[MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

[Jonathan Katalenic]

>>
>>"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.

Nicola turned to Marjorie and began to speak, "During
the party, right before the blackout, we were all in
our little clumps. Some of us were by the bar, some
were toasting and some were off in the corner sulking.
When the lights went out, we all wandered just a
little, trying to make our way around the room
comfortably, but certainly nobody was going to go
traipsing through a strange flat in the dark- there
was too much risk of falling over something or bumping
into somebody, correct?"

She continued, "So when the lights came back on, most
of us were, for better or worse, pretty near to the
people we were close to when the lights came back on.
I was in a group with Lady Pamela, Lord Richard and
Mr. Drake," she said, pointing each out in turn. "Lady
Pamela was there and Mr. Drake was there, but Lord
Richard was not. He was out of the room and he didn't
come back in until a few minutes later, after Mr.
Barowenski came in and announced that Nola had been
killed. He had a cut on his hand and he'd wrapped it
in gauze."

Her speech became quicker and her manner more
flustered, "He said that he'd cut it on his
pocketknife while going in his pocket for his lighter.
And I didn't think anything of it at the time, but
later I realized- why didn't we hear him cry out? If
you were reaching in the dark for something and
suddenly cut yourself, you'd certainly make a noise or
two, but we didn't hear anything. So either he was out
of the room when he cut his hand on the pocketknife,
which, like I said earlier, makes no sense because
there would be no reason to go wandering around a
strange flat in the dark... or he cut his hand in a
different way."


		
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