[MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy

[Mel Mason]

> "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.