[MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

[Margaret Dean]

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

Marion glanced over at the two men who had accompanied her. 
"Shall we?"  She headed for the kitchen, looking purposeful.


--Margaret Dean
  <margdean at erols.com>