[MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

[Heather Mace]

>>
>>"Certainly!" barked Philip, his voice rising with
>>each sentence. "I put
>>sleeping pills --  which I *always* carry in case I
>>need to murder someone
>>-- in the woman's drink, because I *knew* she would
>>wander off to Mr.
>>Barowenski's apartment, *and* that Mr. Barowenski
>>wouldn't actually be
>>playing the piano at the time, *and* that there
>>would be a blackout which
>>would give me enough time to slip across, find her
>>in the darkness, strangle
>>her -- with one end of the wire clenched in my
>>teeth, no doubt -- and then
>>come back in time to meet the warden." Philip
>>released a short, angry laugh.
>>"This is ludicrous! If we're allowed to conjure up
>>sleeping pills and God
>>knows what else out of thin air, I can write a
>>scenario that will make any
>>of us look like a murderer -- and two for you, Miss
>>Higgins. But I think
>>we'd be much better served if we stick to the facts,
>>few as they may be.
>>Shall we?"
> 
> 
> "Oh, my goodness, of course. That's it!" Nicola said.
> "Stick to it- stick together, stuck together!"

Marjorie had opened her mouth to answer Philip when
Nicola suddenly interjected.  "What are you talking
about?" she asked Nicola, astonished.