[MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]

[Heather Mace]

>>>>> Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, 
>>>>> searching for something - 
>>>>> perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding... 
>
>>>> Michael's eyes offered strength and support as he offered her a 
>>>> handkerchief, his hand touching hers and lingering a few moments.
>> 
>>> She allowed the touch, took comfort in it... indeed their 
>>> little secret seemed as nothing compared to the torments 
>>> that had swirled around them in Mortmain Mansions... then 
>>> brushed the handkerchief lightly under her eyes, which had 
>>> become moist. She looked for Pamela... "What happens now?" 
>>> she asked.
>> 
>> 
>> James looked shocked, amazed, and most of all, saddened by 
>> the tragedy described.  He looked down at the ground for a 
>> moment, and then back at everyone else.
>> 
>> "The endgame." he said softly.  "The fall of knights, bishops 
>> and rooks, leaving just a few of us pawns on the board, 
>> alone, to carry on after the blood and fire."
>
>In the background, Cyril nodded and his blue eyes behind the 
>spectacles looked tired and sad.  He stood with his arms around 
>Florence, who was weeping quietly into his shoulder.

"So... did you poison Mr. Fitzroy, too?" Marjorie asked 
Philip from where she stood awkwardly by the other evidence.  
"Cause of Nola?" she said, not looking directly at Philip.

 




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