[MaC] Revelations?

[Mel Mason]

>> > > "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?"