[MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

[Heather Mace]

>>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>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.

"Wait... what'd you find?" Marjorie asked as held a small
pocket knife on the flat of her hand.