[MaC] Revelations?

[Mel Mason]

>> > > 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."