[MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

[Heather Mace]

> 
> "Fine," Philip muttered.
> 
> His right hand was a mass of old burns, the skin darkly scabbed over and the
> fingers permanently crooked in a clawlike position. On the inside of the
> first and second joints of all four fingers, however, the scabs seemed
> recently broken through, revealing a small amount of drying blood and some
> of the pink flesh underneath. The bandages showed small amounts of blood in
> the appropriate places, and nothing else.
> 
> "I slipped on some rubble downstairs while trying to get the police here,
> and had to catch myself on the door-frame with this hand," Philip said.
> "Hurt like the dickens, it did, but...well, it's not as though it did any
> permanent harm to the hand, after all." He smiled grimly. "Mr. Beaman and
> Mr. Davis were there, they can tell you. Now, may I wash this hand? If there
> is any more poison lying around, I'd prefer not to get it into an open
> wound..."

Marjorie swallowed hard as she looked at the wound.
Silently she nodded as she stepped back, looking
rather embarrassed.