[MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

[Heather Mace]

> 
> 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.

Marjorie peered at the caught thread.  "I think... this is what
they call a clue, yes?" she asked, holding the knife out to Warren
and Cyril to look at before removing it from the hinge.