[MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

[Mel Mason]

>>> "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.

The liver salts seemed to be just that - pure, unadulterated liver salts.

>>>
>>> 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.
> 
Cyril mused, "You know, I did see him stumble and catch himself on the
door frame, but I didn't actually see his hand afterward.  I'm not
certain the way he caught himself would have caused that injury
pattern.  I would've expected to see scrapes on his palm instead."

There was no grease on the knife.

But caught very near the hinge there did seem to be a single black thread.