[MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

[Heather Mace]

>>"And wasn't Miss Diamond pregnant by an officer?" she asked
>>the room hesitantly while continuing to watch Philip.  "He's
>>an officer. And he says he heard me in the lounge, but I
>>didn't hear him."
> 
> 
> "I would be surprised if you had, madam, since I didn't *say* anything until
> I offered to go downstairs and meet the Warden," Philip replied, somewhat
> testily. "And I believe that the identity of Miss Diamond's...lover...is a
> matter of hearsay and nothing more. Even if it's true, there are a number of
> officers here, and I daresay more than a few others in London. Even if we
> assume that the rumor is correct, *and* that that was the motive for her
> murder -- which is by no means given, as you yourself have pointed out --
> that hardly points a finger at me alone."
> 
> 
>>"Maybe... someone should check Mr. Powell's pockets for a
>>knife or something that could hold poison?" she suggested.
> 
> 
> "I'll save you the trouble," Philip snapped. Reaching into his left-hand
> trouser pocket, he pulled out a small and ordinary-looking penknife, along
> with a wallet, a few loose coins and a set of keys, and dumped the lot onto
> a nearby table. He then turned the pocket inside-out to prove that it was
> empty, then reached awkwardly across to do the same thing, left-handed, with
> his (empty) right-hand trouser pocket. 
> 
> "And, Miss...Higgins, is it?" He gestured towards Marjorie with his mangled
> and bandaged right hand. "If you can think of a way to strangle someone
> one-handed, do please let me know. There are so few things I can do with
> just the one hand, after all."

Marjorie frowned, thought for a moment.  Then said slowly
"You were at the bar... at the same time Miss Diamond
came back for a drink.  You even came around behind to
serve yourself... maybe... sleeping pills.. in her drink...
Then it wouldn't've been hard at all to kill her later,
even with a bad hand, eh?"