[MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

[Heather Mace]

>>>>>>
>>>>>>Marion glanced over at the two men who had accompanied her. "Shall
>>>>>>we?"  She headed for the kitchen, looking purposeful.
>>>>
>>>>His curiousity peaked by the return of Marion and company, with the
>>>>mysterious items, James quietly followed the trio into the kitchen.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>>"Wait... what'd you find?" Marjorie asked as held a small
>>>>>pocket knife on the flat of her hand.
>>>
>>>
>>>Marion looked over her shoulder at Marjorie and gave her an odd
>>>half-smile.  "Apparently ... undelivered mail," she said.
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>>"Two clues." James murmured, looking between Marjorie and Cyril and
>>>>Warren on the one hand, and Marion, Oswald and Anton on the other.
>>
>>Marjorie gasped, her jaw dropping.  "I deliver the mail
>>just fine, thank you very much," she said indignantly.
>>"Where'd you find those letters?"
> 
> 
> "In the back of a painting," Marion answered.  "Don't worry,
> since they're not stamped I don't think they ever had a chance to
> pass through your hands."

"oh," Marjorie said, looking somewhat embarrassed.  "Well... he's
in there.  But maybe... you should have him come out here, since
I found this black thread on his pen knife.  And I think,"
Marjorie picked up the scrap of black fabric cut from the blackout
curtain, "it might be a match to this."  She held up the scrap
in her other hand and compared the two.