[MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

[Heather Mace]

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>> "Certainly," Cyril answered.  He went into the kitchen and returned
>> immediately with two small washcloths.
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>> "Thanks," Worthington said, and carefully laid the washcloths
>> down; he then poured a little out of each bottle to compare
>> the contents.
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> 
> The pill bottle contained pills.  The other contained a slightly greyish 
> white powder, rather gritty.

Marjorie came back into the lounge at this point, a small
bottle in her hand.  She glanced around, then moved over
to where Warren was looking at the contents of the bottles.

"Here," she said to Warren.  "He had these in his pocket,
too.  Liver Salts," she said, wrinkling her nose as she
put the third bottle down near the other two.  "I think
it's yours, Mr. Beaman," she added.

Then looked over at the other contents of Philip's pockets.
"He sure did have a lot of things in his pockets," she said
as she moved closed to the wallet and pen knife and other
things Philip had relinquished.  "Anyone check these?" she
asked, picking up the pen knife and examining it.