[MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy - collected

[Jade]

> "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. 


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