[MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

[Margaret Dean]

Heather Mace wrote:
> 
> >
> > 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.

Just then Marion Mauberley walked back in to the Beamans' flat,
accompanied by Anton and Oswald.  She was carrying what looked
like a small bundle of letters.  Her eyes sought out Philip.

"Flight Officer Powell?"


--Margaret Dean
  <margdean at erols.com>