[MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

[Heather Mace]

> 
> There was also a slight residue on the inside of the pill bottle.  That 
> might have come from the pills jostling around, but it seemed 
> surprisingly gritty (if Warren examines it that closely).
> 
>> 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.
>>
> 
> The knife was the sort that needed to be opened manually - a Swiss army 
> knife with a variety of blades and other implements, including a 
> corkscrew and something for taking stones out of horses' hooves.

Out of curiosity Marjorie opened each of the tools up one
at a time.  She looked at each one for any fabric fibers or
grease on any part of the tools.