[MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

[Mel Mason]

>> > 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?"
>

"He's in the kitchen," said Florence.  "With Hodges and Mrs Skeffington 
Nottle."