansPC> > He took a few steps closer to Philip. "Of course, if all > this comes out in a trial ... I'm afraid there'll be no hiding > Miss Diamond's condition." Philip looked up at Oswald. More than anything else, he looked tired. "What does it matter?" he asked softly. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Thu Jan 20 16:30:09 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Thu Jan 20 16:30:06 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) In-Reply-To: <022901c4ff34$2cc692d0$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <20050120213009.43983.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mel Mason wrote: > > >> Businesslike again, Michael turned back to Phillip. "Officer > >> Powell, again, I must ask for your sidearm." > > Philip looked at Michael with a slight air of confusion, as though he > had no > idea what the senior officer was asking, or why. After a moment, > however, he > docilely removed the pistol from its holster (left-handed, so > somewhat > awkwardly) and handed it, butt-first, to Michael. > > >> "If you wish, I might offer some legal advice, the first of > >> which is to say no more until the bobbies arrive and secondly > >> is hope that it's the Yard and not the Service that gets a > >> hold of you," he suggested. > >> > > James agreed, although with clear reluctance on his face. He > > look at Philip. > > > > "No matter what you did do, you do have rights as a subject of > > the empire." > > Philip nodded quietly, but said nothing. > > "Then Mr Beaman's spare bedroom, if you are sure?" Oswald glanced at > that > gentlemen. There seemed to be a question in his eyes. Cyril nodded. "Certainly," he answered. >[Oswald continued} "And ... > perhaps ... > someone should guard the door." > > He took a few steps closer to Philip. "Of course, if all this comes > out in > a trial ... I'm afraid there'll be no hiding Miss Diamond's > condition." > Philip looked up at Oswald. More than anything else, he looked tired. "What does it matter?" he asked softly. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - now with 250MB free storage. Learn more. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From dorothea at textartisan.com Thu Jan 20 19:18:33 2005 From: dorothea at textartisan.com (Dorothea Salo) Date: Thu Jan 20 19:20:46 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) In-Reply-To: <20050120213009.43983.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20050120213009.43983.qmail@web50705.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <41F04A59.4070909@textartisan.com> > Philip looked up at Oswald. More than anything else, he looked tired. > "What > does it matter?" he asked softly. Pamela said something under her breath to Tabitha and left Fitzroy's side, taking her bag with her. As she passed Oswald, she murmured, "He shouldn't be left alone, sir. I don't care to be party to another death tonight." Without awaiting an answer, she knelt by Philip's chair. "Hold out your hand, if you would, please," she said, with as much kindness as the plain words would hold. "You've bled through your bandage there." From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Thu Jan 20 23:01:49 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Thu Jan 20 23:01:46 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) In-Reply-To: <41F04A59.4070909@textartisan.com> Message-ID: <001901c4ff6d$f1950590$6101a8c0@BriansPC> > Pamela said something under her breath to Tabitha and > left Fitzroy's side, taking her bag with her. As she passed > Oswald, she murmured, "He shouldn't be left alone, sir. I > don't care to be party to another death tonight." > > Without awaiting an answer, she knelt by Philip's > chair. "Hold out your hand, if you would, please," she said, > with as much kindness as the plain words would hold. "You've > bled through your bandage there." Philip looked at her, seeming to really focus on another person for the first time in a while. Slowly, he extended his hand. "I'm sorry," he said. After a moment, he added, "I wish...", then trailed off as if embarassed that he had spoken at all. From rpruehs at Itctransco.com Fri Jan 21 09:48:19 2005 From: rpruehs at Itctransco.com (Pruehs, Ree M.) Date: Fri Jan 21 09:48:16 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) Message-ID: > > Pamela said something under her breath to Tabitha and > > left Fitzroy's side, taking her bag with her. As she passed > > Oswald, she murmured, "He shouldn't be left alone, sir. I > > don't care to be party to another death tonight." > > > > Without awaiting an answer, she knelt by Philip's > > chair. "Hold out your hand, if you would, please," she said, > > with as much kindness as the plain words would hold. "You've > > bled through your bandage there." > > Philip looked at her, seeming to really focus on another > person for the first time in a while. Slowly, he extended his > hand. "I'm sorry," he said. After a moment, he added, "I > wish...", then trailed off as if embarassed that he had spoken at all. "I will see my solicitor in the morning," Vangie said abruptly, apropos of nothing. "On Philip's behalf, of course. He will not be without legal representation. The best." She had directed the last comment to Michael. Casting an ironical eye at her great-nephew, she added,"We must, after all, take steps to minimize the scandal in the family." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Sun Jan 23 07:26:25 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Sun Jan 23 07:26:29 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) References: Message-ID: <006101c50146$c1bfd400$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > > Pamela said something under her breath to Tabitha and > > left Fitzroy's side, taking her bag with her. As she passed > > Oswald, she murmured, "He shouldn't be left alone, sir. I > > don't care to be party to another death tonight." > > > > Without awaiting an answer, she knelt by Philip's > > chair. "Hold out your hand, if you would, please," she said, > > with as much kindness as the plain words would hold. "You've > > bled through your bandage there." > > Philip looked at her, seeming to really focus on another > person for the first time in a while. Slowly, he extended his > hand. "I'm sorry," he said. After a moment, he added, "I > wish...", then trailed off as if embarassed that he had spoken at all. "I will see my solicitor in the morning," Vangie said abruptly, apropos of nothing. "On Philip's behalf, of course. He will not be without legal representation. The best." She had directed the last comment to Michael. Casting an ironical eye at her great-nephew, she added,"We must, after all, take steps to minimize the scandal in the family." "That would be best," agreed Oswald. "Officer Powell, will you come with us please?" He rose to escort the Officer to the lower floor, and the Beaman's spare bedroom. (OOC - I think Michael is with us - anyone else coming?) As they went down the stairs, a creaking could be heard from the lift, and a distant door slam. "That's probably the police," said Oswald. "We don't have very long, it seems." He was watching Philip closely. From jvstin at mindspring.com Sun Jan 23 10:14:11 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Sun Jan 23 10:14:36 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) In-Reply-To: <006101c50146$c1bfd400$0202a8c0@Behemoth> References: <006101c50146$c1bfd400$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <41F3BF43.7050300@mindspring.com> on 1/23/2005 6:26 AM Mel Mason said the following: > >> > Pamela said something under her breath to Tabitha and >> > left Fitzroy's side, taking her bag with her. As she passed >> > Oswald, she murmured, "He shouldn't be left alone, sir. I >> > don't care to be party to another death tonight." >> > >> > Without awaiting an answer, she knelt by Philip's >> > chair. "Hold out your hand, if you would, please," she said, >> > with as much kindness as the plain words would hold. "You've >> > bled through your bandage there." >> >> Philip looked at her, seeming to really focus on another >> person for the first time in a while. Slowly, he extended his >> hand. "I'm sorry," he said. After a moment, he added, "I >> wish...", then trailed off as if embarassed that he had spoken at all. > > > "I will see my solicitor in the morning," Vangie said abruptly, apropos > of nothing. "On Philip's behalf, of course. He will not be without legal > representation. The best." She had directed the last comment to Michael. > Casting an ironical eye at her great-nephew, she added,"We must, after > all, take steps to minimize the scandal in the family." > > > "That would be best," agreed Oswald. "Officer Powell, will you come > with us please?" > > He rose to escort the Officer to the lower floor, and the Beaman's spare > bedroom. > Without saying a word, preferring actions to chatter, James turned and followed the group down the stairs, taking up the rear position in the queue on the staircase. > (OOC - I think Michael is with us - anyone else coming?) > > As they went down the stairs, a creaking could be heard from the lift, > and a distant door slam. > > "That's probably the police," said Oswald. "We don't have very long, it > seems." > > He was watching Philip closely. -- Internal Virus Database is out-of-date. Checked by AVG Anti-Virus. Version: 7.0.300 / Virus Database: 265.6.5 - Release Date: 12/26/2004 From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Mon Jan 24 10:20:53 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Mon Jan 24 10:21:13 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) In-Reply-To: <41F3BF43.7050300@mindspring.com> Message-ID: <001c01c50228$4e6868e0$6101a8c0@BriansPC> > > "That would be best," agreed Oswald. "Officer Powell, will you come > > with us please?" > > > > He rose to escort the Officer to the lower floor, and the Beaman's > > spare bedroom. > > Without saying a word, preferring actions to chatter, James > turned and followed the group down the stairs, taking up the rear > position in the queue on the staircase. > > > As they went down the stairs, a creaking could be heard > > from the lift, and a distant door slam. > > > > "That's probably the police," said Oswald. "We don't have > > very long, it seems." > > > > He was watching Philip closely. Philip seemed unaware of Oswald's scrutiny, but abruptly stopped on the stairs. "My pain pills," he said. "Could someone get them for me? My hand is aching, and I doubt I'll be able to get them again for a while." From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Wed Jan 26 15:15:37 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Wed Jan 26 15:16:22 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) References: <001c01c50228$4e6868e0$6101a8c0@BriansPC> Message-ID: <008701c503e3$ccb39d70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> > Without saying a word, preferring actions to chatter, James > turned and followed the group down the stairs, taking up the rear > position in the queue on the staircase. > > > As they went down the stairs, a creaking could be heard > > from the lift, and a distant door slam. > > > > "That's probably the police," said Oswald. "We don't have > > very long, it seems." > > > > He was watching Philip closely. Philip seemed unaware of Oswald's scrutiny, but abruptly stopped on the stairs. "My pain pills," he said. "Could someone get them for me? My hand is aching, and I doubt I'll be able to get them again for a while." "Whereabouts are they?" asked Oswald. "I'll get them." From brianschoner at bellsouth.net Wed Jan 26 23:12:52 2005 From: brianschoner at bellsouth.net (Brian Schoner) Date: Wed Jan 26 23:13:03 2005 Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." responses (Oswald and Lucinda too) In-Reply-To: <008701c503e3$ccb39d70$0202a8c0@Behemoth> Message-ID: <003101c50426$7ba7ccb0$6101a8c0@BriansPC> > Philip seemed unaware of Oswald's scrutiny, but abruptly > stopped on the stairs. "My pain pills," he said. "Could > someone get them for me? My hand is aching, and I doubt I'll > be able to get them again for a while." > > "Whereabouts are they?" asked Oswald. "I'll get them." "Up in the flat," Philip replied, gesturing vaguely upward. "I emptied my pockets onto the table...I suppose they're still there." From hmace at elfworks.com Sat Jan 29 20:13:25 2005 From: hmace at elfworks.com (Heather Mace) Date: Sat Jan 29 20:13:23 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <003101c50426$7ba7ccb0$6101a8c0@BriansPC> References: <003101c50426$7ba7ccb0$6101a8c0@BriansPC> Message-ID: <41FC34B5.9020002@elfworks.com> 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. From Nowsounds at comcast.net Sat Jan 29 20:18:44 2005 From: Nowsounds at comcast.net (Nowsounds) Date: Sat Jan 29 20:18:38 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <003101c50426$7ba7ccb0$6101a8c0@BriansPC> <41FC34B5.9020002@elfworks.com> Message-ID: <001301c50669$a42c3320$6401a8c0@Barbara> > > As the officers led Philip out to another room Marjorie put down > the other bits of evidence, left them on the table. "Now we know > who did it..." she said, looking disturbed. She avoided looking > around at the other people in the room as she sat down again by > the door. Arabella went to Evangeline. "My dear... I am so sorry. Is there anything we can do?" From jvstin at mindspring.com Sat Jan 29 21:09:43 2005 From: jvstin at mindspring.com (Jvstin(Mindspring)) Date: Sat Jan 29 21:10:02 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <001301c50669$a42c3320$6401a8c0@Barbara> References: <003101c50426$7ba7ccb0$6101a8c0@BriansPC> <41FC34B5.9020002@elfworks.com> <001301c50669$a42c3320$6401a8c0@Barbara> Message-ID: <41FC41E7.3000400@mindspring.com> on 1/29/2005 7:18 PM Nowsounds said the following: > >> >> 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?" > "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. From windeaglebjm at yahoo.com Sun Jan 30 06:15:56 2005 From: windeaglebjm at yahoo.com (Brenda McCartney) Date: Sun Jan 30 06:16:02 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." In-Reply-To: <41FC41E7.3000400@mindspring.com> Message-ID: <20050130111556.30802.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> --- "Jvstin(Mindspring)" wrote: > on 1/29/2005 7:18 PM Nowsounds said the following: > > > >> > >> 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?" > > > > "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. 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. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - now with 250MB free storage. Learn more. http://info.mail.yahoo.com/mail_250 From goldfired at oxmust.co.uk Mon Jan 31 19:13:35 2005 From: goldfired at oxmust.co.uk (Mel Mason) Date: Mon Jan 31 19:13:28 2005 Subject: [MaC] "Now we know..." References: <20050130111556.30802.qmail@web50702.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <01a801c507f2$df20b570$0202a8c0@Behemoth> >> >> 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?" >> > >> >> "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. > > 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?"