[MaC] Everything Stops for Tea

[Mel Mason]

>> "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 
... "