[MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

[Allen Veazey]

> > > 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).
> 
> Cyril watched over Warren's shoulder as he examined the contents of the
> bottles.  "That's definitely arsenic," he pointed out, nodding at the
> gritty substance.  He squinted at the pill bottle and added, "And I
> don't know, but it almost looks like it was in that bottle, too, at
> some point."

"I had a strange feeling," Warren added, "that this might be the
case." He looked up and in the direction of the kitchen.

> > >> 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.
> 
> He glanced down at the bottle.  "It could be," he answered.

Warren carefully unfolded the washcloth farther, and placed a 
small amount of the bottle's contents near that of the pill bottle.