[MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

[Mel Mason]

> >Oswald turned meanwhile to Vangie Evans.
> >
> >"Is there any truth in your nephew's accusations?" he asked
> quietly.
> >"You
> >realise - there could be an investigation if he persists in
> making these
> >claims."
>
> She chuckled. "I lost my temper and told him I kept strychnine in the
> kitchen and cyanide beside my stockings, I'm afraid, when he
> started making
> insinuations to =me.= There isn't anything else of that sort
> of interest in
> my house. I wouldn't want Sweetie to get at it."

She sobered, adding in a low voice "I didn't know Miss Diamond at all,
not for more than nodding at each other in the lobby as we passed. But
Philip knew her quite well, it seems...I didn't know that either, until
just a little while ago. If matters are being investigated..." She
turned a palm up. "A pub near Church Fenton, that's all I know about
where they met, after she'd done a show at the base."

"That can be checked easily enough," said Oswald.  "Officer Powell's records 
should be available ... and so should a list of Miss Diamond's engagements."

He turned to Esme.  "Where does your husband keep the records of his 
client's engagements?" he asked.

"In his safe," faltered Esme.  "But ... I don't know tthe combination."

Anton Barowenski slid his cigarette case from his jacket, flipped it open, 
extracted a cigarette, offered the case to Marion (and anyone else who 
wanted one) and then smiled as he lit it.

"I do," he said.