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Today's Topics:

1. Re: "Now we know..." (Mel Mason)
2. Re: "Now we know..." (ladyofamber@...)
3. RE: "Now we know..." (Pruehs, Ree M.)
4. Re: "Now we know..." (Nowsounds)
5. Re: "Now we know..." (Brenda McCartney)
6. Re: "Now we know..." (Mel Mason)
7. Re: "Now we know..." (Dorothea Salo)
8. Re: "Now we know..." (Mel Mason)
9. Re: "Now we know..." (Nowsounds)


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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 1 Feb 2005 00:13:35 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


>> >> As the officers led Philip out to another room Marjorie put down
>> >> the other bits of evidence, left them on the table. "Now we know
>> >> who did it..." she said, looking disturbed. She avoided looking
>> >> around at the other people in the room as she sat down again by
>> >> the door.
>> >
>> >
>> > Arabella went to Evangeline. "My dear... I am so sorry. Is there
>> > anything we can do?"
>> >
>>
>> "Now we do now." James agreed. "And now it is over." He glanced
>> apologetically to Evangeline, sympathy in his eyes, even if he did
>> not
>> force her to meet his gaze.
>
> Cyril stepped forward. "Mrs. Evans, can I get you anything? A glass
> of water or cup of... anything?" He changed his offer at the last
> moment. It seemed crass to offer tea considering the evening's events.
>

At this point Oswald entered.

"Officer Powell wants his pain pills," he said, and then he made his way to
the table where the Officer had earlier emptied his pockets. "Are they
still here?"

He lifted a small bottle and glanced at Vangie. "Would these be the ones?"




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Message: 2
Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2005 10:58:26 -0800
From: <ladyofamber@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."

> >
> > Cyril stepped forward. "Mrs. Evans, can I get you anything? A glass
> > of water or cup of... anything?" He changed his offer at the last
> > moment. It seemed crass to offer tea considering the evening's events.
> >
>
> At this point Oswald entered.
>
> "Officer Powell wants his pain pills," he said, and then he made his way
> to
> the table where the Officer had earlier emptied his pockets. "Are they
> still here?"
>
> He lifted a small bottle and glanced at Vangie. "Would these be the
> ones?"

"I think Mr. Warren poured out the pills to look at them," Marjorie offered.
"Over there," she pointed to where the cloths were laid out and the
white pills were.



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Message: 3
Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2005 14:03:58 -0500
From: "Pruehs, Ree M." <rpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] "Now we know..."


> >> >> As the officers led Philip out to another room Marjorie
> put down
> >> >> the other bits of evidence, left them on the table.
> "Now we know
> >> >> who did it..." she said, looking disturbed. She
> avoided looking
> >> >> around at the other people in the room as she sat down again by
> >> >> the door.
> >> >
> >> > Arabella went to Evangeline. "My dear... I am so sorry. Is there
> >> > anything we can do?"

She met Arabella's gaze with an unmistakable steel-spined resolve. "I
think now that the only person who can do anything is my solicitor.
..though if you would care to come with me, you would be welcome."

> >> "Now we do now." James agreed. "And now it is over." He glanced
> >> apologetically to Evangeline, sympathy in his eyes, even if he did
> >> not force her to meet his gaze.

She nodded, absently, her mind clearly elsewhere.

> > Cyril stepped forward. "Mrs. Evans, can I get you
> anything? A glass
> > of water or cup of... anything?" He changed his offer at the last
> > moment. It seemed crass to offer tea considering the evening's
> > events.

Vangie blinked. Her gaze cleared; she looked hopefully at Cyril. "Well,
yes, if you wouldn't mind...if you could just bring Sweetie up, so I can
finally =see= him...that would be wonderful."

> At this point Oswald entered.
>
> "Officer Powell wants his pain pills," he said, and then he
> made his way to
> the table where the Officer had earlier emptied his pockets.
> "Are they
> still here?"
>
> He lifted a small bottle and glanced at Vangie. "Would these
> be the ones?"

[ooc: Assuming they are....]

Vangie studied the bottle in his hand a moment and nodded. "Yes." She
frowned before commenting, "It's very full...I think he was just at the
chemist yesterday. He usually only takes one...two if the pain is very
bad."



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Message: 4
Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2005 14:21:05 -0500
From: "Nowsounds" <Nowsounds@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


> >> >> As the officers led Philip out to another room Marjorie
> put down
> >> >> the other bits of evidence, left them on the table.
> "Now we know
> >> >> who did it..." she said, looking disturbed. She
> avoided looking
> >> >> around at the other people in the room as she sat down again by
> >> >> the door.
> >> >
> >> > Arabella went to Evangeline. "My dear... I am so sorry. Is there
> >> > anything we can do?"

She met Arabella's gaze with an unmistakable steel-spined resolve. "I
think now that the only person who can do anything is my solicitor.
..though if you would care to come with me, you would be welcome."

"I will, of course," the Dowager said, with similar resolve. "Whenever you
wish."

> >> "Now we do now." James agreed. "And now it is over." He glanced
> >> apologetically to Evangeline, sympathy in his eyes, even if he did
> >> not force her to meet his gaze.

She nodded, absently, her mind clearly elsewhere.

> > Cyril stepped forward. "Mrs. Evans, can I get you
> anything? A glass
> > of water or cup of... anything?" He changed his offer at the last
> > moment. It seemed crass to offer tea considering the evening's
> > events.

Vangie blinked. Her gaze cleared; she looked hopefully at Cyril. "Well,
yes, if you wouldn't mind...if you could just bring Sweetie up, so I can
finally =see= him...that would be wonderful."

> At this point Oswald entered.
>
> "Officer Powell wants his pain pills," he said, and then he
> made his way to
> the table where the Officer had earlier emptied his pockets.
> "Are they
> still here?"
>
> He lifted a small bottle and glanced at Vangie. "Would these
> be the ones?"

[ooc: Assuming they are....]

Vangie studied the bottle in his hand a moment and nodded. "Yes." She
frowned before commenting, "It's very full...I think he was just at the
chemist yesterday. He usually only takes one...two if the pain is very
bad."



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Message: 5
Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2005 14:05:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."

>
> > >> >> As the officers led Philip out to another room Marjorie
> > put down
> > >> >> the other bits of evidence, left them on the table.
> > "Now we know
> > >> >> who did it..." she said, looking disturbed. She
> > avoided looking
> > >> >> around at the other people in the room as she sat down again
> by
> > >> >> the door.
> > >> >
> > >> > Arabella went to Evangeline. "My dear... I am so sorry. Is
> there
> > >> > anything we can do?"
>
> She met Arabella's gaze with an unmistakable steel-spined resolve. "I
> think now that the only person who can do anything is my solicitor.
> ...though if you would care to come with me, you would be welcome."
>
> "I will, of course," the Dowager said, with similar resolve.
> "Whenever you
> wish."
>
> > >> "Now we do now." James agreed. "And now it is over." He
> glanced
> > >> apologetically to Evangeline, sympathy in his eyes, even if he
> did
> > >> not force her to meet his gaze.
>
> She nodded, absently, her mind clearly elsewhere.
>
> > > Cyril stepped forward. "Mrs. Evans, can I get you
> > anything? A glass
> > > of water or cup of... anything?" He changed his offer at the
> last
> > > moment. It seemed crass to offer tea considering the evening's
> > > events.
>
> Vangie blinked. Her gaze cleared; she looked hopefully at Cyril.
> "Well,
> yes, if you wouldn't mind...if you could just bring Sweetie up, so I
> can
> finally =see= him...that would be wonderful."

Cyril paled, but tried to sound cheery. "Why...uh...of course, Mrs.
Evans. Certainly." He crossed the room and descended the stairs.
>
> > At this point Oswald entered.
> >
> > "Officer Powell wants his pain pills," he said, and then he
> > made his way to
> > the table where the Officer had earlier emptied his pockets.
> > "Are they
> > still here?"
> >
> > He lifted a small bottle and glanced at Vangie. "Would these
> > be the ones?"
>
> [ooc: Assuming they are....]
>
> Vangie studied the bottle in his hand a moment and nodded. "Yes." She
> frowned before commenting, "It's very full...I think he was just at
> the
> chemist yesterday. He usually only takes one...two if the pain is
> very
> bad."


Downstairs, Cyril dug his winter gloves out of his coat pockets and
donned them as he went out into the hallway. Those guests who were in
the lower level of the Beaman flat could hear "Here, kitty, kitty,
kitty" as Cyril made his way down the stairs to the floor below.



------------------------------

Message: 6
Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2005 23:36:12 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


Swooshing to include Heather's post:


> > >> >> As the officers led Philip out to another room Marjorie
> > put down
> > >> >> the other bits of evidence, left them on the table.
> > "Now we know
> > >> >> who did it..." she said, looking disturbed. She
> > avoided looking
> > >> >> around at the other people in the room as she sat down again
> by
> > >> >> the door.
> > >> >
> > >> > Arabella went to Evangeline. "My dear... I am so sorry. Is
> there
> > >> > anything we can do?"
>
> She met Arabella's gaze with an unmistakable steel-spined resolve. "I
> think now that the only person who can do anything is my solicitor.
> ...though if you would care to come with me, you would be welcome."
>
> "I will, of course," the Dowager said, with similar resolve.
> "Whenever you
> wish."
>
> > >> "Now we do now." James agreed. "And now it is over." He
> glanced
> > >> apologetically to Evangeline, sympathy in his eyes, even if he
> did
> > >> not force her to meet his gaze.
>
> She nodded, absently, her mind clearly elsewhere.
>
> > > Cyril stepped forward. "Mrs. Evans, can I get you
> > anything? A glass
> > > of water or cup of... anything?" He changed his offer at the
> last
> > > moment. It seemed crass to offer tea considering the evening's
> > > events.
>
> Vangie blinked. Her gaze cleared; she looked hopefully at Cyril.
> "Well,
> yes, if you wouldn't mind...if you could just bring Sweetie up, so I
> can
> finally =see= him...that would be wonderful."

Cyril paled, but tried to sound cheery. "Why...uh...of course, Mrs.
Evans. Certainly." He crossed the room and descended the stairs.
>
> > At this point Oswald entered.
> >
> > "Officer Powell wants his pain pills," he said, and then he
> > made his way to
> > the table where the Officer had earlier emptied his pockets.
> > "Are they
> > still here?"
> >
> > He lifted a small bottle and glanced at Vangie. "Would these
> > be the ones?"

The bottle was, however, empty.
>
> Vangie studied the bottle in his hand a moment and nodded. "Yes." She
> frowned before commenting, "It was very full...I think he was just at
> the
> chemist yesterday. He usually only takes one...two if the pain is
> very
> bad."

"I think Mr. Warren poured out the pills to look at them," Marjorie offered.
"Over there," she pointed to where the cloths were laid out and the
white pills were.

Lucinda moved over to look. "Yes, that's right," she said. She looked
thoughtfully at her husband. "Should we put them all back?"

"We don't know when he'll have the opportunity to get more," Oswald pointed
out.

Lucinda nodded and began to put the pills back in the jar.


(OOC - anyone objecting? Helping?)


Downstairs, Cyril dug his winter gloves out of his coat pockets and
donned them as he went out into the hallway. Those guests who were in
the lower level of the Beaman flat could hear "Here, kitty, kitty,
kitty" as Cyril made his way down the stairs to the floor below.

Sweetie was lying in wait behind Vangie's door, warching for intruders. It
wasn't Cyril's hands he went for. It was his ankles - with long, hooked
claws.





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Message: 7
Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2005 18:13:44 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


> Lucinda moved over to look. "Yes, that's right," she said. She looked
> thoughtfully at her husband. "Should we put them all back?"
>
> "We don't know when he'll have the opportunity to get more," Oswald
> pointed out.
>
> Lucinda nodded and began to put the pills back in the jar.
>
>
> (OOC - anyone objecting? Helping?)

"I think you might do well to hold on to them, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle,
and give them directly to the constabulary; they *are* narcotics, are
they not?" said Pamela quietly. "Give Officer Powell a dose if he needs
it, but I should not leave him with the whole bottle."



------------------------------

Message: 8
Date: Sun, 6 Feb 2005 12:42:49 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


>> Lucinda moved over to look. "Yes, that's right," she said. She looked
>> thoughtfully at her husband. "Should we put them all back?"
>>
>> "We don't know when he'll have the opportunity to get more," Oswald
>> pointed out.
>>
>> Lucinda nodded and began to put the pills back in the jar.
>>
>
> "I think you might do well to hold on to them, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, and
> give them directly to the constabulary; they *are* narcotics, are they
> not?" said Pamela quietly. "Give Officer Powell a dose if he needs it, but
> I should not leave him with the whole bottle."
>

"Good thinking," said Oswald. He took the bottle from his wife, and hurried
out of the door.

The sound of the lift they had heard earlier did indeed prove to be the
police - two detectives in plain dark trenchcooats, and two special
constables.

"I believe there has been some trouble here, Sir," said one of the
detectives. "Murder most foul, I am given to understand. Inspector Gideon,
and my colleague is Inspector Alleyn."

The irony of his tone suggested that he was not taking the matter seriously,
but his expression changed when Oswald introduce himself and, in a few
brief, well-chosen words, explained the situation.

"I'll accompany you down, Sir." Gideon looked at his colleague, and the two
constables. "Fox, you go with Alleyn. Start to collect the details of what
happened. Christie, you come with me."

They headed down the stairs towards where Philip, accompanied by James and
Michael, was still descending the stairs. They had reached the front door
by the time that the detectives and Oswald caught up with them (anyone else
going downstairs?).

"Officer Powell," said Oswald, moving towards the group. "I have you pills.
I'm sure you'll inderstand that I can't give you the whole bottle, but I
shall see it's available. What's your normal dosage?"

He started to unscrew the bottle.






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Message: 9
Date: Sun, 6 Feb 2005 22:38:45 -0500
From: "Nowsounds" <Nowsounds@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "Now we know..."


[OOC - Inspector Gideon? Inspector Alleyn? Mel, on behalf of both myself and
my mother, who introduced me to both those august gentlemen, I love you...
MC]


>>> Lucinda moved over to look. "Yes, that's right," she said. She looked
>>> thoughtfully at her husband. "Should we put them all back?"
>>>
>>> "We don't know when he'll have the opportunity to get more," Oswald
>>> pointed out.
>>>
>>> Lucinda nodded and began to put the pills back in the jar.
>>>
>>
>> "I think you might do well to hold on to them, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle,
>> and give them directly to the constabulary; they *are* narcotics, are
>> they not?" said Pamela quietly. "Give Officer Powell a dose if he needs
>> it, but I should not leave him with the whole bottle."
>>
>
> "Good thinking," said Oswald. He took the bottle from his wife, and
> hurried out of the door.
>
> The sound of the lift they had heard earlier did indeed prove to be the
> police - two detectives in plain dark trenchcooats, and two special
> constables.
>
> "I believe there has been some trouble here, Sir," said one of the
> detectives. "Murder most foul, I am given to understand. Inspector
> Gideon, and my colleague is Inspector Alleyn."
>
> The irony of his tone suggested that he was not taking the matter
> seriously, but his expression changed when Oswald introduce himself and,
> in a few brief, well-chosen words, explained the situation.
>
> "I'll accompany you down, Sir." Gideon looked at his colleague, and the
> two constables. "Fox, you go with Alleyn. Start to collect the details
> of what happened. Christie, you come with me."
>
> They headed down the stairs towards where Philip, accompanied by James and
> Michael, was still descending the stairs. They had reached the front door
> by the time that the detectives and Oswald caught up with them (anyone
> else going downstairs?).
>
> "Officer Powell," said Oswald, moving towards the group. "I have you
> pills. I'm sure you'll inderstand that I can't give you the whole bottle,
> but I shall see it's available. What's your normal dosage?"
>
> He started to unscrew the bottle.
>
>


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