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    4. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Jvstin)
    5. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Brenda McCartney)
    6. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Heather Mace)
    7. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Dorothea Salo)
    8. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Allen Veazey)
    9. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Nowsounds@...)
   10. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Jonathan Katalenic)


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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 20:28:44 +0000
From: Nowsounds@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


> She fought - oh, how fiercely she fought that silent battle for life.
> But her hairs fell forward over that face that was lovely no more as she
> slowly grew still, and limp in his hands. And then there was no
> movement, no more hoarse breath. She was resting against him, as she
> should always have rested, gentle, biddable. A moment, an eternal
> moment, when she was utterly his.
>
> Then the record came to an end, and Philip was once again in the here
> and now, with Anton's cigarette still smouldering in the ashtray and
> Nola dead in his arms.

"Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went out,
in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who had
died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor,
anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy, to her
own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of them.
Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for something -
perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding...
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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 15:35:14 -0500
From: Knave of Amber <kris.kunkel@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


> > She fought - oh, how fiercely she fought that silent battle for life.
> > But her hairs fell forward over that face that was lovely no more as she
> > slowly grew still, and limp in his hands. And then there was no
> > movement, no more hoarse breath. She was resting against him, as she
> > should always have rested, gentle, biddable. A moment, an eternal
> > moment, when she was utterly his.
> >
> > Then the record came to an end, and Philip was once again in the here
> > and now, with Anton's cigarette still smouldering in the ashtray and
> > Nola dead in his arms.
> "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went
> out,
> in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who had
> died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor,
> anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy, to
> her
> own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of them.
> 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.



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Message: 3
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 20:38:32 +0000
From: Nowsounds@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


> > "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went
> > out,
> > in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who
> > had
> > died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor,
> > anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy, to
> > her
> > own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of
> > them.
> > 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.
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Message: 4
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 14:42:14 -0600
From: Jvstin <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]

>
> > > "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went
> out,
> > > in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who
> had
> > > died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor,
> > > anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy,
> > > to
> her
> > > own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of
> them.
> > > 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."



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Message: 5
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 13:41:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


> > > > "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her
> heart went
> > out,
> > > > in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola
> Diamond, who
> > had
> > > > died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this
> poor,
> > > > anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme
> Fitzroy, to
> > her
> > > > own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to
> all of
> > them.
> > > > 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.


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Message: 6
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 17:15:18 -0500
From: "Heather Mace" <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


>>>>> 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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Message: 7
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 16:09:00 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


> 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.

Pamela put down a soiled cloth with which she had been cleaning
Fitzroy's face. "If we can... keep him alive," she said to her mother,
"it's a reduced sentence, I think... but I don't know how much... and I
do hope the ambulance gets here soon, because..."

<tag all and sundry>



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Message: 8
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 16:18:28 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


> > 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.
>
>        Pamela put down a soiled cloth with which she had been cleaning
> Fitzroy's face. "If we can... keep him alive," she said to her mother,
> "it's a reduced sentence, I think... but I don't know how much... and I
> do hope the ambulance gets here soon, because..."

"I don't know if they will, with the UXB outside," Warren said, his
voice hushed.



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

Message: 9
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 22:30:56 +0000
From: Nowsounds@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


>
> Pamela put down a soiled cloth with which she had been cleaning
> Fitzroy's face. "If we can... keep him alive," she said to her mother,
> "it's a reduced sentence, I think... but I don't know how much... and I
> do hope the ambulance gets here soon, because..."

Arabella nodded her understanding and agreement. She gave Michael back his
handkerchief, and this time allowed her hand to stay in his. She didn't know
what the future would bring, but now, more than ever, she understood the
importance of the moment. She smiled slightly at her daughter, wanting her
to know how proud she was of her...
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Message: 10
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 15:58:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Jonathan Katalenic <jjkatalenic@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]

> > Pamela put down a soiled cloth with which she had
> been cleaning
> > Fitzroy's face. "If we can... keep him alive," she
> said to her mother,
> > "it's a reduced sentence, I think... but I don't
> know how much... and I
> > do hope the ambulance gets here soon, because..."
>
> Arabella nodded her understanding and agreement. She
> gave Michael back his handkerchief, and this time
> allowed her hand to stay in his. She didn't know
> what the future would bring, but now, more than
> ever, she understood the importance of the moment.
> She smiled slightly at her daughter, wanting her to
> know how proud she was of her...>

Nicola moved her ear from the door to the kitchen and
shook her head sadly. She had heard it all and was
overwhelmed with sadness... and anger.

"Oh, Nola," she sighed for the second time that
evening. "Why did you have to be so cruel?" She walked
towards the settee and sat down. One hand
absentmindedly made its way up to her hair and
fingered the combs holding it in place. Expensive.
Classy. Useless. She pulled hard, removing the combs,
looked at them momentarily and then let them fall from
her hand. She didn't care if she ever saw them again.
A few tears fell from her eyes, splattering onto her
velvet dress. Never before had she wanted so badly to
just be home.



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    3. RE: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Ree Moorhead Pruehs)
    4. Re: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Allen Veazey)
    5. Re: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Knave of Amber)
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    7. Re: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Nowsounds@...)
    8. "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Schoner, Brian)


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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 00:34:11 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>> > "WHY WEREN'T THESE DELIVERED TO ME?!?!?"
>>
>> "There isn't any need to shout at Miss Higgins," Marion said
>> quietly.  "The letters have no stamps, so I doubt they were
>> ever posted.  I think perhaps they were intercepted.
>> Possibly by Marty Fitzroy, since they were found in his
>> office.  Or..."  Her gaze went almost involuntarily to Esme.
>
> Without hesitating, Philip whirled and bore down on Esme. "WHO DID
> THIS?!?"
>
Esme shook her head, looking rather like a startled rabbit.

"I didn't," she faltered.  "I never ... "

"I imagine it was Fitzroy who prevented your getting the letters," said
Oswald.  "Just as it was Fotzroy who arranged Nola's abortion.  But what I
don't understand is ... if you didn't know about this in advance, why did
you poison Fiotzroy?"








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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 11:13:15 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> > Without hesitating, Philip whirled and bore down on Esme. "WHO DID
> > THIS?!?"
> >
> Esme shook her head, looking rather like a startled rabbit.
>
> "I didn't," she faltered.  "I never ... "
>
> "I imagine it was Fitzroy who prevented your getting the
> letters," said Oswald.  "Just as it was Fotzroy who arranged
> Nola's abortion.  But what I don't understand is ... if you
> didn't know about this in advance, why did you poison Fitzroy?"

"I knew it was him," Philip said, though it wasn't clear if he was
responding to Oswald's question or just thinking out loud. "I knew he had
turned her against me somehow. After all we had planned
together...everything I had given up for her...she would never have behaved
the way she did. Never have said what she did to me. I knew it was his
fault..."

Philip broke off, staring speculatively at the unconscious Fitzroy.







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

Message: 3
Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 13:17:28 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> > > Without hesitating, Philip whirled and bore down on Esme. "WHO DID
> > > THIS?!?"
> > >
> > Esme shook her head, looking rather like a startled rabbit.
> >
> > "I didn't," she faltered.  "I never ... "
> >
> > "I imagine it was Fitzroy who prevented your getting the
> > letters," said Oswald.  "Just as it was Fotzroy who arranged
> > Nola's abortion.  But what I don't understand is ... if you
> > didn't know about this in advance, why did you poison Fitzroy?"
>
>"I knew it was him," Philip said, though it wasn't clear if he was
>responding to Oswald's question or just thinking out loud. "I knew he had
>turned her against me somehow. After all we had planned
>together...everything I had given up for her...she would never have behaved
>the way she did. Never have said what she did to me. I knew it was his
>fault..."
>
>Philip broke off, staring speculatively at the unconscious Fitzroy.

Vangie, still irritated that no one had brought her her cat, nodded soberly
to herself.  =If you'd have told me the truth, I would have helped you any
way I could. You wanted to shift the blame instead, Philip. Now you've lost
it all.=





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Message: 4
Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 21:41:44 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> > > > Without hesitating, Philip whirled and bore down on Esme. "WHO DID
> > > > THIS?!?"
> > > >
> > > Esme shook her head, looking rather like a startled rabbit.
> > >
> > > "I didn't," she faltered.  "I never ... "
> > >
> > > "I imagine it was Fitzroy who prevented your getting the
> > > letters," said Oswald.  "Just as it was Fotzroy who arranged
> > > Nola's abortion.  But what I don't understand is ... if you
> > > didn't know about this in advance, why did you poison Fitzroy?"
> >
> >"I knew it was him," Philip said, though it wasn't clear if he was
> >responding to Oswald's question or just thinking out loud. "I knew he had
> >turned her against me somehow. After all we had planned
> >together...everything I had given up for her...she would never have
> >behaved
> >the way she did. Never have said what she did to me. I knew it was his
> >fault..."
> >
> >Philip broke off, staring speculatively at the unconscious Fitzroy.
>
> Vangie, still irritated that no one had brought her her cat, nodded
> soberly
> to herself.  =If you'd have told me the truth, I would have helped you any
> way I could. You wanted to shift the blame instead, Philip. Now you've
> lost
> it all.=

Warren was nodding now, watching the scene before him. "And
Miss Diamond?"



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Message: 5
Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2005 07:39:15 -0500
From: Knave of Amber <kris.kunkel@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> > >Philip broke off, staring speculatively at the unconscious Fitzroy.
> >
> > Vangie, still irritated that no one had brought her her cat, nodded
> > soberly
> > to herself.  =If you'd have told me the truth, I would have helped you
> > any
> > way I could. You wanted to shift the blame instead, Philip. Now you've
> > lost
> > it all.=
>
> Warren was nodding now, watching the scene before him. "And
> Miss Diamond?"

Michael had unsnapped the flap on his holster and his hand was on his
sidearm, not taking any action, but concerned that desperate people
take desperate actions. His eyes watched Powell closely.



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Message: 6
Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2005 04:53:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> > > >Philip broke off, staring speculatively at the unconscious
> Fitzroy.
> > >
> > > Vangie, still irritated that no one had brought her her cat,
> nodded soberly
> > > to herself.  =If you'd have told me the truth, I would have
> helped you any
> > > way I could. You wanted to shift the blame instead, Philip. Now
> you've lost
> > > it all.=
> >
> > Warren was nodding now, watching the scene before him. "And
> > Miss Diamond?"
>
> Michael had unsnapped the flap on his holster and his hand was on his
> sidearm, not taking any action, but concerned that desperate people
> take desperate actions. His eyes watched Powell closely.

Cyril moved to stand slightly in front of Florence, interposing himself
between her and Phillip in case there was trouble.



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Message: 7
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 19:42:19 +0000
From: Nowsounds@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge



> > > Warren was nodding now, watching the scene before him. "And
> > > Miss Diamond?"
> >
> > Michael had unsnapped the flap on his holster and his hand was on his
> > sidearm, not taking any action, but concerned that desperate people
> > take desperate actions. His eyes watched Powell closely.
>
> Cyril moved to stand slightly in front of Florence, interposing himself
> between her and Phillip in case there was trouble.

Arabella came in just then. After her talk with Pamela she'd gone back
downstairs to check on Flash, strangely confident that nothing ill would
befall her... She saw the tension, sensed it, and knew that it was centered
on Evangeline's young nephew. "What has happened?" she asked.

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

Message: 8
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 14:22:43 -0600
From: "Schoner, Brian" <Brian.Schoner@...>
Subject: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


>>>> Warren was nodding now, watching the scene before him. "And
>>>> Miss Diamond?"
>>>
>>> Michael had unsnapped the flap on his holster and his hand
>>> was on his sidearm, not taking any action, but concerned that
>>> desperate people take desperate actions. His eyes watched
>>> Powell closely.
>>
>> Cyril moved to stand slightly in front of Florence, interposing
>> himself between her and Phillip in case there was trouble.
>
> Arabella came in just then. After her talk with Pamela she'd
> gone back downstairs to check on Flash, strangely confident
> that nothing ill would befall her... She saw the tension,
> sensed it, and knew that it was centered on Evangeline's young
> nephew. "What has happened?" she asked.

Philip, for his part, seemed unaware of the questions, unaware of the
eyes on him. "The things she said," he murmured at last. "I didn't know
why she was being so cruel...I thought...someone else..." He turned to
face Arabella, seemingly at random. "I never got the letters," he said
apologetically. "When I went to see her, I didn't know..."

The story came out in bits and pieces, sobbed or shouted fragments that
could only be assembled into a coherent whole through laborious
backtracking and re-questioning of the broken young man. Many of the
details were unclear, and some might never be known; but as the horrible
spectacle played itself out, it seemed that it had happened something
like this...

[Text below is joint work of Brian and Mel.]

==========

He crept quietly out from the darkened party, circling around the inner
hall. Nola had come this way; where would she have gone? Anton's flat,
of course. But if she was there, Anton certainly wouldn't be playing so
calmly. Not with Nola in the state she was in. This wasn't a good time
for them to have the conversation they needed, but if it didn't happen
now...

The door to Anton's flat was open, as the ass Fitzroy had ordered, and
the piano notes were drifting through the door and into the dark. But
they didn't sound right. Something...a faint crackle among the notes.

A record player.

Philip had to stifle a bitter laugh. Served Fitzroy right. But if Anton
wasn't at the piano, where was he? More importantly, where was Nola?
Straightening his spine, he walked in to see.

The room in near darkness. The only lightwas a dim one near the recpord
player, and from a half-extinguished cigarette smouldering in an
ashtray. Nola was standing by the piano, leaning over it, and Philip
could imagine her long fingers caressing the keys ... the pianist ...

Then she turned sharply, and Philip realised that Barowenski wasn't
sitting at the piano - that they were, in fact, alone.

"Oh," she said, her tone dismissive. "It's you. I thought it was Anton."

"I'm sure you did," he said, finally letting loose the bitterness that
he had kept in check all evening. "Obviously, though, he has more
important things to do than spend time with you." Instantly, he
regretted his tone. Nola had always had that effect on him, making him
angry, then making him regret the anger, even without saying a word.

"You need someone who's willing, and able, to give you the time and
attention you deserve," he said softly. "Someone who appreciates you for
what you are." He gently rested his left hand on her shoulder, running
her famous hair lightly through his fingers. "Nola, don't give up what
we have. You have so much anger in you...let me help make it better."

"Make it better?" she said scornfully. "Don't you see, you fool, you
make it worse? What would I want with a coward, a crippled coward who
runs away from his comrades and his duty? Why should I take you, Philip,
when so many men are willing, brave men? Whole men?"

She looked down at his crippled hand and shuddered.

His first impulse was to strike her, ball up his fist and slam in into
her face; but some part of him sensed that, in some crazed way, that
would be what she wanted. Or was he too afraid?

He turned away, thrusting his hands into his uniform pockets. The
ever-curled fingers of his right hand, with what little sensation they
still had, felt something as they bumped into it. The landing gear
release; he remembered now.

That was what he had been reaching for, through the fire. He could have
opened the landing gear cleanly; a single tug on the handle, and let go,
and his hand would have been singed but unharmed. One simple tug, a
clean landing, a few days in bandages and back into the air. But the
squadron was going to start missions over France in a week, and the
thought of going across the Channel terrified him. Air combat didn't
scare him; he had flown, and flown well, in the skies above London. But
the idea of doing so over water, or over foreign soil, was somehow
terrifying to him. He had seen wounded men mustered out, and felt an
envy that he could barely admit to himself. And so, his hand on the
landing release, he had waited, gritting his teeth against the pain as
the flames licked at his jacket, then gnawed at his arm. Waited for the
burns to be bad enough. He had to be sure; he didn't dare undergo this
agony in vain. It had to be severe enough to end his career. So he
waited, until he knew that waiting any longer would leave him too badly
injured to release the gear at all.

His fingers had still been wrapped around the release handle when he was
pulled from the plane; they had had to sever the cable to get him out.
Someone had come to him in hospital and showed him the cable, talked
about it as a symbol of his bravery, asked if he still wanted it.
Philip, dazed by morphine and hating his own weakness, had looked away
and murmured something about a souvenir. He had found the handle, still
with a few feet of cable attached, tucked into his jacket pocket when he
left the hospital. He had left it there, not wanting to see it. And here
it was. His crippled fingers still wrapped around it easily, and why
should they not? It was the last thing they had ever held, would ever
hold. They would certainly never hold Nola again.

That was when it happened. Something in Philip's soul, which had held
him to the standards that men call civilized, snapped -- quietly and
decisively. He looked back at Nola -- drunk, bitter, hateful, beautiful
-- and she had already turned away, caressing the piano keys like she
had once caressed him. He brought his right hand out with the handle
gripped in it, took the end of the cable in his left, wrapped it
instictively around his left hand a few times. Without a word, he
dropped it over her beautiful, pale neck, then pulled. Before it reached
her windpipe, she said something -- a word? A name? He'd never know, and
didn't care. He pulled her back, away from the piano, away from anything
that could make a noise.

And as he strangled her -- her heels bashing at his shins, her nails
clawing at his hands, at her throat, clawing for air -- part of him
thought that this, too, was somehow what Nola wanted.

She fought - oh, how fiercely she fought that silent battle for life.
But her hairs fell forward over that face that was lovely no more as she
slowly grew still, and limp in his hands. And then there was no
movement, no more hoarse breath. She was resting against him, as she
should always have rested, gentle, biddable. A moment, an eternal
moment, when she was utterly his.

Then the record came to an end, and Philip was once again in the here
and now, with Anton's cigarette still smouldering in the ashtray and
Nola dead in his arms.

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Message: 1
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 09:51:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> > > "What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the
> bundle. "And
> > > someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you get these?" he
> asked, as he
> > > glanced through the envelopes to see where (or, more precisely,
> who) they
> > > came from.
> >
> > "I found them," answered Marion, watching him closely, "tucked
> > into the back of a painting."
>
> Warren looked up from the three bottles, frowning. "And a
> very strange residue inside this bottle of pills."

Cyril stood beside Warren, watching Phillip's reaction carefully.



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Message: 2
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 13:33:31 -0600
From: Jvstin <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

>
> > > > "What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the
> > bundle. "And
> > > > someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you get these?" he
> > asked, as he
> > > > glanced through the envelopes to see where (or, more precisely,
> > who) they
> > > > came from.
> > >
> > > "I found them," answered Marion, watching him closely, "tucked
> > > into the back of a painting."
> >
> > Warren looked up from the three bottles, frowning. "And a
> > very strange residue inside this bottle of pills."
>
> Cyril stood beside Warren, watching Phillip's reaction carefully.
>

"What sort of residue, Warren?" James asked.



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Message: 3
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 16:52:53 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>>>> "What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the
>>>> bundle. "And someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you
>>>> get these?" he asked, as he glanced through the envelopes to
>>>> see where (or, more precisely, who) they came from.
>>>
>>> "I found them," answered Marion, watching him closely,
>>> "tucked into the back of a painting."

Philip looked up at her with apparent incomprehension. "A painting?
What...?" He then looked down and began reading the letters intently,
starting with the opened one.

>> Warren looked up from the three bottles, frowning. "And a
>> very strange residue inside this bottle of pills."
>
> Cyril stood beside Warren, watching Phillip's reaction carefully.

Philip appeared engrossed in the letters, and seemed not to notice Warren's
comment or any attention being paid to it (or to him).





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Message: 4
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 18:27:28 -0500
From: Knave of Amber <kris.kunkel@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> >>>> "What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the
> >>>> bundle. "And someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you
> >>>> get these?" he asked, as he glanced through the envelopes to
> >>>> see where (or, more precisely, who) they came from.
> >>>
> >>> "I found them," answered Marion, watching him closely,
> >>> "tucked into the back of a painting."
>
> Philip looked up at her with apparent incomprehension. "A painting?
> What...?" He then looked down and began reading the letters intently,
> starting with the opened one.
>
> >> Warren looked up from the three bottles, frowning. "And a
> >> very strange residue inside this bottle of pills."
> >
> > Cyril stood beside Warren, watching Phillip's reaction carefully.
>
> Philip appeared engrossed in the letters, and seemed not to notice
> Warren's
> comment or any attention being paid to it (or to him).

"Officer Powell, I'd like your sidearm if you please?" Michael
requested with enough command to jar the junior officer.



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Message: 5
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 22:51:57 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> "Officer Powell, I'd like your sidearm if you please?"
> Michael requested with enough command to jar the junior officer.

Philip had been devouring the first letter, his eyes filled first with
surprise, then shock, then...despair? The Captain's order did jar him loose
from the letter, but only long enough for Philip to look up, facing but not
truly seeing Michael, and say hoarsely, "It was mine."

Without taking any action in response to Michael's command, which he barely
seemed to have heard, Philip ripped open the second envelope and read the
letter within in an almost frenzied manner. His breathing grew faster and
heavier as he did, coming out of him in what could almost be described as
moans.





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Message: 6
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 23:29:32 -0800
From: <ladyofamber@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>
> Without taking any action in response to Michael's command, which he
> barely
> seemed to have heard, Philip ripped open the second envelope and read the
> letter within in an almost frenzied manner. His breathing grew faster and
> heavier as he did, coming out of him in what could almost be described as
> moans.

Marjorie's shoulders sagged then.  She looked down at the table with
the items, slowly putting the knife and the cloth down next to each other.

"You thought it wasn't yours." she half whispered.  "You thought... it
was someone elses, didn't you?" she asked without looking up.



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Message: 7
Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2005 19:46:55 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge



>> Without taking any action in response to Michael's command, which he
>> barely
>> seemed to have heard, Philip ripped open the second envelope and read the
>> letter within in an almost frenzied manner. His breathing grew faster and
>> heavier as he did, coming out of him in what could almost be described as
>> moans.
>
> Marjorie's shoulders sagged then.  She looked down at the table with
> the items, slowly putting the knife and the cloth down next to each other.
>
> "You thought it wasn't yours." she half whispered.  "You thought... it
> was someone elses, didn't you?" she asked without looking up.

"Or ... did you even know she was pregnant at all?" asks Lucinda.  "Until
.. tonight?"

"What did the first letter say?" Oswald asks Marion quietly.






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Message: 8
Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2005 16:06:32 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

>
> >> Without taking any action in response to Michael's command, which he
> >> barely seemed to have heard, Philip ripped open the second envelope
> >> and read the letter within in an almost frenzied manner. His breathing
> >> grew faster and heavier as he did, coming out of him in what could
> >> almost be described as moans.
> >
> > Marjorie's shoulders sagged then.  She looked down at the table with
> > the items, slowly putting the knife and the cloth down next to each
> > other.
> >
> > "You thought it wasn't yours." she half whispered.  "You thought... it
> > was someone elses, didn't you?" she asked without looking up.
>
> "Or ... did you even know she was pregnant at all?" asks Lucinda.  "Until
> ... tonight?"
>
> "What did the first letter say?" Oswald asks Marion quietly.

"She ... Miss Diamond ... wrote to him to tell him of her
pregnancy.  And that she meant to -- end it, for fear of the
effects on her career," Marion answered in a low voice.


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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Message: 9
Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2005 16:36:47 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


Philip appeared oblivious to the conversation around him as he finished the
second letter, then tore the third envelope open. As he read this letter,
the constant moans coming through his lips resolved into a single word,
uttered over and over again.

"No."

Finally, finishing the third letter, he looked up at Marion, the one who had
handed him the letters. His eyes were filled with tears. "Why weren't these
sent?" he asked hoarsely. "Why didn't I get them?" He stared around the
room, his jaw quivering with barely-suppressed emotion. Finally, his eyes
settled on Marjorie, and the next words out of his mouth could only be
described as a bellow of rage, and sorrow, and loss.

"WHY WEREN'T THESE DELIVERED TO ME?!?!?"





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Message: 10
Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2005 18:21:01 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

>
> Philip appeared oblivious to the conversation around him as he finished
> the second letter, then tore the third envelope open. As he read this
> letter, the constant moans coming through his lips resolved into a single
> word, uttered over and over again.
>
> "No."
>
> Finally, finishing the third letter, he looked up at Marion, the one who
> had handed him the letters. His eyes were filled with tears. "Why weren't
> these sent?" he asked hoarsely. "Why didn't I get them?" He stared around
> the room, his jaw quivering with barely-suppressed emotion. Finally, his
> eyes settled on Marjorie, and the next words out of his mouth could only
> be described as a bellow of rage, and sorrow, and loss.
>
> "WHY WEREN'T THESE DELIVERED TO ME?!?!?"

"There isn't any need to shout at Miss Higgins," Marion said
quietly.  "The letters have no stamps, so I doubt they were ever
posted.  I think perhaps they were intercepted.  Possibly by
Marty Fitzroy, since they were found in his office.  Or..."  Her
gaze went almost involuntarily to Esme.


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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Message: 11
Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2005 18:27:20 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> > "WHY WEREN'T THESE DELIVERED TO ME?!?!?"
>
> "There isn't any need to shout at Miss Higgins," Marion said
> quietly.  "The letters have no stamps, so I doubt they were
> ever posted.  I think perhaps they were intercepted.
> Possibly by Marty Fitzroy, since they were found in his
> office.  Or..."  Her gaze went almost involuntarily to Esme.

Without hesitating, Philip whirled and bore down on Esme. "WHO DID THIS?!?"





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Message: 12
Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 00:32:51 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>> Finally, finishing the third letter, he looked up at Marion, the one who
>> had handed him the letters. His eyes were filled with tears. "Why weren't
>> these sent?" he asked hoarsely. "Why didn't I get them?" He stared around
>> the room, his jaw quivering with barely-suppressed emotion. Finally, his
>> eyes settled on Marjorie, and the next words out of his mouth could only
>> be described as a bellow of rage, and sorrow, and loss.
>>
>> "WHY WEREN'T THESE DELIVERED TO ME?!?!?"
>
> "There isn't any need to shout at Miss Higgins," Marion said
> quietly.  "The letters have no stamps, so I doubt they were ever
> posted.  I think perhaps they were intercepted.  Possibly by
> Marty Fitzroy, since they were found in his office.  Or..."  Her
> gaze went almost involuntarily to Esme.
>

Esme shook her head, looking rather like a startled rabbit.

"I imagine it was Fitzroy who prevented your getting the letters," said
Oswald.  "Just as it was Fotzroy who arranged Nola's abortion.  But what I
don't understand is ... if you didn't know about this in advance, why did
you poison Fiotzroy?"





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Message: 1
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 17:14:00 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>>>>>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.



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

Message: 2
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 20:33:08 -0600
From: "Jvstin(Mindspring)" <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>>>>>> 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.

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.
>

"Two clues." James murmured, looking between Marjorie and Cyril and
Warren on the one hand, and Marion, Oswald and Anton on the other.




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Message: 3
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 22:48:08 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

> >>>>>> 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.
>
> 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.


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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Message: 4
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 19:54:21 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>>>>>>
>>>>>>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.
>>
>>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?"




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Message: 5
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 22:56:17 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

>
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>>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.
> >>
> >>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."


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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Message: 6
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 21:33:53 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


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




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Message: 7
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 07:28:24 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


Shortly after Marjorie's return, Philip emerged from the kithen and was
immediately aware of a number of pairs of eyes upon him. "What news?" he
asked no one in particular.





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Message: 8
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 07:55:28 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

>
> Shortly after Marjorie's return, Philip emerged from the kithen and was
> immediately aware of a number of pairs of eyes upon him. "What news?" he
> asked no one in particular.

Marion Mauberley walked up to him and extended a small bundle of
envelopes, one of them open.  "You have mail."


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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Message: 9
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 08:01:29 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> Marion Mauberley walked up to him and extended a small bundle
> of envelopes, one of them open.  "You have mail."

"What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the bundle. "And
someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you get these?" he asked, as he
glanced through the envelopes to see where (or, more precisely, who) they
came from.





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Message: 10
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 08:20:38 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

>
> > Marion Mauberley walked up to him and extended a small bundle
> > of envelopes, one of them open.  "You have mail."
>
> "What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the bundle. "And
> someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you get these?" he asked, as
> he
> glanced through the envelopes to see where (or, more precisely, who) they
> came from.

"I found them," answered Marion, watching him closely, "tucked
into the back of a painting."


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>




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

Message: 11
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 11:44:39 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> > "What?" Philip said, his brow furrowing as he accepted the bundle. "And
> > someone's been reading it, I see. Where did you get these?" he asked, as
> > he
> > glanced through the envelopes to see where (or, more precisely, who)
> > they
> > came from.
>
> "I found them," answered Marion, watching him closely, "tucked
> into the back of a painting."

Warren looked up from the three bottles, frowning. "And a
very strange residue inside this bottle of pills."



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    4. Re: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Allen Veazey)
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    8. Re: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Mel Mason)
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Message: 1
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 08:01:05 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>> The pill bottle contained pills.  The other contained a slightly greyish
>> white powder, rather gritty.
>

There was also a slight residue on the inside of the pill bottle.  That
might have come from the pills jostling around, but it seemed surprisingly
gritty (if Warren examines it that closely).

> Marjorie came back into the lounge at this point, a small
> bottle in her hand.  She glanced around, then moved over
> to where Warren was looking at the contents of the bottles.
>
> "Here," she said to Warren.  "He had these in his pocket,
> too.  Liver Salts," she said, wrinkling her nose as she
> put the third bottle down near the other two.  "I think
> it's yours, Mr. Beaman," she added.
>
> 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.





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

Message: 2
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 00:08:36 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

>
> There was also a slight residue on the inside of the pill bottle.  That
> might have come from the pills jostling around, but it seemed
> surprisingly gritty (if Warren examines it that closely).
>
>> Marjorie came back into the lounge at this point, a small
>> bottle in her hand.  She glanced around, then moved over
>> to where Warren was looking at the contents of the bottles.
>>
>> "Here," she said to Warren.  "He had these in his pocket,
>> too.  Liver Salts," she said, wrinkling her nose as she
>> put the third bottle down near the other two.  "I think
>> it's yours, Mr. Beaman," she added.
>>
>> 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.



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

Message: 3
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 03:47:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> >
> > There was also a slight residue on the inside of the pill bottle.
> That
> > might have come from the pills jostling around, but it seemed
> > surprisingly gritty (if Warren examines it that closely).

Cyril watched over Warren's shoulder as he examined the contents of the
bottles.  "That's definitely arsenic," he pointed out, nodding at the
gritty substance.  He squinted at the pill bottle and added, "And I
don't know, but it almost looks like it was in that bottle, too, at
some point."
> >
> >> Marjorie came back into the lounge at this point, a small
> >> bottle in her hand.  She glanced around, then moved over
> >> to where Warren was looking at the contents of the bottles.
> >>
> >> "Here," she said to Warren.  "He had these in his pocket,
> >> too.  Liver Salts," she said, wrinkling her nose as she
> >> put the third bottle down near the other two.  "I think
> >> it's yours, Mr. Beaman," she added.

He glanced down at the bottle.  "It could be," he answered.

> >> 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."



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

Message: 4
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 09:28:57 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

> > > There was also a slight residue on the inside of the pill bottle.
> > That
> > > might have come from the pills jostling around, but it seemed
> > > surprisingly gritty (if Warren examines it that closely).
>
> Cyril watched over Warren's shoulder as he examined the contents of the
> bottles.  "That's definitely arsenic," he pointed out, nodding at the
> gritty substance.  He squinted at the pill bottle and added, "And I
> don't know, but it almost looks like it was in that bottle, too, at
> some point."

"I had a strange feeling," Warren added, "that this might be the
case." He looked up and in the direction of the kitchen.

> > >> Marjorie came back into the lounge at this point, a small
> > >> bottle in her hand.  She glanced around, then moved over
> > >> to where Warren was looking at the contents of the bottles.
> > >>
> > >> "Here," she said to Warren.  "He had these in his pocket,
> > >> too.  Liver Salts," she said, wrinkling her nose as she
> > >> put the third bottle down near the other two.  "I think
> > >> it's yours, Mr. Beaman," she added.
>
> He glanced down at the bottle.  "It could be," he answered.

Warren carefully unfolded the washcloth farther, and placed a
small amount of the bottle's contents near that of the pill bottle.



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

Message: 5
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 18:38:41 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>>> "Here," she said to Warren.  "He had these in his pocket,
>>> too.  Liver Salts," she said, wrinkling her nose as she
>>> put the third bottle down near the other two.  "I think
>>> it's yours, Mr. Beaman," she added.

> He glanced down at the bottle.  "It could be," he answered.

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.






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

Message: 6
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 10:50:34 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> 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.





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

Message: 7
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 15:56:36 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

> >
> > 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?"


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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

Message: 8
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 23:15:21 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>> > 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."





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

Message: 9
Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 18:33:54 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

>
> >> > 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
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    4. Re: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Margaret Dean)
    5. Re: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Mel Mason)
    6. Re: An Almighty Row: Fitzroys' Flat (Margaret Dean)
    7. Re: An Almighty Row: Fitzroys' Flat (Mel Mason)
    8. Re: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Allen Veazey)
    9. Re: An Almighty Row: Fitzroys' Flat (Margaret Dean)
   10. Re: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Mel Mason)
   11. Re: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Heather Mace)


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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 06:44:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> > >> Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know
> that
> > >> already. Kindly get to the point."
> > >
> > > "I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might
> know, but
> > > I don't; she never told me."
> > >
> >
> >
> > While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to
> the far
> > wall, where a particularly garishly coloured picture of country
> cottages
> > hung.  With some effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind.
>  Anton
> > was now beginning to work on the combination.
>
> Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the
> two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I
> want to take a look at the contents."

"Certainly," Cyril answered.  He went into the kitchen and returned
immediately with two small washcloths.

[OOC:  I'm confused.  I thought we were still in the Beaman flat, but
aren't Anton and Oswald looking at Fitzroy's safe?]




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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 11:38:45 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

> >
> > > >> Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know
> > > >> that already. Kindly get to the point."
> > > >
> > > > "I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might
> > > > know, but I don't; she never told me."
> > >
> > > While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to
> > > the far wall, where a particularly garishly coloured picture of
> > > country cottages hung.  With some effort they removed it, to
> > > reveal the safe behind.  Anton was now beginning to work on the
> > > combination.

Marion Mauberley had followed them, and was watching with
interest.  In the time it took Anton to work the combination, she
tipped forward the painting they had set aside to look at the
back of it.

> > Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the
> > two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I
> > want to take a look at the contents."
>
> "Certainly," Cyril answered.  He went into the kitchen and returned
> immediately with two small washcloths.
>
> [OOC:  I'm confused.  I thought we were still in the Beaman flat, but
> aren't Anton and Oswald looking at Fitzroy's safe?]


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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

Message: 3
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 19:03:06 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>> > >> Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know
>> that
>> > >> already. Kindly get to the point."
>> > >
>> > > "I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might
>> know, but
>> > > I don't; she never told me."
>> > >
>> >
>> >

>>
>> Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the
>> two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I
>> want to take a look at the contents."
>
> "Certainly," Cyril answered.  He went into the kitchen and returned
> immediately with two small washcloths.
>
> [OOC:  I'm confused.  I thought we were still in the Beaman flat, but
> aren't Anton and Oswald looking at Fitzroy's safe?]
>

[OOC -  eeep.  Bad GM ... no biscuit.  Rewriting


While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to the
Fitzroys' flat.  There Anton indicated a long wall in the lounge, where a
particularly garishly coloured picture of country cottages hung.  With some
effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind.   Anton was now beginning
to work on the combination.


(OOC - anyone wanting to join them?)






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

Message: 4
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 14:05:21 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

>
> >> > >> Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know
> >> that
> >> > >> already. Kindly get to the point."
> >> > >
> >> > > "I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might
> >> know, but
> >> > > I don't; she never told me."
> >> > >
> >> >
> >> >
>
> >>
> >> Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the
> >> two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I
> >> want to take a look at the contents."
> >
> > "Certainly," Cyril answered.  He went into the kitchen and returned
> > immediately with two small washcloths.
> >
> > [OOC:  I'm confused.  I thought we were still in the Beaman flat, but
> > aren't Anton and Oswald looking at Fitzroy's safe?]
> >
>
> [OOC -  eeep.  Bad GM ... no biscuit.  Rewriting
>
> While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to the
> Fitzroys' flat.  There Anton indicated a long wall in the lounge, where a
> particularly garishly coloured picture of country cottages hung.  With
> some
> effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind.   Anton was now
> beginning
> to work on the combination.
>
> (OOC - anyone wanting to join them?)

[OOC - yes, I'll reiterate too...]

Marion Mauberley had followed them, and was watching with
interest.  In the time it took Anton to work the combination, she
tipped forward the painting they had set aside to look at the
back of it.


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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Message: 5
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 19:07:06 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to the
> Fitzroys' flat.  There Anton indicated a long wall in the lounge, where a
> particularly garishly coloured picture of country cottages hung.  With
> some effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind.   Anton was now
> beginning to work on the combination.
>
>
> (OOC - anyone wanting to join them?)


(OOC - I see someone was ... ;-0 )

Marion Mauberley had followed them, and was watching with
interest.  In the time it took Anton to work the combination, she
tipped forward the painting they had set aside to look at the
back of it.

The back canvas of the painting showed a suspicious buled, as though
something had been slid behind the canvas back.  And some of the tacks that
held it in place appeared to have become loose.





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Message: 6
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 14:18:14 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Fitzroys' Flat

>
> > While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to the
> > Fitzroys' flat.  There Anton indicated a long wall in the lounge, where
> > a
> > particularly garishly coloured picture of country cottages hung.  With
> > some effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind.   Anton was now
> > beginning to work on the combination.
> >
> >
> > (OOC - anyone wanting to join them?)
>
> (OOC - I see someone was ... ;-0 )
>
> Marion Mauberley had followed them, and was watching with
> interest.  In the time it took Anton to work the combination, she
> tipped forward the painting they had set aside to look at the
> back of it.
>
> The back canvas of the painting showed a suspicious bulge, as though
> something had been slid behind the canvas back.  And some of the tacks
> that
> held it in place appeared to have become loose.

"Hmmm..."  On the theory that anything unusual that turns up in
the course of a murder investigation is automatically
interesting, Marion carefully repositioned the painting so that
it was leaning against the wall with the back showing.  Then,
extracting from her bag the handkerchief she'd used in collecting
the teacups, she proceeded to work loose the tacks so that she
could find out what was creating that suspicious bulge.


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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Message: 7
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 19:40:38 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Fitzroys' Flat


>> The back canvas of the painting showed a suspicious bulge, as though
>> something had been slid behind the canvas back.  And some of the tacks
>> that
>> held it in place appeared to have become loose.
>
> "Hmmm..."  On the theory that anything unusual that turns up in
> the course of a murder investigation is automatically
> interesting, Marion carefully repositioned the painting so that
> it was leaning against the wall with the back showing.  Then,
> extracting from her bag the handkerchief she'd used in collecting
> the teacups, she proceeded to work loose the tacks so that she
> could find out what was creating that suspicious bulge.
>

Inside there were three envelopes, each containing rather thick letters.





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Message: 8
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 13:49:29 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the
> two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I
> want to take a look at the contents."


"Certainly," Cyril answered.  He went into the kitchen and returned
immediately with two small washcloths.

"Thanks," Worthington said, and carefully laid the washcloths
down; he then poured a little out of each bottle to compare
the contents.



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Message: 9
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 14:48:41 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Fitzroys' Flat


Mel Mason wrote:
>
> >> The back canvas of the painting showed a suspicious bulge, as though
> >> something had been slid behind the canvas back.  And some of the tacks
> >> that
> >> held it in place appeared to have become loose.
> >
> > "Hmmm..."  On the theory that anything unusual that turns up in
> > the course of a murder investigation is automatically
> > interesting, Marion carefully repositioned the painting so that
> > it was leaning against the wall with the back showing.  Then,
> > extracting from her bag the handkerchief she'd used in collecting
> > the teacups, she proceeded to work loose the tacks so that she
> > could find out what was creating that suspicious bulge.
>
> Inside there were three envelopes, each containing rather thick letters.

With a glance at the two men, Marion carefully worked loose the
envelopes, then carried them over to a nearby armchair to inspect
the contents.


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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Message: 10
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 22:04:22 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>> Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the
>> two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I
>> want to take a look at the contents."
>
>
> "Certainly," Cyril answered.  He went into the kitchen and returned
> immediately with two small washcloths.
>
> "Thanks," Worthington said, and carefully laid the washcloths
> down; he then poured a little out of each bottle to compare
> the contents.
>

The pill bottle contained pills.  The other contained a slightly greyish
white powder, rather gritty.





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Message: 11
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 20:09:48 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

>>
>> "Certainly," Cyril answered.  He went into the kitchen and returned
>> immediately with two small washcloths.
>>
>> "Thanks," Worthington said, and carefully laid the washcloths
>> down; he then poured a little out of each bottle to compare
>> the contents.
>>
>
> The pill bottle contained pills.  The other contained a slightly greyish
> white powder, rather gritty.

Marjorie came back into the lounge at this point, a small
bottle in her hand.  She glanced around, then moved over
to where Warren was looking at the contents of the bottles.

"Here," she said to Warren.  "He had these in his pocket,
too.  Liver Salts," she said, wrinkling her nose as she
put the third bottle down near the other two.  "I think
it's yours, Mr. Beaman," she added.

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.





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    6. Re: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Ree Moorhead Pruehs)
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    8. Re: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Ree Moorhead Pruehs)
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Message: 1
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 08:33:12 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)
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>
> "Fine," Philip muttered.
>
> His right hand was a mass of old burns, the skin darkly scabbed over and
> the
> fingers permanently crooked in a clawlike position. On the inside of the
> first and second joints of all four fingers, however, the scabs seemed
> recently broken through, revealing a small amount of drying blood and some
> of the pink flesh underneath. The bandages showed small amounts of blood
> in
> the appropriate places, and nothing else.
>
> "I slipped on some rubble downstairs while trying to get the police here,
> and had to catch myself on the door-frame with this hand," Philip said.
> "Hurt like the dickens, it did, but...well, it's not as though it did any
> permanent harm to the hand, after all." He smiled grimly. "Mr. Beaman and
> Mr. Davis were there, they can tell you. Now, may I wash this hand? If
> there
> is any more poison lying around, I'd prefer not to get it into an open
> wound..."

Marjorie swallowed hard as she looked at the wound.
Silently she nodded as she stepped back, looking
rather embarrassed.




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Message: 2
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 11:34:23 -0500
From: "Pruehs, Ree M." <rpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)
To: <hmace@...>, <murder_at_christmas@...>
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> -----Original Message-----
> From: murder_at_christmas-bounces@...
> [mailto:murder_at_christmas-bounces@...] On Behalf Of
> Heather Mace
> Sent: Monday, January 10, 2005 11:33 AM
> To: murder_at_christmas@...
> Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)
>
>
> >
> > "Fine," Philip muttered.
> >
> > His right hand was a mass of old burns, the skin darkly
> scabbed over
> > and the fingers permanently crooked in a clawlike position. On the
> > inside of the first and second joints of all four fingers, however,
> > the scabs seemed recently broken through, revealing a small
> amount of
> > drying blood and some of the pink flesh underneath. The bandages
> > showed small amounts of blood in the appropriate places,
> and nothing
> > else.
> >
> > "I slipped on some rubble downstairs while trying to get the police
> > here, and had to catch myself on the door-frame with this hand,"
> > Philip said. "Hurt like the dickens, it did, but...well,
> it's not as
> > though it did any permanent harm to the hand, after all." He smiled
> > grimly. "Mr. Beaman and Mr. Davis were there, they can tell
> you. Now,
> > may I wash this hand? If there is any more poison lying around, I'd
> > prefer not to get it into an open wound..."
>
> Marjorie swallowed hard as she looked at the wound.
> Silently she nodded as she stepped back, looking
> rather embarrassed.
>
>
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Message: 3
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 11:34:25 -0500
From: "Pruehs, Ree M." <rpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)
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> -----Original Message-----
> From: murder_at_christmas-bounces@...
> [mailto:murder_at_christmas-bounces@...] On Behalf Of
> Heather Mace
> Sent: Monday, January 10, 2005 11:33 AM
> To: murder_at_christmas@...
> Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)
>
>
> >
> > "Fine," Philip muttered.
> >
> > His right hand was a mass of old burns, the skin darkly
> scabbed over
> > and the fingers permanently crooked in a clawlike position. On the
> > inside of the first and second joints of all four fingers, however,
> > the scabs seemed recently broken through, revealing a small
> amount of
> > drying blood and some of the pink flesh underneath. The bandages
> > showed small amounts of blood in the appropriate places,
> and nothing
> > else.
> >
> > "I slipped on some rubble downstairs while trying to get the police
> > here, and had to catch myself on the door-frame with this hand,"
> > Philip said. "Hurt like the dickens, it did, but...well,
> it's not as
> > though it did any permanent harm to the hand, after all." He smiled
> > grimly. "Mr. Beaman and Mr. Davis were there, they can tell
> you. Now,
> > may I wash this hand? If there is any more poison lying around, I'd
> > prefer not to get it into an open wound..."
>
> Marjorie swallowed hard as she looked at the wound.
> Silently she nodded as she stepped back, looking
> rather embarrassed.
>
>
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Message: 4
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 20:05:18 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> >Oswald turned meanwhile to Vangie Evans.
> >
> >"Is there any truth in your nephew's accusations?" he asked
> quietly.
> >"You
> >realise - there could be an investigation if he persists in
> making these
> >claims."
>
> She chuckled. "I lost my temper and told him I kept strychnine in the
> kitchen and cyanide beside my stockings, I'm afraid, when he
> started making
> insinuations to =me.= There isn't anything else of that sort
> of interest in
> my house. I wouldn't want Sweetie to get at it."

She sobered, adding in a low voice "I didn't know Miss Diamond at all,
not for more than nodding at each other in the lobby as we passed. But
Philip knew her quite well, it seems...I didn't know that either, until
just a little while ago. If matters are being investigated..." She
turned a palm up. "A pub near Church Fenton, that's all I know about
where they met, after she'd done a show at the base."

"That can be checked easily enough," said Oswald.  "Officer Powell's records
should be available ... and so should a list of Miss Diamond's engagements."

He turned to Esme.  "Where does your husband keep the records of his
client's engagements?" he asked.

"In his safe," faltered Esme.  "But ... I don't know tthe combination."

Anton Barowenski slid his cigarette case from his jacket, flipped it open,
extracted a cigarette, offered the case to Marion (and anyone else who
wanted one) and then smiled as he lit it.

"I do," he said.





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Message: 5
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 18:43:25 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> "That can be checked easily enough," said Oswald.  "Officer Powell's
> records should be available ... and so should a list of Miss Diamond's
> engagements."
>
> He turned to Esme.  "Where does your husband keep the records of his
> client's engagements?" he asked.
>
> "In his safe," faltered Esme.  "But ... I don't know tthe combination."
>
> Anton Barowenski slid his cigarette case from his jacket, flipped it
> open, extracted a cigarette, offered the case to Marion (and anyone else
> who wanted one) and then smiled as he lit it.
>
> "I do," he said.

Pamela raised one hand to stop Evangeline from following Esme and
Oswald. "Perhaps you could explain something, Mrs. -- Evans," she said
with impeccable, colorless politeness. "I distinctly remember my mother
telling me she was old friends with you. You were a widow then, as you
are now, but Mum says your name wasn't Evans."

She made an apologetic face. "I'm sure there's an explanation. Perhaps
you'd tell us who Mr. Evans was? Or under what other circumstances you
changed your name?"



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

Message: 6
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 21:42:27 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>>"That can be checked easily enough," said Oswald.  "Officer Powell's
>>records should be available ... and so should a list of Miss Diamond's
>>engagements."
>>He turned to Esme.  "Where does your husband keep the records of his
>>client's engagements?" he asked.
>>"In his safe," faltered Esme.  "But ... I don't know tthe combination."
>>Anton Barowenski slid his cigarette case from his jacket, flipped it
>>open, extracted a cigarette, offered the case to Marion (and anyone else
>>who wanted one) and then smiled as he lit it.
>>"I do," he said.
>
>         Pamela raised one hand to stop Evangeline from following Esme and
> Oswald. "Perhaps you could explain something, Mrs. -- Evans," she said
> with impeccable, colorless politeness. "I distinctly remember my mother
> telling me she was old friends with you. You were a widow then, as you
> are now, but Mum says your name wasn't Evans."
>
>         She made an apologetic face. "I'm sure there's an explanation.
> Perhaps you'd tell us who Mr. Evans was? Or under what other
> circumstances you changed your name?"

"Mr. Evans was my husband," Vangie said. "My late husband Gerald --
Lance-Corporal Gerald Thomas Evans, 6th Bn., the King's Own Regiment. He
died during the War. In 1917, in Mesopotamia." Her voice was very cold as
she added, "I'm quite certain I can produce his dog tags for you, if you
insist. The army was kind enough to return them to me. Perhaps you would
care to see his Victoria Cross as well. I do hope you weren't expecting
anything more...scandalous, Lady Pamela."





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Message: 7
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 20:49:46 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> "Mr. Evans was my husband," Vangie said. "My late husband Gerald --
> Lance-Corporal Gerald Thomas Evans, 6th Bn., the King's Own Regiment. He
> died during the War. In 1917, in Mesopotamia." Her voice was very cold
> as she added, "I'm quite certain I can produce his dog tags for you, if
> you insist. The army was kind enough to return them to me. Perhaps you
> would care to see his Victoria Cross as well. I do hope you weren't
> expecting anything more...scandalous, Lady Pamela."

"And your name before you married Lance-Corporal Evans was...?"



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Message: 8
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 22:31:48 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>>"Mr. Evans was my husband," Vangie said. "My late husband Gerald --
>>Lance-Corporal Gerald Thomas Evans, 6th Bn., the King's Own Regiment. He
>>died during the War. In 1917, in Mesopotamia." Her voice was very cold as
>>she added, "I'm quite certain I can produce his dog tags for you, if you
>>insist. The army was kind enough to return them to me. Perhaps you would
>>care to see his Victoria Cross as well. I do hope you weren't expecting
>>anything more...scandalous, Lady Pamela."
>
>         "And your name before you married Lance-Corporal Evans was...?"

Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know that already.
Kindly get to the point."





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Message: 9
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 21:52:37 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge

> Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know that
> already. Kindly get to the point."

"I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might know,
but I don't; she never told me."



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

Message: 10
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 07:12:13 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>> Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know that
>> already. Kindly get to the point."
>
> "I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might know, but
> I don't; she never told me."
>


While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to the far
wall, where a particularly garishly coloured picture of country cottages
hung.  With some effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind.  Anton
was now beginning to work on the combination.





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

Message: 11
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 07:42:36 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> >> Vangie gave her a small tight smile. "I'm quite sure you know that
> >> already. Kindly get to the point."
> >
> > "I assure you I do not," Pamela answered unhurriedly. "Mum might know,
> > but
> > I don't; she never told me."
> >
>
>
> While they were speaking, Oswald and Anton Barowenksi had moved to the far
> wall, where a particularly garishly coloured picture of country cottages
> hung.  With some effort they removed it, to reveal the safe behind.  Anton
> was now beginning to work on the combination.

Meanwhile, Warren had finished looking at the outside of the
two bottles. "Could I borrow a washcloth or two?" he asked. "I
want to take a look at the contents."



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    4. Re: An Almighty Row (correction) (Heather Mace)
    5. RE: An Almighty Row (correction) (Brian Schoner)
    6. Re: An Almighty Row (correction) (Heather Mace)
    7. An Almighty Row: Lounge (Mel Mason)
    8. Re: An Almighty Row (correction) (Ree Moorhead Pruehs)
    9. Re: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Ree Moorhead Pruehs)
   10. RE: An Almighty Row (correction) (Brian Schoner)
   11. Re: An Almighty Row (correction) (Allen Veazey)
   12. Re: An Almighty Row (correction) (Allen Veazey)
   13. RE: An Almighty Row: Lounge (Pruehs, Ree M.)


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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 17:53:35 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>
> "So dear, harmless Evangeline has you believing her now too, eh? Fine."
> Philip reached into his left jacket pocket and withdrew two small pill
> bottles, which he slammed down onto the table. One bore only the familiar
> skull-and-crossbones symbol signifying poison; the other was labeled as a
> moderately potent prescription pain medicine. "My medicine, and
> hers...though I suspect hers always wound up in someone else, rather than
> herself.
>
> "But given my Great-Aunt's no-doubt-genuine concern for my health, perhaps
> I
> should wash my hands before I, or anyone else, go touching an open wound?
> Feel free to come with me if you like, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, or anyone
> else who's so inclined. Let's make it a regular Christmas party at the
> sink,
> eh?" Whirling, he began stalking towards the kitchen, apparently not
> caring
> if anyone followed.

Marjorie started to follow, then stopped.  "I'm not
goin' in there with him alone," she announced, looking
around the room.





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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 18:00:54 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>"I didn't see you pick up anything!" Marjorie announced.
>>"And you were supposed to have cleaned out your pockets!
>>You liar!" she exclaimed to Philip.
>
>
> [OOC: Is this an oversight, or is Marjorie deliberately mis-remembering?
> While she and Philip were searching the bathroom in the "Breaking into the
> Bathroom" thread, Philip took a bottle out, claiming he was giving it to
> Aunt Evangeline. I'm willing to respond to this if this is what Marjorie
> is
> saying, but wanted to make sure it was correct.]
>

[I honestly didn't remember that.  I remember asking Philip if
he found anything in the Beamans' bathroom.  Going back I see
he mentions find something for his aunt, and pocketed something
that Marjorie didn't get a good look at.  (I honestly assumed
it was aspirin or something like that.)  We can ignore my post.]




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Message: 3
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 21:06:52 EST
From: Mrfury28@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


Marjorie started to follow, then stopped.  "I'm not goin' in there with him
alone," she announced, looking around the room.
"I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins."  Hodges volunteered.  "We'd best keep an
eye on both Officer Powell and Miss Evans..."


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Message: 4
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 18:14:55 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>     Marjorie started to follow, then stopped.  "I'm not goin' in there
>     with him alone," she announced, looking around the room.
>
> "I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins."  Hodges volunteered.  "We'd best
> keep an eye on /both /Officer Powell and Miss Evans..."
>

Marjorie nodded.  "That's good sense that is," she answered
as she allowed Mr. Hodges to precede her into the kitchen.


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Message: 5
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 22:50:17 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> >     Marjorie started to follow, then stopped.  "I'm not
> > goin' in there with him alone," she announced, looking
> > around the room.
> >
> > "I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins."  Hodges volunteered.  "We'd best
> > keep an eye on /both /Officer Powell and Miss Evans..."
>
> Marjorie nodded.  "That's good sense that is," she answered
> as she allowed Mr. Hodges to precede her into the kitchen.

Philip, for his part, moved to the sink and rinsed his left hand thoroughly
under fairly hot water. He then gingerly unwrapped the bandage from his
right hand and, unless there were any immediate objections, began rinsing
that one as well.





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Message: 6
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 20:48:23 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

>>>
>>>"I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins."  Hodges volunteered.  "We'd best
>>>keep an eye on /both /Officer Powell and Miss Evans..."
>>
>>Marjorie nodded.  "That's good sense that is," she answered
>>as she allowed Mr. Hodges to precede her into the kitchen.
>
>
> Philip, for his part, moved to the sink and rinsed his left hand
> thoroughly
> under fairly hot water. He then gingerly unwrapped the bandage from his
> right hand and, unless there were any immediate objections, began rinsing
> that one as well.

Marjorie said "Wait... lemme see..." to Philip as he went
to wash his bandaged hand.  With Mr. Hodges as an
observer she looked carefully at Philip's right hand,
then at the bandages that had wrapped them.





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Message: 7
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 07:17:23 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


Marjorie started to follow, then stopped.  "I'm not goin' in there with him
alone," she announced, looking around the room.

"I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins."  Hodges volunteered.  "We'd best keep an
eye on both Officer Powell and Miss Evans..."

Oswald looked significantly at Lucinda.  She gave the faintest of nods and
followed the other three to the kitchen.

Oswald turned meanwhile to Vangie Evans.

"Is there any truth in your nephew's accusations?" he asked quietly.  "You
realise - there could be an investigation if he persists in making these
claims."





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Message: 8
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 05:36:15 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


At 09:06 PM 1/9/2005, you wrote:
>Marjorie started to follow, then stopped.  "I'm not goin' in there with
>him alone," she announced, looking around the room.
>
>"I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins."  Hodges volunteered.  "We'd best keep
>an eye on both Officer Powell and Miss Evans..."

"=Mrs.= Evans," Evangeine corrected frostily.





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Message: 9
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 05:59:55 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


>Marjorie started to follow, then stopped.  "I'm not goin' in there with
>him alone," she announced, looking around the room.
>
>"I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins."  Hodges volunteered.  "We'd best keep
>an eye on both Officer Powell and Miss Evans..."
>
>Oswald looked significantly at Lucinda.  She gave the faintest of nods and
>followed the other three to the kitchen.
>
>Oswald turned meanwhile to Vangie Evans.
>
>"Is there any truth in your nephew's accusations?" he asked quietly.  "You
>realise - there could be an investigation if he persists in making these
>claims."

She chuckled. "I lost my temper and told him I kept strychnine in the
kitchen and cyanide beside my stockings, I'm afraid, when he started making
insinuations to =me.= There isn't anything else of that sort of interest in
my house. I wouldn't want Sweetie to get at it."





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Message: 10
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 07:22:48 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> Marjorie said "Wait... lemme see..." to Philip as he went
> to wash his bandaged hand.  With Mr. Hodges as an
> observer she looked carefully at Philip's right hand,
> then at the bandages that had wrapped them.

"Fine," Philip muttered.

His right hand was a mass of old burns, the skin darkly scabbed over and the
fingers permanently crooked in a clawlike position. On the inside of the
first and second joints of all four fingers, however, the scabs seemed
recently broken through, revealing a small amount of drying blood and some
of the pink flesh underneath. The bandages showed small amounts of blood in
the appropriate places, and nothing else.

"I slipped on some rubble downstairs while trying to get the police here,
and had to catch myself on the door-frame with this hand," Philip said.
"Hurt like the dickens, it did, but...well, it's not as though it did any
permanent harm to the hand, after all." He smiled grimly. "Mr. Beaman and
Mr. Davis were there, they can tell you. Now, may I wash this hand? If there
is any more poison lying around, I'd prefer not to get it into an open
wound..."





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Message: 11
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 08:26:30 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> "Now I don't think Mr. Worthington could've done it...
> cause he can't move too well 'cause of his knee.  We'd've
> heard him in the dark... right?" Marjorie asked the room.
> "and he was sittin' on the stool next to me when there was
> lights out, and he was still there when the lights came
> back on."

"I was at the bar," Warren agreed. "I reckoned that it would
be much less trouble to stay where I was... I didn't think I
would be much help."



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Message: 12
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 08:32:39 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> > "But given my Great-Aunt's no-doubt-genuine concern for my health,
> > perhaps I
> > should wash my hands before I, or anyone else, go touching an open
> > wound?
> > Feel free to come with me if you like, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, or anyone
> > else who's so inclined. Let's make it a regular Christmas party at the
> > sink,
> > eh?" Whirling, he began stalking towards the kitchen, apparently not
> > caring
> > if anyone followed.
>
> Marjorie started to follow, then stopped.  "I'm not
> goin' in there with him alone," she announced, looking
> around the room.

Warren moved to the table, where he began to meticulously
examine both the  pill and the poison bottle.



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Message: 13
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 09:40:58 -0500
From: "Pruehs, Ree M." <rpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row: Lounge


> >Marjorie started to follow, then stopped.  "I'm not goin' in
> there with
> >him alone," she announced, looking around the room.
> >
> >"I'll accompany you, Miss Higgins."  Hodges volunteered.  "We'd best
> >keep
> >an eye on both Officer Powell and Miss Evans..."
> >
> >Oswald looked significantly at Lucinda.  She gave the
> faintest of nods
> >and
> >followed the other three to the kitchen.
> >
> >Oswald turned meanwhile to Vangie Evans.
> >
> >"Is there any truth in your nephew's accusations?" he asked
> quietly.
> >"You
> >realise - there could be an investigation if he persists in
> making these
> >claims."
>
> She chuckled. "I lost my temper and told him I kept strychnine in the
> kitchen and cyanide beside my stockings, I'm afraid, when he
> started making
> insinuations to =me.= There isn't anything else of that sort
> of interest in
> my house. I wouldn't want Sweetie to get at it."

She sobered, adding in a low voice "I didn't know Miss Diamond at all,
not for more than nodding at each other in the lobby as we passed. But
Philip knew her quite well, it seems...I didn't know that either, until
just a little while ago. If matters are being investigated..." She
turned a palm up. "A pub near Church Fenton, that's all I know about
where they met, after she'd done a show at the base."



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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 16:56:17 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>>>>Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as though
>>>>>Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie turned to
>>>>>Esme. "You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you, don't you
>>>>>Mrs. Fitzroy? ..do you remember me? Of course, it's been some
>>>>>years...from your days at the chemist's."
>>>>
>>>>Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed.
>>>>
>>>>"I ... I did.  I worked in Boots, before I was married.  But ... how do
>>>>you know that?"
>>>
>>>"Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers of
>>>the time."
>>
>>"Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned
>>toward Esme inquisitively.
>
>Esme was sitting quite still, her hands pressed to her mouth, her eyes
>round with horror.
>
>"Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans."

Vangie shrugged. "It was known," she said quietly, "that women in need of
help....certain kinds of..." She took a deep breath. "That women who were
expecting who didn't wish to be expecting, could go to a certain chemist,
and...not expect a great deal of trouble about the poisons register."





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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 23:06:45 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>>>>Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed.
>>>>>
>>>>>"I ... I did.  I worked in Boots, before I was married.  But ... how do
>>>>>you know that?"
>>>>
>>>>"Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers of
>>>>the time."
>>>
>>>"Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned
>>>toward Esme inquisitively.
>>
>>Esme was sitting quite still, her hands pressed to her mouth, her eyes
>>round with horror.
>>
>>"Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans."
>
> Vangie shrugged. "It was known," she said quietly, "that women in need of
> help....certain kinds of..." She took a deep breath. "That women who were
> expecting who didn't wish to be expecting, could go to a certain chemist,
> and...not expect a great deal of trouble about the poisons register."

"It was you," breathed Esme.  "You wanted to buy arsenic ... I told you it
wouldn't work ... not for that ... "






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Message: 3
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 15:37:54 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>>>
>>>> "Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned
>>>> toward Esme inquisitively.
>>>
>>>
>>> Esme was sitting quite still, her hands pressed to her mouth, her
>>> eyes round with horror.
>>>
>>> "Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans."
>>
>>
>> Vangie shrugged. "It was known," she said quietly, "that women in need
>> of help....certain kinds of..." She took a deep breath. "That women
>> who were expecting who didn't wish to be expecting, could go to a
>> certain chemist, and...not expect a great deal of trouble about the
>> poisons register."
>
>
> "It was you," breathed Esme.  "You wanted to buy arsenic ... I told you
> it wouldn't work ... not for that ... "

"What'd you need the arsenic for Mrs. Evans?" Marjorie asked.
She was sitting back in her chair, rubbing her arms as if for
warmth.




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Message: 4
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 19:44:49 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed.

"I ... I did.  I worked in Boots, before I was married.  But ... how do you
know that?"

"Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers of
the time."

"Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned toward
Esme inquisitively.

Esme was sitting quite still, her hands pressed to her mouth, her eyes
round with horror.

"Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans."

Vangie shrugged. "It was known," she said quietly, "that women in need of
help....certain kinds of..." She took a deep breath. "That women who were
expecting who didn't wish to be expecting, could go to a certain chemist,
and...not expect a great deal of trouble about the poisons register."

"It was you," breathed Esme.  "You wanted to buy arsenic ... I told you it
wouldn't work ... not for that ... "

Vangie shrugged. "It worked...well enough." She turned to Pamela. "To
answer your question, Lady Pamela, I haven't killed anyone tonight. I will
admit to temptation. More than once. But not to acting on it." She looked
at Oswald. "And to answer yours, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, there was a
chemist's bag in my medicine cabinet containing a bottle with a poison
label on it -- but no other markings. I think you'll find it isn't there
now. But there was someone in my bathroom dressing the wound on his
hand...and taking a very long time about it. And he had the bottle in his
jacket pocket, only a little while ago." She smiled tightly. "He showed it
to me, pretending to be 'worried' I had such a thin. And as I said, Philip,
I do hope you wore gloves when you handled it...I always do...but I don't
think you had time."





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Message: 5
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 00:59:41 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> "Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans."
>
> Vangie shrugged. "It was known," she said quietly, "that women in need of
> help....certain kinds of..." She took a deep breath. "That women who were
> expecting who didn't wish to be expecting, could go to a certain chemist,
> and...not expect a great deal of trouble about the poisons register."
>
> "It was you," breathed Esme.  "You wanted to buy arsenic ... I told you it
> wouldn't work ... not for that ... "
>
> Vangie shrugged. "It worked...well enough." She turned to Pamela. "To
> answer your question, Lady Pamela, I haven't killed anyone tonight. I will
> admit to temptation. More than once. But not to acting on it." She looked
> at Oswald. "And to answer yours, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, there was a
> chemist's bag in my medicine cabinet containing a bottle with a poison
> label on it -- but no other markings. I think you'll find it isn't there
> now. But there was someone in my bathroom dressing the wound on his
> hand...and taking a very long time about it. And he had the bottle in his
> jacket pocket, only a little while ago." She smiled tightly. "He showed it
> to me, pretending to be 'worried' I had such a thin. And as I said,
> Philip, I do hope you wore gloves when you handled it...I always do...but
> I don't think you had time."

Oswald gave her a long look, and then turned to Philip Powell.

"Perhaps you'd show us that wound on your hand, sir.  Lord Benwick showed
his ... and it was as he said - the mark of a stab wound from a knife.
Perhaps yours will be similarly innocuous ... or perhaps it will show the
mark of a ligature pulled tight - on another's neck."





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Message: 6
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 17:05:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> > "Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans."
> >
> > Vangie shrugged. "It was known," she said quietly, "that women in
> need of
> > help....certain kinds of..." She took a deep breath. "That women
> who were
> > expecting who didn't wish to be expecting, could go to a certain
> chemist,
> > and...not expect a great deal of trouble about the poisons
> register."
> >
> > "It was you," breathed Esme.  "You wanted to buy arsenic ... I told
> you it
> > wouldn't work ... not for that ... "
> >
> > Vangie shrugged. "It worked...well enough." She turned to Pamela.
> "To
> > answer your question, Lady Pamela, I haven't killed anyone tonight.
> I will
> > admit to temptation. More than once. But not to acting on it." She
> looked
> > at Oswald. "And to answer yours, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, there was
> a
> > chemist's bag in my medicine cabinet containing a bottle with a
> poison
> > label on it -- but no other markings. I think you'll find it isn't
> there
> > now. But there was someone in my bathroom dressing the wound on his
>
> > hand...and taking a very long time about it. And he had the bottle
> in his
> > jacket pocket, only a little while ago." She smiled tightly. "He
> showed it
> > to me, pretending to be 'worried' I had such a thin. And as I said,
>
> > Philip, I do hope you wore gloves when you handled it...I always
> do...but
> > I don't think you had time."
>
> Oswald gave her a long look, and then turned to Philip Powell.
>
> "Perhaps you'd show us that wound on your hand, sir.  Lord Benwick
> showed
> his ... and it was as he said - the mark of a stab wound from a
> knife.
> Perhaps yours will be similarly innocuous ... or perhaps it will show
> the
> mark of a ligature pulled tight - on another's neck."


Cyril said nothing, but the inquiring look toward Officer Powell
indicated his agreement with Oswald.



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Message: 7
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 20:43:53 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> Vangie shrugged. "It worked...well enough." She turned to Pamela. "To
> answer your question, Lady Pamela, I haven't killed anyone
> tonight. I will admit to temptation. More than once. But not to acting
> on it." She looked at Oswald. "And to answer yours, Mr.
> Skeffington-Nottle, there was a chemist's bag in my medicine cabinet
> containing a bottle with a poison label on it -- but no other markings.
> I think you'll find it isn't there now. But there was someone in my
> bathroom dressing the wound on his hand...and taking a very long time
> about it. And he had the bottle in his jacket pocket, only a little
> while ago." She smiled tightly. "He showed it to me, pretending to be
> 'worried' I had such a thin. And as I said, Philip, I do hope you wore
> gloves when you handled it...I always do...but I don't think you had
> time."

"How *dare* you," Philip snarled. "Yes, I have the damned bottle in my
pocket, because I was trying to avoid making *you* the prime suspect in an
attempted murder! But it wasn't in any bag when I found it, as I'm sure the
always-helpful Miss Higgins can attest, since she was there when I took it
not ten minutes ago. So if this isn't a load of rubbish, someone took it out
of the bag before I ever saw it...and that person, whoever it is, is likely
to be your killer. Unless, of course, you're blaming me in order to cover
your own tracks. And I wonder...were you really only joking about the
strychnine in the kitchen cupboard? Shall we have a look?"





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Message: 8
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 20:48:34 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> Oswald gave her a long look, and then turned to Philip Powell.
>
> "Perhaps you'd show us that wound on your hand, sir.  Lord
> Benwick showed his ... and it was as he said - the mark of a
> stab wound from a knife. Perhaps yours will be similarly
> innocuous ... or perhaps it will show the mark of a ligature
> pulled tight - on another's neck."

"So dear, harmless Evangeline has you believing her now too, eh? Fine."
Philip reached into his left jacket pocket and withdrew two small pill
bottles, which he slammed down onto the table. One bore only the familiar
skull-and-crossbones symbol signifying poison; the other was labeled as a
moderately potent prescription pain medicine. "My medicine, and
hers...though I suspect hers always wound up in someone else, rather than
herself.

"But given my Great-Aunt's no-doubt-genuine concern for my health, perhaps I
should wash my hands before I, or anyone else, go touching an open wound?
Feel free to come with me if you like, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, or anyone
else who's so inclined. Let's make it a regular Christmas party at the sink,
eh?" Whirling, he began stalking towards the kitchen, apparently not caring
if anyone followed.





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Message: 9
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 17:49:13 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>
> "How *dare* you," Philip snarled. "Yes, I have the damned bottle in my
> pocket, because I was trying to avoid making *you* the prime suspect in an
> attempted murder! But it wasn't in any bag when I found it, as I'm sure
> the
> always-helpful Miss Higgins can attest, since she was there when I took it
> not ten minutes ago. So if this isn't a load of rubbish, someone took it
> out
> of the bag before I ever saw it...and that person, whoever it is, is
> likely
> to be your killer. Unless, of course, you're blaming me in order to cover
> your own tracks. And I wonder...were you really only joking about the
> strychnine in the kitchen cupboard? Shall we have a look?"


"I didn't see you pick up anything!" Marjorie announced.
"And you were supposed to have cleaned out your pockets!
You liar!" she exclaimed to Philip.






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Message: 10
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 20:52:51 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> "I didn't see you pick up anything!" Marjorie announced.
> "And you were supposed to have cleaned out your pockets!
> You liar!" she exclaimed to Philip.

[OOC: Is this an oversight, or is Marjorie deliberately mis-remembering?
While she and Philip were searching the bathroom in the "Breaking into the
Bathroom" thread, Philip took a bottle out, claiming he was giving it to
Aunt Evangeline. I'm willing to respond to this if this is what Marjorie is
saying, but wanted to make sure it was correct.]





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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 10:35:22 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> Her speech became quicker and her manner more
> flustered, "He said that he'd cut it on his
> pocketknife while going in his pocket for his lighter.
> And I didn't think anything of it at the time, but
> later I realized- why didn't we hear him cry out? If
> you were reaching in the dark for something and
> suddenly cut yourself, you'd certainly make a noise or
> two, but we didn't hear anything. So either he was out
> of the room when he cut his hand on the pocketknife,
> which, like I said earlier, makes no sense because
> there would be no reason to go wandering around a
> strange flat in the dark... or he cut his hand in a
> different way."

"It's a poor pocketknife that comes open in one's pocket," Philip noted.
"And where, exactly, did you find the gauze to wrap it with in the dark,
Lord Richard?"





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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 10:40:31 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> > "So... if Sweetie had it, and Mrs. Evan's kept Sweetie
> > locked up, doesn't that mean Sweetie had to find it
> > somewhere in Mrs. Evan's apartment?" Marjorie asked
> > even as she gave Philip a suspicious look.  "Like
> > where Mr. Philip lives right now?"

"You mean my room -- the room that the cat isn't allowed to enter?" Philip
snapped back. "The only thing I need to get from the pharmacy are the pain
pills for my hand, and I never bother with the bag.

> "And Mrs. Evans seemed to think the bag was dangerous for
> Sweetie to play with," Cyril pointed out.  "Wouldn't that
> indicate that she might have known what was in it?"

"She's already said that there was rat poison in it," Philip pointed out.
"Though presumably she wouldn't *need* rat poison with Sweetie here...and if
the poison was still in its bag, it was probably bought after the cat got
here. I wonder why?"





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Message: 3
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 10:41:26 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

> > >
> > >> "But he wasn't 'ere before Fitzroy was poisoned," Marjorie
> > protested.
> > >> "He showed up after Mr. and Mrs. Skeffinton-Nottle.  At least... I
> >
> > >> think he did...  I think it was actually after Fitzroy left to go
> > to
> > >> the bathroom."
> > >
> > >  >
> > >
> > >> "Well, what about this bag?"  Hodges asked.  "Mr. Fitzroy was
> > poisoned
> > >> and the ladies say it was arsenic.  No one asked me for any
> > arsenic
> > >> from the stores.  This bag is like one what come from a pharmacy -
> >
> > >> where one might buy arsenic.  If we find out where Sweetie got the
> >
> > >> bag, that might identify the murderer,"
> >
> > "So... if Sweetie had it, and Mrs. Evan's kept Sweetie
> > locked up, doesn't that mean Sweetie had to find it
> > somewhere in Mrs. Evan's apartment?" Marjorie asked
> > even as she gave Philip a suspicious look.  "Like
> > where Mr. Philip lives right now?"
>
>"And Mrs. Evans seemed to think the bag was dangerous for Sweetie to
>play with," Cyril pointed out.  "Wouldn't that indicate that she might
>have known what was in it?"

"Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them, "I
=am= right here to be asked."





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Message: 4
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 15:55:50 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>> > >> "Well, what about this bag?"  Hodges asked.  "Mr. Fitzroy was
>> > poisoned
>> > >> and the ladies say it was arsenic.  No one asked me for any
>> > arsenic
>> > >> from the stores.  This bag is like one what come from a pharmacy -
>> >
>> > >> where one might buy arsenic.  If we find out where Sweetie got the
>> >
>> > >> bag, that might identify the murderer,"
>> >
>> > "So... if Sweetie had it, and Mrs. Evan's kept Sweetie
>> > locked up, doesn't that mean Sweetie had to find it
>> > somewhere in Mrs. Evan's apartment?" Marjorie asked
>> > even as she gave Philip a suspicious look.  "Like
>> > where Mr. Philip lives right now?"
>>
>>"And Mrs. Evans seemed to think the bag was dangerous for Sweetie to
>>play with," Cyril pointed out.  "Wouldn't that indicate that she might
>>have known what was in it?"
>
> "Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them, "I
> =am= right here to be asked."

"Then perhaps," said Oswald, "you could tell us all about this arsenic, Mrs
Evans.  And why you think your nephew might have taken it."





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Message: 5
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 09:57:44 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> "Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them, "I
> =am= right here to be asked."

"Indeed, how terribly rude of us," Pamela interposed smoothly. "What
was in the bag, Mrs. Evans, and why has it got blood on it? And as long
as we're asking questions of everyone -- did you kill Miss Diamond? Did
you poison Mr. Fitzroy?"



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

Message: 6
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 16:06:41 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>> "Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them, "I
>> =am= right here to be asked."
>
> "Indeed, how terribly rude of us," Pamela interposed smoothly. "What was
> in the bag, Mrs. Evans, and why has it got blood on it? And as long as
> we're asking questions of everyone -- did you kill Miss Diamond? Did you
> poison Mr. Fitzroy?"
>

"Or perhaps," said Lucinda slowly, "you've actually poisoned someone else
entirely."






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Message: 7
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 12:41:25 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>>"Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them, "I
>>>=am= right here to be asked."
>>
>>"Indeed, how terribly rude of us," Pamela interposed smoothly. "What was
>>in the bag, Mrs. Evans, and why has it got blood on it? And as long as
>>we're asking questions of everyone -- did you kill Miss Diamond? Did you
>>poison Mr. Fitzroy?"
>
>"Or perhaps," said Lucinda slowly, "you've actually poisoned someone else
>entirely."

Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as though
Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie turned to Esme.
"You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you, don't you Mrs. Fitzroy?
..do you remember me? Of course, it's been some years...from your days at
the chemist's."





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Message: 8
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 18:24:02 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>>>"Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them, "I
>>>>=am= right here to be asked."
>>>
>>>"Indeed, how terribly rude of us," Pamela interposed smoothly. "What was
>>>in the bag, Mrs. Evans, and why has it got blood on it? And as long as
>>>we're asking questions of everyone -- did you kill Miss Diamond? Did you
>>>poison Mr. Fitzroy?"
>>
>>"Or perhaps," said Lucinda slowly, "you've actually poisoned someone else
>>entirely."
>
> Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as though
> Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie turned to
> Esme. "You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you, don't you Mrs.
> Fitzroy? ..do you remember me? Of course, it's been some years...from your
> days at the chemist's."

Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed.

"I ... I did.  I worked in Boots, before I was married.  But ... how do you
know that?"






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

Message: 9
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 13:27:23 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>>>>"Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of them,
>>>>>"I =am= right here to be asked."
>>>>
>>>>"Indeed, how terribly rude of us," Pamela interposed smoothly. "What
>>>>was in the bag, Mrs. Evans, and why has it got blood on it? And as long
>>>>as we're asking questions of everyone -- did you kill Miss Diamond? Did
>>>>you poison Mr. Fitzroy?"
>>>
>>>"Or perhaps," said Lucinda slowly, "you've actually poisoned someone
>>>else entirely."
>>
>>Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as though
>>Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie turned to
>>Esme. "You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you, don't you Mrs.
>>Fitzroy? ..do you remember me? Of course, it's been some years...from
>>your days at the chemist's."
>
>Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed.
>
>"I ... I did.  I worked in Boots, before I was married.  But ... how do
>you know that?"

"Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers of
the time."





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Message: 10
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 12:38:48 -0600
From: "Jvstin(Mindspring)" <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


on 1/9/2005 12:27 PM Ree Moorhead Pruehs said the following:
>
>>>>>> "Do you know," Vangie said, turning a cool gaze on the three of
>>>>>> them, "I =am= right here to be asked."
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>> "Indeed, how terribly rude of us," Pamela interposed smoothly.
>>>>> "What was in the bag, Mrs. Evans, and why has it got blood on it?
>>>>> And as long as we're asking questions of everyone -- did you kill
>>>>> Miss Diamond? Did you poison Mr. Fitzroy?"
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> "Or perhaps," said Lucinda slowly, "you've actually poisoned someone
>>>> else entirely."
>>>
>>>
>>> Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as though
>>> Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie turned to
>>> Esme. "You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you, don't you
>>> Mrs. Fitzroy? ..do you remember me? Of course, it's been some
>>> years...from your days at the chemist's."
>>
>>
>> Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed.
>>
>> "I ... I did.  I worked in Boots, before I was married.  But ... how
>> do you know that?"
>
>
> "Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers of
> the time."
>

"Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned
toward Esme inquisitively.






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Message: 11
Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 11:43:55 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

>>>>
>>>>
>>>> Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as
>>>> though Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie
>>>> turned to Esme. "You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you,
>>>> don't you Mrs. Fitzroy? ..do you remember me? Of course, it's been
>>>> some years...from your days at the chemist's."
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed.
>>>
>>> "I ... I did.  I worked in Boots, before I was married.  But ... how
>>> do you know that?"
>>
>>
>>
>> "Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers
>> of the time."
>>
>
> "Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned
> toward Esme inquisitively.

"What does this have to do with the white bag?" Marjorie asked,
giving Mrs. Evans a confused look.



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

Message: 12
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 20:02:28 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>>> Instead of answering any of the three directly -- it seemed as though
>>>> Oswald, Pamela and Lucinda had all spoken at once -- Vangie turned to
>>>> Esme. "You do know I recognized you the moment I saw you, don't you
>>>> Mrs. Fitzroy? ..do you remember me? Of course, it's been some
>>>> years...from your days at the chemist's."
>>>
>>>
>>> Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed.
>>>
>>> "I ... I did.  I worked in Boots, before I was married.  But ... how do
>>> you know that?"
>>
>>
>> "Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers of
>> the time."
>>
>
> "Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned toward
> Esme inquisitively.
>


Esme was sitting quite still, her hands pressed to her mouth, her eyes round
with horror.

"Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans."





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Message: 1
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 21:54:43 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> > "It's a diagram," said Anton suddenly.  "That is what you
> > should have.  Who was here for the first murder ... and for
> > the second."
>
>"But if there were two different killers," Philip said thoughtfully, "you
>might be eliminating one or both of the real murderers. Perhaps two people
>were working together...or perhaps someone took advantage of the first
>murder to commit a second one, hoping that the first murderer would take
>the
>blame for both crimes."

Vangie made an incoherent but derisive noise.

[ooc: I'm sorry. I'm a little lost on the exact sequence of events since
Vangie was brought back upstairs, which is why I haven't posted much.]





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

Message: 2
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 20:12:40 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>"And wasn't Miss Diamond pregnant by an officer?" she asked
>>the room hesitantly while continuing to watch Philip.  "He's
>>an officer. And he says he heard me in the lounge, but I
>>didn't hear him."
>
>
> "I would be surprised if you had, madam, since I didn't *say* anything
> until
> I offered to go downstairs and meet the Warden," Philip replied, somewhat
> testily. "And I believe that the identity of Miss Diamond's...lover...is a
> matter of hearsay and nothing more. Even if it's true, there are a number
> of
> officers here, and I daresay more than a few others in London. Even if we
> assume that the rumor is correct, *and* that that was the motive for her
> murder -- which is by no means given, as you yourself have pointed out --
> that hardly points a finger at me alone."
>
>
>>"Maybe... someone should check Mr. Powell's pockets for a
>>knife or something that could hold poison?" she suggested.
>
>
> "I'll save you the trouble," Philip snapped. Reaching into his left-hand
> trouser pocket, he pulled out a small and ordinary-looking penknife, along
> with a wallet, a few loose coins and a set of keys, and dumped the lot
> onto
> a nearby table. He then turned the pocket inside-out to prove that it was
> empty, then reached awkwardly across to do the same thing, left-handed,
> with
> his (empty) right-hand trouser pocket.
>
> "And, Miss...Higgins, is it?" He gestured towards Marjorie with his
> mangled
> and bandaged right hand. "If you can think of a way to strangle someone
> one-handed, do please let me know. There are so few things I can do with
> just the one hand, after all."

Marjorie frowned, thought for a moment.  Then said slowly
"You were at the bar... at the same time Miss Diamond
came back for a drink.  You even came around behind to
serve yourself... maybe... sleeping pills.. in her drink...
Then it wouldn't've been hard at all to kill her later,
even with a bad hand, eh?"




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

Message: 3
Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 23:53:41 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> Marjorie frowned, thought for a moment.  Then said slowly
> "You were at the bar... at the same time Miss Diamond
> came back for a drink.  You even came around behind to
> serve yourself... maybe... sleeping pills.. in her drink...
> Then it wouldn't've been hard at all to kill her later, even
> with a bad hand, eh?"

"Certainly!" barked Philip, his voice rising with each sentence. "I put
sleeping pills --  which I *always* carry in case I need to murder someone
-- in the woman's drink, because I *knew* she would wander off to Mr.
Barowenski's apartment, *and* that Mr. Barowenski wouldn't actually be
playing the piano at the time, *and* that there would be a blackout which
would give me enough time to slip across, find her in the darkness, strangle
her -- with one end of the wire clenched in my teeth, no doubt -- and then
come back in time to meet the warden." Philip released a short, angry laugh.
"This is ludicrous! If we're allowed to conjure up sleeping pills and God
knows what else out of thin air, I can write a scenario that will make any
of us look like a murderer -- and two for you, Miss Higgins. But I think
we'd be much better served if we stick to the facts, few as they may be.
Shall we?"



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

Message: 4
Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 21:12:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Jonathan Katalenic <jjkatalenic@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> > Marjorie frowned, thought for a moment.  Then said
> slowly
> > "You were at the bar... at the same time Miss
> Diamond
> > came back for a drink.  You even came around
> behind to
> > serve yourself... maybe... sleeping pills.. in her
> drink...
> > Then it wouldn't've been hard at all to kill her
> later, even
> > with a bad hand, eh?"
>
> "Certainly!" barked Philip, his voice rising with
> each sentence. "I put
> sleeping pills --  which I *always* carry in case I
> need to murder someone
> -- in the woman's drink, because I *knew* she would
> wander off to Mr.
> Barowenski's apartment, *and* that Mr. Barowenski
> wouldn't actually be
> playing the piano at the time, *and* that there
> would be a blackout which
> would give me enough time to slip across, find her
> in the darkness, strangle
> her -- with one end of the wire clenched in my
> teeth, no doubt -- and then
> come back in time to meet the warden." Philip
> released a short, angry laugh.
> "This is ludicrous! If we're allowed to conjure up
> sleeping pills and God
> knows what else out of thin air, I can write a
> scenario that will make any
> of us look like a murderer -- and two for you, Miss
> Higgins. But I think
> we'd be much better served if we stick to the facts,
> few as they may be.
> Shall we?"

"Oh, my goodness, of course. That's it!" Nicola said.
"Stick to it- stick together, stuck together!"



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

Message: 5
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 22:01:01 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

>>
>>"Certainly!" barked Philip, his voice rising with
>>each sentence. "I put
>>sleeping pills --  which I *always* carry in case I
>>need to murder someone
>>-- in the woman's drink, because I *knew* she would
>>wander off to Mr.
>>Barowenski's apartment, *and* that Mr. Barowenski
>>wouldn't actually be
>>playing the piano at the time, *and* that there
>>would be a blackout which
>>would give me enough time to slip across, find her
>>in the darkness, strangle
>>her -- with one end of the wire clenched in my
>>teeth, no doubt -- and then
>>come back in time to meet the warden." Philip
>>released a short, angry laugh.
>>"This is ludicrous! If we're allowed to conjure up
>>sleeping pills and God
>>knows what else out of thin air, I can write a
>>scenario that will make any
>>of us look like a murderer -- and two for you, Miss
>>Higgins. But I think
>>we'd be much better served if we stick to the facts,
>>few as they may be.
>>Shall we?"
>
>
> "Oh, my goodness, of course. That's it!" Nicola said.
> "Stick to it- stick together, stuck together!"

Marjorie had opened her mouth to answer Philip when
Nicola suddenly interjected.  "What are you talking
about?" she asked Nicola, astonished.




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

Message: 6
Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 22:16:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Jonathan Katalenic <jjkatalenic@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

>>
>>"Certainly!" barked Philip, his voice rising with
>>each sentence. "I put
>>sleeping pills --  which I *always* carry in case I
>>need to murder someone
>>-- in the woman's drink, because I *knew* she would
>>wander off to Mr.
>>Barowenski's apartment, *and* that Mr. Barowenski
>>wouldn't actually be
>>playing the piano at the time, *and* that there
>>would be a blackout which
>>would give me enough time to slip across, find her
>>in the darkness, strangle
>>her -- with one end of the wire clenched in my
>>teeth, no doubt -- and then
>>come back in time to meet the warden." Philip
>>released a short, angry laugh.
>>"This is ludicrous! If we're allowed to conjure up
>>sleeping pills and God
>>knows what else out of thin air, I can write a
>>scenario that will make any
>>of us look like a murderer -- and two for you, Miss
>>Higgins. But I think
>>we'd be much better served if we stick to the facts,
>>few as they may be.
>>Shall we?"
>
>
> "Oh, my goodness, of course. That's it!" Nicola
said.
> "Stick to it- stick together, stuck together!"

Marjorie had opened her mouth to answer Philip when
Nicola suddenly interjected.  "What are you talking
about?" she asked Nicola, astonished.

Nicola turned to Marjorie and began to speak, "During
the party, right before the blackout, we were all in
our little clumps. Some of us were by the bar, some
were toasting and some were off in the corner sulking.
When the lights went out, we all wandered just a
little, trying to make our way around the room
comfortably, but certainly nobody was going to go
traipsing through a strange flat in the dark- there
was too much risk of falling over something or bumping
into somebody, correct?"

She continued, "So when the lights came back on, most
of us were, for better or worse, pretty near to the
people we were close to when the lights came back on.
I was in a group with Lady Pamela, Lord Richard and
Mr. Drake," she said, pointing each out in turn. "Lady
Pamela was there and Mr. Drake was there, but Lord
Richard was not. He was out of the room and he didn't
come back in until a few minutes later, after Mr.
Barowenski came in and announced that Nola had been
killed. He had a cut on his hand and he'd wrapped it
in gauze."

Her speech became quicker and her manner more
flustered, "He said that he'd cut it on his
pocketknife while going in his pocket for his lighter.
And I didn't think anything of it at the time, but
later I realized- why didn't we hear him cry out? If
you were reaching in the dark for something and
suddenly cut yourself, you'd certainly make a noise or
two, but we didn't hear anything. So either he was out
of the room when he cut his hand on the pocketknife,
which, like I said earlier, makes no sense because
there would be no reason to go wandering around a
strange flat in the dark... or he cut his hand in a
different way."


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

Message: 7
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 22:27:46 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

>>
>>"Oh, my goodness, of course. That's it!" Nicola
>
> said.
>
>>"Stick to it- stick together, stuck together!"
>
>
> Marjorie had opened her mouth to answer Philip when
> Nicola suddenly interjected.  "What are you talking
> about?" she asked Nicola, astonished.
>
> Nicola turned to Marjorie and began to speak, "During
> the party, right before the blackout, we were all in
> our little clumps. Some of us were by the bar, some
> were toasting and some were off in the corner sulking.
> When the lights went out, we all wandered just a
> little, trying to make our way around the room
> comfortably, but certainly nobody was going to go
> traipsing through a strange flat in the dark- there
> was too much risk of falling over something or bumping
> into somebody, correct?"
>
> She continued, "So when the lights came back on, most
> of us were, for better or worse, pretty near to the
> people we were close to when the lights came back on.
> I was in a group with Lady Pamela, Lord Richard and
> Mr. Drake," she said, pointing each out in turn. "Lady
> Pamela was there and Mr. Drake was there, but Lord
> Richard was not. He was out of the room and he didn't
> come back in until a few minutes later, after Mr.
> Barowenski came in and announced that Nola had been
> killed. He had a cut on his hand and he'd wrapped it
> in gauze."
>
> Her speech became quicker and her manner more
> flustered, "He said that he'd cut it on his
> pocketknife while going in his pocket for his lighter.
> And I didn't think anything of it at the time, but
> later I realized- why didn't we hear him cry out? If
> you were reaching in the dark for something and
> suddenly cut yourself, you'd certainly make a noise or
> two, but we didn't hear anything. So either he was out
> of the room when he cut his hand on the pocketknife,
> which, like I said earlier, makes no sense because
> there would be no reason to go wandering around a
> strange flat in the dark... or he cut his hand in a
> different way."

"But he wasn't 'ere before Fitzroy was poisoned,"
Marjorie protested.  "He showed up after Mr. and
Mrs. Skeffinton-Nottle.  At least... I think he
did...  I think it was actually after Fitzroy left
to go to the bathroom."




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

Message: 8
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 23:09:20 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> "But he wasn't 'ere before Fitzroy was poisoned," Marjorie protested.
> "He showed up after Mr. and Mrs. Skeffinton-Nottle.  At least... I think
> he did...  I think it was actually after Fitzroy left to go to the
> bathroom."
  >
> "Well, what about this bag?"  Hodges asked.  "Mr. Fitzroy was poisoned
> and the ladies say it was arsenic.  No one asked me for any arsenic from
> the stores.  This bag is like one what come from a pharmacy - where one
> might buy arsenic.  If we find out where Sweetie got the bag, that might
> identify the murderer,"




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

Message: 9
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 23:38:22 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>> "But he wasn't 'ere before Fitzroy was poisoned," Marjorie protested.
>> "He showed up after Mr. and Mrs. Skeffinton-Nottle.  At least... I
>> think he did...  I think it was actually after Fitzroy left to go to
>> the bathroom."
>
>  >
>
>> "Well, what about this bag?"  Hodges asked.  "Mr. Fitzroy was poisoned
>> and the ladies say it was arsenic.  No one asked me for any arsenic
>> from the stores.  This bag is like one what come from a pharmacy -
>> where one might buy arsenic.  If we find out where Sweetie got the
>> bag, that might identify the murderer,"

"So... if Sweetie had it, and Mrs. Evan's kept Sweetie
locked up, doesn't that mean Sweetie had to find it
somewhere in Mrs. Evan's apartment?" Marjorie asked
even as she gave Philip a suspicious look.  "Like
where Mr. Philip lives right now?"





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Message: 10
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 04:57:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> >> "But he wasn't 'ere before Fitzroy was poisoned," Marjorie
> protested.
> >> "He showed up after Mr. and Mrs. Skeffinton-Nottle.  At least... I
>
> >> think he did...  I think it was actually after Fitzroy left to go
> to
> >> the bathroom."
> >
> >  >
> >
> >> "Well, what about this bag?"  Hodges asked.  "Mr. Fitzroy was
> poisoned
> >> and the ladies say it was arsenic.  No one asked me for any
> arsenic
> >> from the stores.  This bag is like one what come from a pharmacy -
>
> >> where one might buy arsenic.  If we find out where Sweetie got the
>
> >> bag, that might identify the murderer,"
>
> "So... if Sweetie had it, and Mrs. Evan's kept Sweetie
> locked up, doesn't that mean Sweetie had to find it
> somewhere in Mrs. Evan's apartment?" Marjorie asked
> even as she gave Philip a suspicious look.  "Like
> where Mr. Philip lives right now?"

"And Mrs. Evans seemed to think the bag was dangerous for Sweetie to
play with," Cyril pointed out.  "Wouldn't that indicate that she might
have known what was in it?"



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Message: 1
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 12:39:14 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>>
>>
>>"Perhaps," said Oswald.  "But I think we can narrow
>>our suspects down a
>>little.  "Who was actually present in the room when
>>Fitzroy was poisoned?"
>>
>>"Lady Gower wasn't," said Lucinda.  "Or Mrs Fitzroy
>>... or Mrs Evans.  And
>>Mr Davies and Mr Drake were downstairs by the front
>>door.
>>
>>"The Wing-Commander, Mr Beaman and Miss Douglas all
>>came in a little late
>>... perhaps just in time to poison Mr Fitzroy - if
>>they acted quickly.
>>Perhaps Lord Benwick, Miss Mauberley and Mr
>>Barowenski - they came later.

"And you and your husband just came in and were
separating Fitzroy and Mrs. Rosen," Marjorie
added.  "So you didn't have a chance I think,
either..."


>>"Unless rthose people who weren't here had a way to
>>poison the tea while
>>they were out of the room ... I would think they're
>>in the clear.  And I
>>know Mrs Beaman had the tea from Mrs Evans.  But
>>that would be a very
>>imprecise way of killing someone ... and this is a
>>killing done with some
>>precision."  She looked at her husand.
>>
>>"We could test for the blood on the paper bag ...
>>and blood on the curtain."
>>
>>"The blood may have come later," said Oswald.
>>"After the strangling ...
>>several people had cuts or marks on their hands ...
>>didn't they?"
>>
>>"We could also also see if anyone is carrying a
>>knife that might have been
>>used to cut the curtain," suggested Anton.  "A pen
>>knife ... or a ceremonial
>>dagger."
>
>
> 'Wait a minute,' Nicola thought to herself. "He had a
> knife... and cuts on his hands," she said aloud
> slowly. Her gaze turned towards Lord Richard.

"Did anyone take sugar in their tea?" Marjorie asked.
"Did Fitzroy?"





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Message: 2
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 14:39:41 -0600
From: "Jvstin(Mindspring)" <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

>>
>>>> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door
>>>> the lounge.  "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain..
>>>> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in.  Since
>>>> everyone's here... should be safe."
>>
>>
>>
>> James shook his head.  "No, I will accompany you.  None of us should
>> be alone. Period."  He hurried his steps so that he was soon beside
>> Marjorie en route toward the service door.
>>
>
> [It's perfectly fine that James went with Marjorie to retrieve
> the scrap I think...]
>
[Thank you. I wondered if the turn had never gotten to the list, since
no one seemed to acknowledge it!]




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Message: 3
Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 21:37:35 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>>> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door
>>>> the lounge.  "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain..
>>>> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in.  Since
>>>> everyone's here... should be safe."
>>
>>
>> James shook his head.  "No, I will accompany you.  None of us should be
>> alone. Period."  He hurried his steps so that he was soon beside
>> Marjorie en route toward the service door.
>>
>
> [It's perfectly fine that James went with Marjorie to retrieve
> the scrap I think...]
>

[OOC - yes, that's fine]




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Message: 4
Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 21:44:08 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>>"Perhaps," said Oswald.  "But I think we can narrow
>>>our suspects down a little.  "Who was actually present in the room when
>>>Fitzroy was poisoned?"
>>>
>>>"Lady Gower wasn't," said Lucinda.  "Or Mrs Fitzroy
>>>... or Mrs Evans.  And Mr Davies and Mr Drake were downstairs by the
>>>front
>>>door.
>>>
>>>"The Wing-Commander, Mr Beaman and Miss Douglas all
>>>came in a little late ... perhaps just in time to poison Mr Fitzroy - if
>>>they acted quickly. Perhaps Lord Benwick, Miss Mauberley and Mr
>>>Barowenski - they came later.
>
> "And you and your husband just came in and were
> separating Fitzroy and Mrs. Rosen," Marjorie
> added.  "So you didn't have a chance I think,
> either..."
>

"Which similarly rules out Mrs Rosen," said Oswald.  "Unless she was acting
as a deliberate diversion.  And ... that seems unlikely."


>>>"Unless those people who weren't here had a way to
>>>poison the tea while they were out of the room ... I would think they're
>>>in the clear.  And I know Mrs Beaman had the tea from Mrs Evans.  But
>>>that would be a very imprecise way of killing someone ... and this is a
>>>killing done with some precision."  She looked at her husand.
>>>
>>>"We could test for the blood on the paper bag ...
>>>and blood on the curtain."
>>>
>>>"The blood may have come later," said Oswald. "After the strangling ...
>>>several people had cuts or marks on their hands ...
>>>didn't they?"
>>>
>>>"We could also also see if anyone is carrying a
>>>knife that might have been used to cut the curtain," suggested Anton.  "A
>>>pen
>>>knife ... or a ceremonial dagger."
>>
>>
>> 'Wait a minute,' Nicola thought to herself. "He had a
>> knife... and cuts on his hands," she said aloud
>> slowly. Her gaze turned towards Lord Richard.
>
> "Did anyone take sugar in their tea?" Marjorie asked.
> "Did Fitzroy?"
>

"No," said Esme.  "He never did.  "But I do ... "

"I think the poison was placed directly in the cup," said Oswald.  "Anything
else would have been too chancy."






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Message: 5
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 14:09:49 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>>>
>>>> "We could test for the blood on the paper bag ...
>>>> and blood on the curtain."
>>>>
>>>> "The blood may have come later," said Oswald. "After the strangling
>>>> ... several people had cuts or marks on their hands ...
>>>> didn't they?"
>>>>
>>>> "We could also also see if anyone is carrying a
>>>> knife that might have been used to cut the curtain," suggested
>>>> Anton.  "A pen
>>>> knife ... or a ceremonial dagger."
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> 'Wait a minute,' Nicola thought to herself. "He had a
>>> knife... and cuts on his hands," she said aloud
>>> slowly. Her gaze turned towards Lord Richard.
>>
>>
>> "Did anyone take sugar in their tea?" Marjorie asked.
>> "Did Fitzroy?"
>>
>
> "No," said Esme.  "He never did.  "But I do ... "
>
> "I think the poison was placed directly in the cup," said Oswald.
> "Anything else would have been too chancy."

Marjorie looked around.  "Well...  It was me, Mrs. Rosen, Mr. Powell,
Lady Pamela, Mrs. Beaman, Mr. Worthington and Miss Nicola here with
Mr. Fitzroy."

"Now...  Mrs. Beaman was in the lounge when the lights out happened.
At least I think that's who it sounded like.  And I remember
Miss Nicola helping her up.  At least it sounded like her.  Mrs. Beaman
did send Mr. Beaman back to their rooms before the lights out.  And I
suggested someone should tell Mr. Anton about the UXB.  I was still at
the bar when I said that, too.  Right?"





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Message: 6
Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 17:28:39 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> "Now...  Mrs. Beaman was in the lounge when the lights out
> happened. At least I think that's who it sounded like.  And I
> remember Miss Nicola helping her up.  At least it sounded
> like her.  Mrs. Beaman did send Mr. Beaman back to their
> rooms before the lights out.  And I suggested someone should
> tell Mr. Anton about the UXB.  I was still at the bar when I
> said that, too.  Right?"

"Right, I remember that," Philip nodded. "At least, that sounded like it was
where you were."





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Message: 7
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 15:30:11 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>"Now...  Mrs. Beaman was in the lounge when the lights out
>>happened. At least I think that's who it sounded like.  And I
>>remember Miss Nicola helping her up.  At least it sounded
>>like her.  Mrs. Beaman did send Mr. Beaman back to their
>>rooms before the lights out.  And I suggested someone should
>>tell Mr. Anton about the UXB.  I was still at the bar when I
>>said that, too.  Right?"
>
>
> "Right, I remember that," Philip nodded. "At least, that sounded like it
> was
> where you were."

"Now I don't think Mr. Worthington could've done it...
cause he can't move too well 'cause of his knee.  We'd've
heard him in the dark... right?" Marjorie asked the room.
"and he was sittin' on the stool next to me when there was
lights out, and he was still there when the lights came
back on."




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Message: 8
Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 02:12:26 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>>"Now...  Mrs. Beaman was in the lounge when the lights out happened. At
>>>least I think that's who it sounded like.  And I remember Miss Nicola
>>>helping her up.  At least it sounded like her.  Mrs. Beaman did send Mr.
>>>Beaman back to their rooms before the lights out.  And I suggested
>>>someone should tell Mr. Anton about the UXB.  I was still at the bar when
>>>I said that, too.  Right?"
>>
>>
>> "Right, I remember that," Philip nodded. "At least, that sounded like it
>> was
>> where you were."
>
> "Now I don't think Mr. Worthington could've done it...
> cause he can't move too well 'cause of his knee.  We'd've
> heard him in the dark... right?" Marjorie asked the room.
> "and he was sittin' on the stool next to me when there was
> lights out, and he was still there when the lights came
> back on."
>

"And Miss Douglas gave her toast as well," said Lucinda.  "She was here ...
"

"It's a diagram," said Anton suddenly.  "That is what you should have.  WHo
was here for the first murder ... and for the second."






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Message: 9
Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 21:14:28 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> "It's a diagram," said Anton suddenly.  "That is what you
> should have.  Who was here for the first murder ... and for
> the second."

"But if there were two different killers," Philip said thoughtfully, "you
might be eliminating one or both of the real murderers. Perhaps two people
were working together...or perhaps someone took advantage of the first
murder to commit a second one, hoping that the first murderer would take the
blame for both crimes."





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Message: 10
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 18:34:09 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>
> "But if there were two different killers," Philip said thoughtfully, "you
> might be eliminating one or both of the real murderers. Perhaps two people
> were working together...or perhaps someone took advantage of the first
> murder to commit a second one, hoping that the first murderer would take
> the
> blame for both crimes."

"Or... one murderer trying to confuse the issue," Marjorie
countered, looking at Philip.  "Cause if Lucinda remembers
hearing Miss Douglas' toast, that means..  it was most likely
you, Mr. Powell, or Lady Pamela... cause I remember hearin'
the others in the lounge in the dark.  And... you were holdin'
the tea cups... and you're an officer..."

"And wasn't Miss Diamond pregnant by an officer?" she asked
the room hesitantly while continuing to watch Philip.  "He's
an officer. And he says he heard me in the lounge, but I
didn't hear him."

"Maybe... someone should check Mr. Powell's pockets for a
knife or something that could hold poison?" she suggested.




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Message: 11
Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 21:55:04 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> "And wasn't Miss Diamond pregnant by an officer?" she asked
> the room hesitantly while continuing to watch Philip.  "He's
> an officer. And he says he heard me in the lounge, but I
> didn't hear him."

"I would be surprised if you had, madam, since I didn't *say* anything until
I offered to go downstairs and meet the Warden," Philip replied, somewhat
testily. "And I believe that the identity of Miss Diamond's...lover...is a
matter of hearsay and nothing more. Even if it's true, there are a number of
officers here, and I daresay more than a few others in London. Even if we
assume that the rumor is correct, *and* that that was the motive for her
murder -- which is by no means given, as you yourself have pointed out --
that hardly points a finger at me alone."

> "Maybe... someone should check Mr. Powell's pockets for a
> knife or something that could hold poison?" she suggested.

"I'll save you the trouble," Philip snapped. Reaching into his left-hand
trouser pocket, he pulled out a small and ordinary-looking penknife, along
with a wallet, a few loose coins and a set of keys, and dumped the lot onto
a nearby table. He then turned the pocket inside-out to prove that it was
empty, then reached awkwardly across to do the same thing, left-handed, with
his (empty) right-hand trouser pocket.

"And, Miss...Higgins, is it?" He gestured towards Marjorie with his mangled
and bandaged right hand. "If you can think of a way to strangle someone
one-handed, do please let me know. There are so few things I can do with
just the one hand, after all."





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Message: 1
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 09:51:45 -0600
From: "Jvstin(Mindspring)" <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


on 1/8/2005 9:29 AM Mel Mason said the following:
>>> Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar,
>>> trying to get a drink for
>>> myself. When the lights went out I started for the
>>> door, but when Mr. Davis
>>> had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay
>>> in one place and out of
>>> the way, so I backed against the wall by the door
>>> and stayed there until the
>>> ARP warden arrived. Then I went down to meet him
>>> with Mr. Hodges, Commander
>>> Coldsmith-Briggs, and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle."
>>
>>
>> Nicola's eyes darted around the room from person to
>> person, mentally checking them off in her head. 'There
>> has to be somebody who was missing,' she told herself.
>> 'There HAS to be. But who is it?' She shook her head
>> and started counting roll again. 'I was next to Lady
>> Pamela, Lord Richard and Mr. Drake when the lights
>> went out and we all toasted. Then I helped Mrs. Beaman
>> up. But... were they all there during that time?' She
>> glanced over towards Pamela, chatting with Tabitha on
>> the couch. It could have still been any of them, she
>> realized with a shiver.
>>
>
> At this point, Lucinda returned, accompanied by Hodges and James Drake.
> She was holding the somewhat tattered remains of a paper bag.
>
> "Careful," she said to Oswald, holding it out tiwards him.  "there are
> traces of blood on it."
>

James, too, was perplexed by the mystery.  The answer was staring all of
them in the face, he was certain.  Still, everyone, himself included,
was missing something obvious.  Something right there that would open up
the floodgates and solve matters in a preciptious fashion.

His eyes, too, looked about the room, trying to sort out which person
was missing at the fateful moment.



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Message: 2
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 10:51:49 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

>
> >> Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar,
> >> trying to get a drink for
> >> myself. When the lights went out I started for the
> >> door, but when Mr. Davis
> >> had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay
> >> in one place and out of
> >> the way, so I backed against the wall by the door
> >> and stayed there until the
> >> ARP warden arrived. Then I went down to meet him
> >> with Mr. Hodges, Commander
> >> Coldsmith-Briggs, and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle."
> >
> > Nicola's eyes darted around the room from person to
> > person, mentally checking them off in her head. 'There
> > has to be somebody who was missing,' she told herself.
> > 'There HAS to be. But who is it?' She shook her head
> > and started counting roll again. 'I was next to Lady
> > Pamela, Lord Richard and Mr. Drake when the lights
> > went out and we all toasted. Then I helped Mrs. Beaman
> > up. But... were they all there during that time?' She
> > glanced over towards Pamela, chatting with Tabitha on
> > the couch. It could have still been any of them, she
> > realized with a shiver.
> >
>
> At this point, Lucinda returned, accompanied by Hodges and James Drake.
> She
> was holding the somewhat tattered remains of a paper bag.
>
> "Careful," she said to Oswald, holding it out tiwards him.  "there are
> traces of blood on it."

"Oh, dear.  I hope it isn't yours, Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle," said
Marion, who knew Sweetie's proclivities fairly well.  "Or Mr.
Hodges'."


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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Message: 3
Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 11:55:47 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> At this point, Lucinda returned, accompanied by Hodges and
> James Drake.  She was holding the somewhat tattered remains
> of a paper bag.
>
> "Careful," she said to Oswald, holding it out tiwards him.
> "there are traces of blood on it."

"So there's the mysterious bag," Philip said. "Where's the cat, and is it
all right?"



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Message: 4
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 09:28:40 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>At this point, Lucinda returned, accompanied by Hodges and
>>James Drake.  She was holding the somewhat tattered remains
>>of a paper bag.
>>
>>"Careful," she said to Oswald, holding it out tiwards him.
>>"there are traces of blood on it."
>
>
> "So there's the mysterious bag," Philip said. "Where's the cat, and is it
> all right?"

Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door
the lounge.  "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain..
I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in.  Since
everyone's here... should be safe."





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Message: 5
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 11:41:11 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door
> the lounge.  "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain..
> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in.  Since
> everyone's here... should be safe."

"I should rather like to know where the blood came from," said Pamela.
"Cats do play with... string... What was in that bag?"



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Message: 6
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 10:05:36 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door
>> the lounge.  "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain..
>> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in.  Since
>> everyone's here... should be safe."
>
>
>     "I should rather like to know where the blood came from," said
> Pamela. "Cats do play with... string... What was in that bag?"
>

Marjorie returned with the scrap in hand.  She handed it to Oswald.
"Could... it's a black piece of fabric, but would you be able to
figure out if there was somethin' on it?  Like... grease?  Or blood?"
She looked around.  "Maybe.. someone cut themselves getting the
piece out."


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Message: 7
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 12:07:23 -0600
From: "Jvstin(Mindspring)" <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


on 1/8/2005 11:41 AM Dorothea Salo said the following:
>> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door
>> the lounge.  "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain..
>> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in.  Since
>> everyone's here... should be safe."

James shook his head.  "No, I will accompany you.  None of us should be
alone. Period."  He hurried his steps so that he was soon beside
Marjorie en route toward the service door.

>
>
>     "I should rather like to know where the blood came from," said
> Pamela. "Cats do play with... string... What was in that bag?"
>


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Message: 8
Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 10:50:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> on 1/8/2005 11:41 AM Dorothea Salo said the following:
> >> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door
> >> the lounge.  "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain..
> >> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in.  Since
> >> everyone's here... should be safe."
>
> James shook his head.  "No, I will accompany you.  None of us should
> be
> alone. Period."  He hurried his steps so that he was soon beside
> Marjorie en route toward the service door.
>
> >
> >
> >     "I should rather like to know where the blood came from," said
> > Pamela. "Cats do play with... string... What was in that bag?"


Cyril regarded the rather ordinary-looking bag and his eyes narrowed.
"Why would someone have considered that bag dangerous?  Cats play with
bags all the time.  Unless that person knew what had been in the
bag..."  He left the thought hanging for the room to consider.



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Message: 9
Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 18:59:33 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>>> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door
>>> the lounge.  "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain..
>>> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in.  Since
>>> everyone's here... should be safe."
>>
>>
>>     "I should rather like to know where the blood came from," said
>> Pamela. "Cats do play with... string... What was in that bag?"
>>
>
> Marjorie returned with the scrap in hand.  She handed it to Oswald.
> "Could... it's a black piece of fabric, but would you be able to
> figure out if there was somethin' on it?  Like... grease?  Or blood?"
> She looked around.  "Maybe.. someone cut themselves getting the
> piece out."
>

"Perhaps," said Oswald.  "But I think we can narrow our suspects down a
little.  "Who was actually present in the room when Fitzroy was poisoned?"

"Lady Gower wasn't," said Lucinda.  "Or Mrs Fitzroy ... or Mrs Evans.  And
Mr Davies and Mr Drake were downstairs by the front door.

"The Wing-Commander, Mr Beaman and Miss Douglas all came in a little late
.. perhaps just in time to poison Mr Fitzroy - if they acted quickly.
Perhaps Lord Benwick, Miss Mauberley and Mr Barowenski - they came later.

"Unless rthose people who weren't here had a way to poison the tea while
they were out of the room ... I would think they're in the clear.  And I
know Mrs Beaman had the tea from Mrs Evans.  But that would be a very
imprecise way of killing someone ... and this is a killing done with some
precision."  She looked at her husand.

"We could test for the blood on the paper bag ... and blood on the curtain."

"The blood may have come later," said Oswald.  "After the strangling ...
several people had cuts or marks on their hands ... didn't they?"

"We could also also see if anyone is carrying a knife that might have been
used to cut the curtain," suggested Anton.  "A pen knife ... or a ceremonial
dagger."


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Message: 10
Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 11:06:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Jonathan Katalenic <jjkatalenic@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> >>> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward
> the service door
> >>> the lounge.  "I'll get the scrap of fabric from
> the curtain..
> >>> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew
> back in.  Since
> >>> everyone's here... should be safe."
> >>
> >>
> >>     "I should rather like to know where the blood
> came from," said
> >> Pamela. "Cats do play with... string... What was
> in that bag?"
> >>
> >
> > Marjorie returned with the scrap in hand.  She
> handed it to Oswald.
> > "Could... it's a black piece of fabric, but would
> you be able to
> > figure out if there was somethin' on it?  Like...
> grease?  Or blood?"
> > She looked around.  "Maybe.. someone cut
> themselves getting the
> > piece out."
> >
>
> "Perhaps," said Oswald.  "But I think we can narrow
> our suspects down a
> little.  "Who was actually present in the room when
> Fitzroy was poisoned?"
>
> "Lady Gower wasn't," said Lucinda.  "Or Mrs Fitzroy
> ... or Mrs Evans.  And
> Mr Davies and Mr Drake were downstairs by the front
> door.
>
> "The Wing-Commander, Mr Beaman and Miss Douglas all
> came in a little late
> ... perhaps just in time to poison Mr Fitzroy - if
> they acted quickly.
> Perhaps Lord Benwick, Miss Mauberley and Mr
> Barowenski - they came later.
>
> "Unless rthose people who weren't here had a way to
> poison the tea while
> they were out of the room ... I would think they're
> in the clear.  And I
> know Mrs Beaman had the tea from Mrs Evans.  But
> that would be a very
> imprecise way of killing someone ... and this is a
> killing done with some
> precision."  She looked at her husand.
>
> "We could test for the blood on the paper bag ...
> and blood on the curtain."
>
> "The blood may have come later," said Oswald.
> "After the strangling ...
> several people had cuts or marks on their hands ...
> didn't they?"
>
> "We could also also see if anyone is carrying a
> knife that might have been
> used to cut the curtain," suggested Anton.  "A pen
> knife ... or a ceremonial
> dagger."

'Wait a minute,' Nicola thought to herself. "He had a
knife... and cuts on his hands," she said aloud
slowly. Her gaze turned towards Lord Richard.




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Message: 11
Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 12:33:24 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>
>>> Marjorie considered the bag, then moved toward the service door
>>> the lounge.  "I'll get the scrap of fabric from the curtain..
>>> I left it on the bar for Mrs. Fitzroy to sew back in.  Since
>>> everyone's here... should be safe."
>
>
> James shook his head.  "No, I will accompany you.  None of us should be
> alone. Period."  He hurried his steps so that he was soon beside
> Marjorie en route toward the service door.
>

[It's perfectly fine that James went with Marjorie to retrieve
the scrap I think...]



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Message: 1
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 16:08:17 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row


> > "Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such bag.
> > Where did you leave it?"
>
> She smiled tightly and did not reply.

Philip sighed in obvious frustration.

> "Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like to tell us
> where you were when the lights went out earlier."

Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar, trying to get a drink for
myself. When the lights went out I started for the door, but when Mr. Davis
had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay in one place and out of
the way, so I backed against the wall and stayed there until the lights came
back on."


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

Message: 2
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 23:42:31 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>>>> "And I'd say access to wire is hardly conclusive," Cyril
>>>> continued.  "I'm sure Mr. Hodges has some for electrical
>>>> repairs.  Lord knows the lift alone needs it.  Or a
>>>> musician, perhaps.  It doesn't have to be a piano.
>>>> Don't guitars or violins use wire strings as well?
>>>> As for the arsenic, Hodges probably has access to that,
>>>> too, to deal with the rats in the basement.  Just he has
>>>> because access, though,
>>>> doesn't make him a murderer.  Nor me, either."
>
> "I didn't know Mr. Hodges had rat poison in the basement,"
> Marjorie said.  She was standing near the top of the stairs,
> leaning against the wall.  "Who else would have rat poison
> in the building.  I don't have any in my room... you can
> check if you want."
>

"We don't keep it," said Oswald.  "We get it from Hodges - at least we did
the one time we needed it.  I'd be interested to know if anyone else has
asked for some recently."



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Message: 3
Date: Fri,  7 Jan 2005 18:53:10 -0500
From: "Heather Mace" <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>>
>> "I didn't know Mr. Hodges had rat poison in the basement,"
>> Marjorie said.  She was standing near the top of the stairs,
>> leaning against the wall.  "Who else would have rat poison
>> in the building.  I don't have any in my room... you can
>> check if you want."
>>
>
>"We don't keep it," said Oswald.  "We get it from Hodges - at least we did
>the one time we needed it.  I'd be interested to know if anyone else has
>asked for some recently."

"And why... would Mrs. Evans need rat poison if she has
Sweetie?"  Marjorie looked seriously worried as she said
the last.



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

Message: 4
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 23:48:13 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row


> > "Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such bag.
> > Where did you leave it?"
>
> She smiled tightly and did not reply.

Philip sighed in obvious frustration.

> "Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like to tell us
> where you were when the lights went out earlier."

"Certainly," Vangie said at once. "I had gone to see to Mrs. Fitzroy,
and we spoke briefly, but she did not require my assistance. I met a
number of people on the landing when the warden arrived..." She frowned.
"Yes. I spoke to him. After that a group of us followed the warden
upstairs. He had the torch, you see." She blinked. "I know Mrs.
Skeffington-Nottle was there, on the stairs, in that group. I can't
swear how many other people actually went upstairs."

"She did knock on my door," said Esme suddenly.  "But I don't know ... how
soon after the lights went out that was."

Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar, trying to get a drink for
myself. When the lights went out I started for the door, but when Mr. Davis
had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay in one place and out of
the way, so I backed against the wall and stayed there until the lights came
back on."

"Was anyone next to you?" asked Oswald.  "Who could alibi you?

"And what about when Fitzroy was poisoned?"

He looked at them both again.



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

Message: 5
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 23:55:31 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row



> There, in the hall, was Seetie - who glowered at the three of them over
> the shredded remains of a white paper bag (the sort supplied by
> phramacists for holding bottles of pills, or other bottles.
>
> "Well," said Lucinda, "he seems all right. Do you think we should wash his
> paws or ... or something? To be safe?"
> She regarded Sweetie. Sweetie stared back balefully.
>
> "Perhaps not," she adnitted finally. "Mr Hodges, do you think you could
> ... erm ... persuade him to move back? And then I'll grab the bag."
>
> Hodges stared down the little monster.  "I'll do my best."  The spry old
> man then slowly moved towards Sweetie, jumping up at the next second to
> try and startle the cat out from the bag.
>

Sweetie snarled his disapprobation ... and then slunk back a few paces.
Lucinda darted in and grabbed the shreds of bag, leaving Sweetie, healthy
and more bad tempered than ever.

"Come on," said Lucinda.  "Let's get back before he cuts off our retreat."





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Message: 6
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 16:47:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Jade <jadethe2nd@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> Tabitha looked up as Pamela approached. "He's not
> faring too well," she said. "Do you want to help me
> try to get some water down him?"
>
> She glanced at Oswald and the others, trying to keep
> an ear on their conversation.

Pamela nodded, going to Fitzroy's head to hold it for
Tabitha. When
Tabitha's head neared hers, she asked in a whisper,
"What did Mr.
Fitzroy think you were doing in Bethnal Green,
Tabitha?"

Tabitha averted her eyes ruefully. "Trust me," she
said, "you don't want to know..."




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Message: 7
Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2005 19:51:58 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row


At 04:08 PM 1/7/2005, you wrote:
> > > "Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such bag.
> > > Where did you leave it?"
> >
> > She smiled tightly and did not reply.
>
>Philip sighed in obvious frustration.
>
> > "Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like to tell us
> > where you were when the lights went out earlier."
>
>Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar, trying to get a drink
>for
>myself. When the lights went out I started for the door, but when Mr. Davis
>had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay in one place and out of
>the way, so I backed against the wall and stayed there until the lights
>came
>back on."

Vangie blinked. =Then when did you go downstairs, Philip?= He =had= been
downstairs, with her and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle and...yes...Mr. Hodges,
and the warden.





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Message: 8
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 17:34:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Fwd: Re: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

Argh!  Did it again.  I've got to remember to check that address line!


> > > "That's what I thought," Cyril said as the confused
> > look vanished. "Did your uncle describe the nature of
> > the disagreement, because I was not aware that we
> > had one?"
> >
> > "Not at all," Warren said. "And I had assumed a
> > disagreement... so much for any attempt at
> > being politic. He was sure that he, ah, 'had
> > something on you'. My uncle is somewhat of
> > a dodgy character, I'm afraid."
>
> "Ah," Cyril nodded in understanding and lowered his voice.  "I think
> I
> know what he was referring to.  A while back, I did help him make a
> couple of ... acquisitions.  Nothing sensitive.  Just things that
> are,
> shall we say, difficult...to come by nowadays."  Cyril's expression
> showed his distaste for the subject.  "He was sent by ...others," he
> said with a telling glance down at Fitzroy.



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

Message: 9
Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2005 19:38:22 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> Tabitha averted her eyes ruefully. "Trust me," she
> said, "you don't want to know..."

"I'm just wondering if I can help you in some way, that's all. If
telling me will only harm you, then don't."

<tag Tabitha>



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Message: 10
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 20:51:49 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

> Vangie blinked. =Then when did you go downstairs, Philip?= He
> =had= been downstairs, with her and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle
> and...yes...Mr. Hodges, and the warden.

[OOC: That was a Brian goof; I apparently edited the Warden's arrival out of
my memory, but Philip certainly wouldn't have. 8-) Allow me to correct, if
you please:]

>>> "Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like to tell
>>> us where you were when the lights went out earlier."

Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar, trying to get a drink for
myself. When the lights went out I started for the door, but when Mr. Davis
had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay in one place and out of
the way, so I backed against the wall by the door and stayed there until the
ARP warden arrived. Then I went down to meet him with Mr. Hodges, Commander
Coldsmith-Briggs, and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle."



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

Message: 11
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 20:10:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Jonathan Katalenic <jjkatalenic@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


> > Vangie blinked. =Then when did you go downstairs,
> Philip?= He
> > =had= been downstairs, with her and Mrs.
> Skeffington-Nottle
> > and...yes...Mr. Hodges, and the warden.
>
> [OOC: That was a Brian goof; I apparently edited the
> Warden's arrival out of
> my memory, but Philip certainly wouldn't have. 8-)
> Allow me to correct, if
> you please:]
>
> >>> "Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like
> to tell
> >>> us where you were when the lights went out
> earlier."
>
> Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar,
> trying to get a drink for
> myself. When the lights went out I started for the
> door, but when Mr. Davis
> had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay
> in one place and out of
> the way, so I backed against the wall by the door
> and stayed there until the
> ARP warden arrived. Then I went down to meet him
> with Mr. Hodges, Commander
> Coldsmith-Briggs, and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle."

Nicola's eyes darted around the room from person to
person, mentally checking them off in her head. 'There
has to be somebody who was missing,' she told herself.
'There HAS to be. But who is it?' She shook her head
and started counting roll again. 'I was next to Lady
Pamela, Lord Richard and Mr. Drake when the lights
went out and we all toasted. Then I helped Mrs. Beaman
up. But... were they all there during that time?' She
glanced over towards Pamela, chatting with Tabitha on
the couch. It could have still been any of them, she
realized with a shiver.


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Message: 12
Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 15:29:22 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)


>> Philip sighed again. "I was standing near the bar,
>> trying to get a drink for
>> myself. When the lights went out I started for the
>> door, but when Mr. Davis
>> had his fall, I decided it would be wisest to stay
>> in one place and out of
>> the way, so I backed against the wall by the door
>> and stayed there until the
>> ARP warden arrived. Then I went down to meet him
>> with Mr. Hodges, Commander
>> Coldsmith-Briggs, and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle."
>
> Nicola's eyes darted around the room from person to
> person, mentally checking them off in her head. 'There
> has to be somebody who was missing,' she told herself.
> 'There HAS to be. But who is it?' She shook her head
> and started counting roll again. 'I was next to Lady
> Pamela, Lord Richard and Mr. Drake when the lights
> went out and we all toasted. Then I helped Mrs. Beaman
> up. But... were they all there during that time?' She
> glanced over towards Pamela, chatting with Tabitha on
> the couch. It could have still been any of them, she
> realized with a shiver.
>

At this point, Lucinda returned, accompanied by Hodges and James Drake.  She
was holding the somewhat tattered remains of a paper bag.

"Careful," she said to Oswald, holding it out tiwards him.  "there are
traces of blood on it."






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    9. Re: Re: [MaC] Revelations? (Allen Veazey)
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Message: 1
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 11:19:50 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> "But the arsenic only showed up in one cup," noted Cyril, nodding at
> Fitzroy.  "His.  As to where I was standing, I was at the bar next to
> Miss Diamond when she stormed out.  I asked Hodges for a towel to clean
> the lift grease off my hands.  Hodges, you remember..." he glanced at
> Hodges for confirmation.  "If my wife had not been the considerate
> person she is, I would have remained right there, but she told me to go
> get the old towels from our flat to clean up.  That's what I did."  He
> looked calmly at Warren as he finished, "Granted, my timing was lousy, but
> I did not kill Miss Diamond."

"Yes, yes, of course," Warren said. "Just something
that Mister Skeffington-Nottle said, about focussing
on opportunity rather than motive. Granted, I've not
been here very long at all, so I haven't gotten to
know the rest of you properly. From just opportunity,
there are some strange circumstances around you.
Your wife making the tea. Miss Diamond strangled
by a thin rope, or wire, but the piano was not
disturbed- and you work with durable goods and hardware.
Rat poison sold at hardware stores, too, when you
don't pop down to buy it at the chemist. They still
use arsenic, don't they? I've heard of that ghastly new stuff
that makes them bleed to death... but that's neither
here or there. And I understand that there was some
kind of... disagreement... between yourself and my
uncle." He shrugged. "I have to ask."



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

Message: 2
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 12:53:00 -0500
From: "Pruehs, Ree M." <rpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row

> > "Rat poison," she said shortly. She glared at Philip. "And a rat got

> > it."
>
> "Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such
> bag. Where did you leave it?"

She smiled tightly and did not reply.



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

Message: 3
Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2005 12:55:28 -0500
From: Mrfury28@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


"But the arsenic only showed up in one cup," noted Cyril, nodding at
Fitzroy.  "His.  As to where I was standing, I was at the bar next to Miss
Diamond when she stormed out.  I asked Hodges for a towel to clean the lift
grease off my hands.  Hodges, you remember..." he glanced at Hodges for
confirmation.

"That is correct, sir."  Hodges acknowledged.



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

Message: 4
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 18:49:11 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row


>> "awit up, Mrs Skeffington-Nottle", Hodges stood and accompanied her.  "No
>> one should be alone, missus."
>>
>
> James had been ready to move, but he stopped when Hodges beat him to
> the punch.  "Hodges is right." he said, nodding to him and to Lucinda.
> "None of us should be by ourselves until this is all sorted out."
>

"All right," said Lucinda.

She led the two men down a floor to Vangie Evans' flat.

There, in the hall, was Seetie - who glowered at the three of them over the
shredded remains of a white paper bag (the sort supplied by phramacists for
holding bottles of pills, or other bottles.

"Well," said Lucinda, "he seems all right.  Do you think we should wash his
paws or ... or something?  To be safe?"

She regarded Sweetie.  Sweetie stared back balefully.

"Perhaps not," she adnitted finally.  "Mr Hodges, do you think you could ...
erm ... persuade him to mopve back?  And then I'll grab the bag."






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

Message: 5
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 19:03:40 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row



> > "Rat poison," she said shortly. She glared at Philip. "And a rat got

> > it."
>
> "Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such
> bag. Where did you leave it?"

She smiled tightly and did not reply.

"Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like to tell us where you were
when the lights went out earlier."






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

Message: 6
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 14:27:04 -0500
From: "Pruehs, Ree M." <rpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row


> > > "Rat poison," she said shortly. She glared at Philip.
> "And a rat got
>
> > > it."
> >
> > "Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such bag.
> > Where did you leave it?"
>
> She smiled tightly and did not reply.
>
> "Perhaps," said Oswald, "both of you would like to tell us
> where you were
> when the lights went out earlier."

"Certainly," Vangie said at once. "I had gone to see to Mrs. Fitzroy,
and we spoke briefly, but she did not require my assistance. I met a
number of people on the landing when the warden arrived..." She frowned.
"Yes. I spoke to him. After that a group of us followed the warden
upstairs. He had the torch, you see." She blinked. "I know Mrs.
Skeffington-Nottle was there, on the stairs, in that group. I can't
swear how many other people actually went upstairs."



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

Message: 7
Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2005 14:30:20 -0500
From: Mrfury28@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row


There, in the hall, was Seetie - who glowered at the three of them over the
shredded remains of a white paper bag (the sort supplied by phramacists for
holding bottles of pills, or other bottles.

"Well," said Lucinda, "he seems all right. Do you think we should wash his
paws or ... or something? To be safe?"
She regarded Sweetie. Sweetie stared back balefully.

"Perhaps not," she adnitted finally. "Mr Hodges, do you think you could ...
erm ... persuade him to move back? And then I'll grab the bag."

Hodges stared down the little monster.  "I'll do my best."  The spry old man
then slowly moved towards Sweetie, jumping up at the next second to try and
startle the cat out from the bag.



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

Message: 8
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 11:52:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Fwd: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

Sorry, it doesn't look like this one went to the list properly.


>
> > > "But the arsenic only showed up in one cup," noted Cyril, nodding
> > at
> > > Fitzroy.  "His.  As to where I was standing, I was at the bar
> next
> > to
> > > Miss Diamond when she stormed out.  I asked Hodges for a towel to
> > clean
> > > the lift grease off my hands.  Hodges, you remember..." he
> glanced
> > at
> > > Hodges for confirmation.  "If my wife had not been the
> considerate
> > > person she is, I would have remained right there, but she told me
> > to go
> > > get the old towels from our flat to clean up.  That's what I
> did."
> > He
> > > looked calmly at Warren as he finished, "Granted, my timing was
> > lousy, but I did not kill Miss Diamond."
> >
> > "Yes, yes, of course," Warren said. "Just something
> > that Mister Skeffington-Nottle said, about focussing
> > on opportunity rather than motive. Granted, I've not
> > been here very long at all, so I haven't gotten to
> > know the rest of you properly. From just opportunity,
> > there are some strange circumstances around you.
> > Your wife making the tea. Miss Diamond strangled
> > by a thin rope, or wire, but the piano was not
> > disturbed- and you work with durable goods and hardware.
> > Rat poison sold at hardware stores, too, when you
> > don't pop down to buy it at the chemist. They still
> > use arsenic, don't they? I've heard of that ghastly new stuff
> > that makes them bleed to death... but that's neither
> > here or there. And I understand that there was some
> > kind of... disagreement... between yourself and my
> > uncle." He shrugged. "I have to ask."
>
> Cyril looks confused.  "Fitzroy's your uncle?  I can't remember
> anyone
> else I've had disagreements with.  There again, it wasn't anything
> worth killing over," he said with a grim set to his jaw.
>
> "And I'd say access to wire is hardly conclusive," Cyril continued.
> "I'm sure Mr. Hodges has some for electrical repairs.  Lord knows the
> lift alone needs it.  Or a musician, perhaps.  It doesn't have to be
> a
> piano.  Don't guitars or violins use wire strings as well?
> As for the arsenic, Hodges probably has access to that, too, to deal
> with the rats in the basement.  Just because he has access, though,
> doesn't make him a murderer.  Nor me, either."
> >



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

Message: 9
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 13:57:51 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

> > Cyril looks confused.  "Fitzroy's your uncle?  I can't remember
> > anyone
> > else I've had disagreements with.  There again, it wasn't anything
> > worth killing over," he said with a grim set to his jaw.


"Not Mister Fitzroy," Warren said. "My Uncle Albert, the
man who actually owns the flat where I'm staying. He's
out of London at the moment."


> > "And I'd say access to wire is hardly conclusive," Cyril continued.
> > "I'm sure Mr. Hodges has some for electrical repairs.  Lord knows the
> > lift alone needs it.  Or a musician, perhaps.  It doesn't have to be
> > a
> > piano.  Don't guitars or violins use wire strings as well?
> > As for the arsenic, Hodges probably has access to that, too, to deal
> > with the rats in the basement.  Just because he has access, though,
> > doesn't make him a murderer.  Nor me, either."



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

Message: 10
Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2005 14:59:33 -0500
From: Mrfury28@...
Subject: Re: Fwd: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


Cyril looks confused.  "Fitzroy's your uncle?  I can't remember anyone else
I've had disagreements with.  There again, it wasn't anything worth killing
over," he said with a grim set to his jaw.

"And I'd say access to wire is hardly conclusive," Cyril continued.  "I'm
sure Mr. Hodges has some for electrical repairs.  Lord knows the lift alone
needs it.  Or a musician, perhaps.  It doesn't have to be a piano.  Don't
guitars or violins use wire strings as well? As for the arsenic, Hodges
probably has access to that, too, to deal with the rats in the basement.
Just because he has access, though, doesn't make him a murderer.  Nor me,
either."

"Quite right, sir."  Hodges agreed.  "Although if someone tampered with the
lift ..."

He left the thought unfinished before heading off with Mrs
Skeffington-Nottle.



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

Message: 11
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 12:10:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> > > Cyril looks confused.  "Fitzroy's your uncle?  I can't remember
> > > anyone
> > > else I've had disagreements with.  There again, it wasn't
> anything
> > > worth killing over," he said with a grim set to his jaw.
>
>
> "Not Mister Fitzroy," Warren said. "My Uncle Albert, the
> man who actually owns the flat where I'm staying. He's
> out of London at the moment."

"That's what I thought," Cyril said as the confused look vanished.
"Did your uncle describe the nature of the disagreement, because I was
not aware that we had one?"

[OOC: Nor was Cyril's player...]

> > > "And I'd say access to wire is hardly conclusive," Cyril
> continued.
> > > "I'm sure Mr. Hodges has some for electrical repairs.  Lord knows
> the
> > > lift alone needs it.  Or a musician, perhaps.  It doesn't have to
> be
> > > a
> > > piano.  Don't guitars or violins use wire strings as well?
> > > As for the arsenic, Hodges probably has access to that, too, to
> deal
> > > with the rats in the basement.  Just because he has access,
> though,
> > > doesn't make him a murderer.  Nor me, either."
>


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

Message: 12
Date: Fri,  7 Jan 2005 15:52:54 -0500
From: "Heather Mace" <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

>>
>>
>> "Not Mister Fitzroy," Warren said. "My Uncle Albert, the
>> man who actually owns the flat where I'm staying. He's
>> out of London at the moment."
>
>"That's what I thought," Cyril said as the confused look
>vanished.   "Did your uncle describe the nature of the
>disagreement, because I was not aware that we had one?"
>
>[OOC: Nor was Cyril's player...]
>
>>> "And I'd say access to wire is hardly conclusive," Cyril
>>> continued.  "I'm sure Mr. Hodges has some for electrical
>>> repairs.  Lord knows the lift alone needs it.  Or a
>>> musician, perhaps.  It doesn't have to be a piano.
>>> Don't guitars or violins use wire strings as well?
>>> As for the arsenic, Hodges probably has access to that,
>>> too, to deal with the rats in the basement.  Just he has
>>> because access, though,
>>> doesn't make him a murderer.  Nor me, either."

"I didn't know Mr. Hodges had rat poison in the basement,"
Marjorie said.  She was standing near the top of the stairs,
leaning against the wall.  "Who else would have rat poison
in the building.  I don't have any in my room... you can
check if you want."




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Message: 1
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 15:11:41 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row


> "Bring her up her!"  Oswald called.  "And Officer Powell
> too!"  Then he
> added reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mrs Evans!  My wife will go
> down and check
> on Sweetie for you!"

> "I want heavy gloves them," said Lucinda - not loudly enough
> to be heard by
> the party now tramping up the stairs.  "And an escort.
> Someone tough."
>
> When the group reached the lounge of the Beamans' flat (Vangie having
protested all the way up the stairs: "No, you don't understand -- I have
to get to -- you don't --" A wail of anguish. "Sweetie!")
> Oswald indicated
> some free armschairs, positioned so that no-one was looking at Marty
> Fitzroy.
>
> "Now," he said.  "What's all this about?"

Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, her gaze
flashing fire.


"I'm going to get Sweetie," said Lucinda.  "And someone else will come with
me and help me ... "  Her eyes roved in search of a victim.  "We'll bring
him up with us if you like.  But ... tell me, Mrs Evans.  What do you expect
to be wrong with him?"



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

Message: 2
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 09:12:21 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row


> > "Now," he said.  "What's all this about?"
>
> Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, her gaze
> flashing fire.

"Is... was.. your cat... ill, madam?" Warren asked, suddenly.



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

Message: 3
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 10:15:58 -0500
From: "Pruehs, Ree M." <rpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row


> > "Bring her up her!"  Oswald called.  "And Officer Powell
> too!"  Then
> > he added reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mrs Evans!  My wife will go
> > down and check
> > on Sweetie for you!"
>
> > "I want heavy gloves them," said Lucinda - not loudly enough to be
> > heard by the party now tramping up the stairs.  "And an escort.
> > Someone tough."
> >
> > When the group reached the lounge of the Beamans' flat
> (Vangie having
> protested all the way up the stairs: "No, you don't
> understand -- I have to get to -- you don't --" A wail of
> anguish. "Sweetie!")
> > Oswald indicated
> > some free armschairs, positioned so that no-one was looking
> at Marty
> > Fitzroy.
> >
> > "Now," he said.  "What's all this about?"
>
> Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together,
> her gaze flashing fire.
>>
> "I'm going to get Sweetie," said Lucinda.  "And someone else
> will come with
> me and help me ... "  Her eyes roved in search of a victim.
> "We'll bring
> him up with us if you like.  But ... tell me, Mrs Evans.
> What do you expect
> to be wrong with him?"

"He could be dying," Vangie said. "Please..." A moment later she added,
"He's been playing with a white paper bag. It was on the floor. Please
get it away from him." She turned to meet Oswald's eyes squarely before
she added "...and keep it safe."



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

Message: 4
Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2005 10:15:00 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row


> > > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care
> > > of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag
> > > off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened
> > > tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed
> > > out the butt in a nearby ashtray.
> >
> > "The cat is fine, as far as I know," Philip replied testily.
> > "We were having a totally unrelated and rational conversation
> > when she started ranting about my killing the damned thing. I
> > think she may finally be starting to go senile, the poor woman."
> >
> > (OOC - there seems to be some confusion about positioning.
> > Ree had Vangie down at the bottom of the stairs - and Philip
> > has come out just behind her. Now Marion, Marjorie and Nicola
> > have come down the stairs too).
> >
> > "Bring her up here!"  Oswald called.  "And Officer Powell
> > too!"  Then he added reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mrs Evans!
> > My wife will go down and check on Sweetie for you!"
>
> > "I want heavy gloves them," said Lucinda - not loudly enough
> > to be heard by the party now tramping up the stairs.  "And an
> > escort.  Someone tough."
> >
> > When the group reached the lounge of the Beamans' flat (Vangie
> > having protested all the way up the stairs: "No, you don't
> > understand -- I have to get to -- you don't --" A wail of anguish.
> > "Sweetie!") Oswald indicated some free armschairs, positioned so
> > that no-one was looking at Marty Fitzroy.
> >
> > "Now," he said.  "What's all this about?"
>
> Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, her gaze
> flashing fire.

Marion laid a placating hand on her friend's arm.  "Vangie,
what's wrong with Sweetie?" she asked, sounding concerned.


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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

Message: 5
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 09:25:13 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row

>
> > > > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care
> > > > of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag
> > > > off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened
> > > > tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed
> > > > out the butt in a nearby ashtray.
> > >
> > > "The cat is fine, as far as I know," Philip replied testily.
> > > "We were having a totally unrelated and rational conversation
> > > when she started ranting about my killing the damned thing. I
> > > think she may finally be starting to go senile, the poor woman."
> > >
> > > (OOC - there seems to be some confusion about positioning.
> > > Ree had Vangie down at the bottom of the stairs - and Philip
> > > has come out just behind her. Now Marion, Marjorie and Nicola
> > > have come down the stairs too).
> > >
> > > "Bring her up here!"  Oswald called.  "And Officer Powell
> > > too!"  Then he added reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mrs Evans!
> > > My wife will go down and check on Sweetie for you!"
> >
> > > "I want heavy gloves them," said Lucinda - not loudly enough
> > > to be heard by the party now tramping up the stairs.  "And an
> > > escort.  Someone tough."
> > >
> > > When the group reached the lounge of the Beamans' flat (Vangie
> > > having protested all the way up the stairs: "No, you don't
> > > understand -- I have to get to -- you don't --" A wail of anguish.
> > > "Sweetie!") Oswald indicated some free armschairs, positioned so
> > > that no-one was looking at Marty Fitzroy.
> > >
> > > "Now," he said.  "What's all this about?"
> >
> > Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, her gaze
> > flashing fire.
>
> Marion laid a placating hand on her friend's arm.  "Vangie,
> what's wrong with Sweetie?" she asked, sounding concerned.

"I suspect he's been poisoned," Warren said.



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

Message: 6
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 15:45:29 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row


>
> Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together,
> her gaze flashing fire.
>>
> "I'm going to get Sweetie," said Lucinda.  "And someone else
> will come with
> me and help me ... "  Her eyes roved in search of a victim.
> "We'll bring
> him up with us if you like.  But ... tell me, Mrs Evans.
> What do you expect
> to be wrong with him?"

"He could be dying," Vangie said. "Please..." A moment later she added,
"He's been playing with a white paper bag. It was on the floor. Please
get it away from him." She turned to meet Oswald's eyes squarely before
she added "...and keep it safe."


"All right," said Lucinda obligingly.

She turned to leave (OOC - anyone going with her?).

"So what was in the paper bag?" Oswald asked Vangie.  "Why are you so
worried about it?"




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

Message: 7
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 10:57:54 -0500
From: "Pruehs, Ree M." <rpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row



> > Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together,
> her gaze
> > flashing fire.
> >>
> > "I'm going to get Sweetie," said Lucinda.  "And someone
> else will come
> > with me and help me ... "  Her eyes roved in search of a victim.
> > "We'll bring
> > him up with us if you like.  But ... tell me, Mrs Evans.
> > What do you expect
> > to be wrong with him?"
>
> "He could be dying," Vangie said. "Please..." A moment later
> she added, "He's been playing with a white paper bag. It was
> on the floor. Please get it away from him." She turned to
> meet Oswald's eyes squarely before she added "...and keep it safe."
>
> "All right," said Lucinda obligingly.
>
> She turned to leave (OOC - anyone going with her?).
>
> "So what was in the paper bag?" Oswald asked Vangie.  "Why are you so
> worried about it?"

"Rat poison," she said shortly. She glared at Philip. "And a rat got
it."



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

Message: 8
Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2005 11:11:17 -0500
From: Mrfury28@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row

"All right," said Lucinda obligingly.  She turned to leave.

"awit up, Mrs Skeffington-Nottle", Hodges stood and accompanied her.  "No
one should be alone, missus."



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

Message: 9
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 11:17:40 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row


> "Rat poison," she said shortly. She glared at Philip. "And a
> rat got it."

"Aunt Evangline," Philip protested, "I've never seen any such bag. Where did
you leave it?"





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Message: 10
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 08:42:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> > > "When everyone came back from that Mr. Hodges took over the bar
> and
> > > wouldn't give Miss Diamond another drink.   She got all huffy and
> left,
> > > and that's the last time I saw her. Then there was the lights
> out, and I
> > > was asking if anyone had a light.  But no one did.  Then the
> lights came
> > > back on, and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told
> us
> > > she was dead."
> > >
> > > Hodges frowned, "I believe I was behind the bar the whole time
> during
> > > the blackout.  Didn't want to trip over anyone."
>
> "And I was sitting on the bar stool," Warren ventured.
> "I can show everyone my knee, if there's any question
> about how badly I get around, lately. But it's not
> necessarily the making of the tea, is it? Arsenic
> could have been put in the tea leaves any time." He
> thought hard, then turned around. "One person I
> don't remember hearing from... where were you
> standing, Mister Beaman?"

"But the arsenic only showed up in one cup," noted Cyril, nodding at
Fitzroy.  "His.  As to where I was standing, I was at the bar next to
Miss Diamond when she stormed out.  I asked Hodges for a towel to clean
the lift grease off my hands.  Hodges, you remember..." he glanced at
Hodges for confirmation.  "If my wife had not been the considerate
person she is, I would have remained right there, but she told me to go
get the old towels from our flat to clean up.  That's what I did."  He
looked calmly at Warren as he finished, "Granted, my timing was lousy,
but I did not kill Miss Diamond."




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

Message: 11
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 10:57:57 -0600
From: Jvstin <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row

> "All right," said Lucinda obligingly.  She turned to leave.
>
> "awit up, Mrs Skeffington-Nottle", Hodges stood and accompanied her.  "No
> one should be alone, missus."
>

James had been ready to move, but he stopped when Hodges beat him to
the punch.  "Hodges is right." he said, nodding to him and to Lucinda.
"None of us should be by ourselves until this is all sorted out."



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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 18:48:38 -0800
From: <ladyofamber@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row

>
> The bedroom door was heard being thrown open, and Vangie Evans' voice,
> loud,
> furious.
>
> "If  your damned carelessness =has= killed Sweetie, I'm cutting you out of
> my  will. And if you haven't, I'm still cutting you out of my will!"
>
> And then her nephew Philip's voice, not raised: "I haven't the foggiest
> idea
> what you're talking about."

Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the top of the stairs.
"Mrs. Evans?" she called down.  "Is your cat all right?"



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

Message: 2
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 21:51:52 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row

> >
> > The bedroom door was heard being thrown open, and Vangie Evans' voice,
> loud,
> > furious.
> >
> > "If  your damned carelessness =has= killed Sweetie, I'm cutting you out
> > of
> > my  will. And if you haven't, I'm still cutting you out of my will!"
> >
> > And then her nephew Philip's voice, not raised: "I haven't the foggiest
> idea
> > what you're talking about."
>
>Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the top of the stairs.
>"Mrs. Evans?" she called down.  "Is your cat all right?"

There was no reply.




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

Message: 3
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 20:02:18 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

> "When everyone came back from that Mr. Hodges took over the bar and
> wouldn't give Miss Diamond another drink.   She got all huffy and left,
> and that's the last time I saw her. Then there was the lights out, and I
> was asking if anyone had a light.  But no one did.  Then the lights came
> back on, and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us
> she was dead."
>
> Hodges frowned, "I believe I was behind the bar the whole time during
> the blackout.  Didn't want to trip over anyone."




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

Message: 4
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 20:05:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Jonathan Katalenic <jjkatalenic@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row


> > > The bedroom door was heard being thrown open,
> and Vangie Evans' voice,
> > loud,
> > > furious.
> > >
> > > "If  your damned carelessness =has= killed
> Sweetie, I'm cutting you out of
> > > my  will. And if you haven't, I'm still cutting
> you out of my will!"
> > >
> > > And then her nephew Philip's voice, not raised:
> "I haven't the foggiest
> > idea
> > > what you're talking about."
> >
> >Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the
> top of the stairs.
> >"Mrs. Evans?" she called down.  "Is your cat all
> right?"
>
> There was no reply.

"Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care
of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag
off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened
tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed
out the butt in a nearby ashtray.


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

Message: 5
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 20:09:43 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row

>>>
>>>Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the
>>>top of the stairs.
  >>
>>>"Mrs. Evans?" she called down.  "Is your cat all
>>>right?"
>>
>>There was no reply.
>
>
> "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care
> of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag
> off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened
> tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed
> out the butt in a nearby ashtray.

"Mrs. Evans?" Marjorie called down again, looking
worried.  She glanced over at the rest of the room
nervously, then started down the steps to the lower
floor of the penthouse.  "Mrs. Evans!? Are you all
right?!"




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

Message: 6
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 23:18:01 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row

>
> >>>
> >>>Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the
> >>>top of the stairs.
>  >>
> >>>"Mrs. Evans?" she called down.  "Is your cat all
> >>>right?"
> >>
> >>There was no reply.
> >
> > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care
> > of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag
> > off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened
> > tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed
> > out the butt in a nearby ashtray.
>
> "Mrs. Evans?" Marjorie called down again, looking
> worried.  She glanced over at the rest of the room
> nervously, then started down the steps to the lower
> floor of the penthouse.  "Mrs. Evans!? Are you all
> right?!"

The notion that there might be something amiss with Vangie
(rather than just with her cat) galvanized Marion into coming and
standing by Marjorie.

"Vangie?" she called down the stairs.  "What's happened?"


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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Message: 7
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 20:22:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Jonathan Katalenic <jjkatalenic@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row


> >>>Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the
> >>>top of the stairs.
>  >>
> >>>"Mrs. Evans?" she called down.  "Is your cat all
> >>>right?"
> >>
> >>There was no reply.
> >
> > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take
care
> > of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last
drag
> > off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's
happened
> > tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she
stubbed
> > out the butt in a nearby ashtray.
>
> "Mrs. Evans?" Marjorie called down again, looking
> worried.  She glanced over at the rest of the room
> nervously, then started down the steps to the lower
> floor of the penthouse.  "Mrs. Evans!? Are you all
> right?!"

The notion that there might be something amiss with
Vangie
(rather than just with her cat) galvanized Marion into
coming and
standing by Marjorie.

"Vangie?" she called down the stairs.  "What's
happened?"

Nicola spotted the two women calling to Vangie and
rolled her eyes heavenward. "You'd better remember
this come Judgment Day," she informed the ceiling
through gritted teeth. She strolled over towards the
stairs and started walking down them, passing Marjorie
and Marion. Halfway down, she turned and said, "Well,
for heaven's sake, if you're so concerned, then follow
me, ladies." She continued her walk down the stairs
and called, "Mrs. Evans! We're coming in now,
darling." She reached for the door handle.




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

Message: 8
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 23:24:57 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row


> "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care
> of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag
> off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened
> tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed out the
> butt in a nearby ashtray.

"The cat is fine, as far as I know," Philip replied testily. "We were having
a totally unrelated and rational conversation when she started ranting about
my killing the damned thing. I think she may finally be starting to go
senile, the poor woman."





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Message: 9
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 23:30:13 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row

>
> > >>>Marjorie stood up from her chair and moved to the
> > >>>top of the stairs.
> >  >>
> > >>>"Mrs. Evans?" she called down.  "Is your cat all
> > >>>right?"
> > >>
> > >>There was no reply.
> > >
> > > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take
> > > care of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the
> > > last drag off her cigarette. "At least one good
> > > thing's happened tonight," she added, mostly to
> > > herself as she stubbed out the butt in a nearby
> > > ashtray.
> >
> > "Mrs. Evans?" Marjorie called down again, looking
> > worried.  She glanced over at the rest of the room
> > nervously, then started down the steps to the lower
> > floor of the penthouse.  "Mrs. Evans!? Are you all
> > right?!"
>
> The notion that there might be something amiss with
> Vangie (rather than just with her cat) galvanized
> Marion into coming and standing by Marjorie.
>
> "Vangie?" she called down the stairs.  "What's
> happened?"
>
> Nicola spotted the two women calling to Vangie and
> rolled her eyes heavenward. "You'd better remember
> this come Judgment Day," she informed the ceiling
> through gritted teeth. She strolled over towards the
> stairs and started walking down them, passing Marjorie
> and Marion. Halfway down, she turned and said, "Well,
> for heaven's sake, if you're so concerned, then follow
> me, ladies."

Marion started down the stairs after Nicola.

> She continued her walk down the stairs
> and called, "Mrs. Evans! We're coming in now,
> darling." She reached for the door handle.


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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

Message: 10
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 08:58:49 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row


> "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care
> of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag
> off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened
> tonight," she added, mostly to herself as she stubbed out the
> butt in a nearby ashtray.

"The cat is fine, as far as I know," Philip replied testily. "We were having
a totally unrelated and rational conversation when she started ranting about
my killing the damned thing. I think she may finally be starting to go
senile, the poor woman."


(OOC - there seems to be some confusion about positioning.  Ree had Vangie
down at the bottom of the stairs - and Philip has come out just behind her.
Now Marion, Marjorie and Nicolka have come down the stairs too).

"Bring her up her!"  Oswald called.  "And Officer Powell too!"  Then he
added reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mrs Evans!  My wife will go down and check
on Sweetie for you!"

"I want heavy gloves them," said Lucinda - not loudly enough to be heard by
the party now tramping up the stairs.  "And an escort.  Someone tough."

When the group reached the lounge of the Beamans' flat, Oswald indicated
some free armschairs, positioned so that no-one was looking at Marty
Fitzroy.

"Now," he said.  "What's all this about?"






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

Message: 11
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 08:15:18 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> > "When everyone came back from that Mr. Hodges took over the bar and
> > wouldn't give Miss Diamond another drink.   She got all huffy and left,
> > and that's the last time I saw her. Then there was the lights out, and I
> > was asking if anyone had a light.  But no one did.  Then the lights came
> > back on, and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us
> > she was dead."
> >
> > Hodges frowned, "I believe I was behind the bar the whole time during
> > the blackout.  Didn't want to trip over anyone."

"And I was sitting on the bar stool," Warren ventured.
"I can show everyone my knee, if there's any question
about how badly I get around, lately. But it's not
necessarily the making of the tea, is it? Arsenic
could have been put in the tea leaves any time." He
thought hard, then turned around. "One person I
don't remember hearing from... where were you
standing, Mister Beaman?"



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

Message: 12
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 10:07:08 -0500
From: "Pruehs, Ree M." <rpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] An Almighty Row

>
> > "Well, thank God somebody had the sense to take care
> > of that damn cat," Nicola said, taking the last drag
> > off her cigarette. "At least one good thing's happened
> tonight," she
> > added, mostly to herself as she stubbed out the butt in a nearby
> > ashtray.
>
> "The cat is fine, as far as I know," Philip replied testily.
> "We were having a totally unrelated and rational conversation
> when she started ranting about my killing the damned thing. I
> think she may finally be starting to go senile, the poor woman."
>
>
> (OOC - there seems to be some confusion about positioning.
> Ree had Vangie
> down at the bottom of the stairs - and Philip has come out
> just behind her.
> Now Marion, Marjorie and Nicolka have come down the stairs too).
>
> "Bring her up her!"  Oswald called.  "And Officer Powell
> too!"  Then he
> added reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mrs Evans!  My wife will go
> down and check
> on Sweetie for you!"


> "I want heavy gloves them," said Lucinda - not loudly enough
> to be heard by
> the party now tramping up the stairs.  "And an escort.
> Someone tough."
>
> When the group reached the lounge of the Beamans' flat (Vangie having
protested all the way up the stairs: "No, you don't understand -- I have
to get to -- you don't --" A wail of anguish. "Sweetie!")
> Oswald indicated
> some free armschairs, positioned so that no-one was looking at Marty
> Fitzroy.
>
> "Now," he said.  "What's all this about?"

Vangie looked mulish, her lips compressed tightly together, her gaze
flashing fire.



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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 15:59:35 -0500
From: "Katie Fulton" <kcunningham40@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


Pamela made a moue, but knelt and began her work anyway. Whatever she
applied to the puncture *did* hurt quite powerfully, and was sickeningly
chill to the touch to boot. She worked quickly, however, keeping the
agony as short-lived as possible.

"Lord Richard," she said in a murmur for his ears alone as she reached
into her bag for bandage-linen, "I am exceeding my bounds, and possibly
betraying a confidence, but in light of tonight's events I feel I must.
I ask you, my lord, please to communicate with your sister Elizabeth as
soon as may be, on a matter of considerable -- perhaps life-saving --
importance."

In more normal tones, she said, "That should do. I am sorry if I hurt
you; the palm of the hand is a terrible place to be injured, so many
nerves there."

Richard's eyes were wide. He leaned in, his good hand grasping her arm
before she could pull away and join the group at large. "My sister?" he said
quietly. "What--" Then he realized how they must look, and released her.
"Can we talk later? Privately?"



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

Message: 2
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 15:03:18 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> Richard's eyes were wide. He leaned in, his good hand grasping her arm
> before she could pull away and join the group at large. "My sister?" he
> said
> quietly. "What--" Then he realized how they must look, and released her.
> "Can we talk later? Privately?"

"Of course," she answered, her smile deliberately ambiguous for the
benefit of those around them. "Whenever you wish, Lord Richard,
providing someone else can care for Mr. Fitzroy." She closed her bag,
nodded to him, and returned to her post near Tabitha.



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

Message: 3
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 16:06:49 -0500
From: "Katie Fulton" <kcunningham40@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


"Of course," she answered, her smile deliberately ambiguous for the
benefit of those around them. "Whenever you wish, Lord Richard,
providing someone else can care for Mr. Fitzroy." She closed her bag,
nodded to him, and returned to her post near Tabitha.

Richard sighed, then rose, returning to his slot in the living room. He
rubbed his hand absently.



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

Message: 4
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 13:35:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Jade <jadethe2nd@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> "Of course," she answered, her smile deliberately
> ambiguous for the
> benefit of those around them. "Whenever you wish,
> Lord Richard,
> providing someone else can care for Mr. Fitzroy."
> She closed her bag,
> nodded to him, and returned to her post near
> Tabitha.
>
> Richard sighed, then rose, returning to his slot in
> the living room. He
> rubbed his hand absently.
>

Tabitha looked up as Pamela approached. "He's not
faring too well," she said. "Do you want to help me
try to get some water down him?"

She glanced at Oswald and the others, trying to keep
an ear on their conversation.



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

Message: 5
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 15:40:41 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> Tabitha looked up as Pamela approached. "He's not
> faring too well," she said. "Do you want to help me
> try to get some water down him?"
>
> She glanced at Oswald and the others, trying to keep
> an ear on their conversation.

Pamela nodded, going to Fitzroy's head to hold it for Tabitha. When
Tabitha's head neared hers, she asked in a whisper, "What did Mr.
Fitzroy think you were doing in Bethnal Green, Tabitha?"

<tag Tabitha>



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

Message: 6
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 18:48:53 -0500
From: Knave of Amber <kris.kunkel@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> > Tabitha looked up as Pamela approached. "He's not
> > faring too well," she said. "Do you want to help me
> > try to get some water down him?"
> >
> > She glanced at Oswald and the others, trying to keep
> > an ear on their conversation.
>
>        Pamela nodded, going to Fitzroy's head to hold it for Tabitha. When
> Tabitha's head neared hers, she asked in a whisper, "What did Mr.
> Fitzroy think you were doing in Bethnal Green, Tabitha?"

Michael's been watching the flying accusations carefully, reading
reactions, like a barrister sizing up the judges, but this last
comment turns his head pointedly.



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

Message: 7
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 23:51:54 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>>> Marjorie pointed out "You could have taken it from one of
>>> their bags when they weren't looking.  Especially after
>>> they brought them up to look at Miss Diamond.  And why
>>> does there have to be one killer?  Why not a couple?
>>> Mr. Beaman could have killed Miss Diamond, and Mrs Beaman
>>> could have poisoned Fitzroy...."
>>>
>>> Then she frowned.  "And wasn't Mr. Philip over there picking
>>> up tea cups when Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy?  That's right...
>>> I remember seeing that when I was looking to see who was
>>> going to break them up..."
>>
>>Cyril shook his head with disgust.  "It's interesting, Miss Higgins,
>>how quick you are to point to everyone but yourself..."
>
>
> "I wasn't anywhere near Fitzroy or his tea cup when he
> was poisoned!" Marjorie protested.

> "How do you know exactly when he was poisoned?" demanded Florence, who was
> clearly not going to forgive the accusation about her tea making lightly.



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

Message: 8
Date: Thu,  6 Jan 2005 19:03:05 -0500
From: "Heather Mace" <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>>>
>>>Cyril shook his head with disgust.  "It's interesting, Miss Higgins,
>>>how quick you are to point to everyone but yourself..."
>>
>>
>> "I wasn't anywhere near Fitzroy or his tea cup when he
>> was poisoned!" Marjorie protested.
>
>> "How do you know exactly when he was poisoned?" demanded Florence, who
>> was
>> clearly not going to forgive the accusation about her tea making lightly.

"I was here in this chair when you brought the tea in the
first time," Marjorie said.  "And I didn't get out of it
until Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy.  And I wasn't in your
kitchen 'cause I fainted and Lady Pamela and Mrs. Rosen
brought me in 'ere, and I wasn't alone until Mr. Fitzroy
was spewin' his guts out all over your bathroom."




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

Message: 9
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 00:02:30 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>>>>Cyril shook his head with disgust.  "It's interesting, Miss Higgins,
>>>>how quick you are to point to everyone but yourself..."
>>>
>>>
>>> "I wasn't anywhere near Fitzroy or his tea cup when he
>>> was poisoned!" Marjorie protested.
>>
>>> "How do you know exactly when he was poisoned?" demanded Florence, who
>>> was
>>> clearly not going to forgive the accusation about her tea making
>>> lightly.
>
> "I was here in this chair when you brought the tea in the
> first time," Marjorie said.  "And I didn't get out of it
> until Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy.  And I wasn't in your
> kitchen 'cause I fainted and Lady Pamela and Mrs. Rosen
> brought me in 'ere, and I wasn't alone until Mr. Fitzroy
> was spewin' his guts out all over your bathroom."
>

"Actually," said Oswald mildly, "you did have time to poison the cup when
Tabitha was attacking him.  Everyione in the room then could probably have
done it - apart from Tabitha - we were all staring at the two of them."  He
considered this.  "Well, one of our number probably wasn't."






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

Message: 10
Date: Thu,  6 Jan 2005 19:19:04 -0500
From: "Heather Mace" <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>>
>> "I was here in this chair when you brought the tea in the
>> first time," Marjorie said.  "And I didn't get out of it
>> until Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy.  And I wasn't in your
>> kitchen 'cause I fainted and Lady Pamela and Mrs. Rosen
>> brought me in 'ere, and I wasn't alone until Mr. Fitzroy
>> was spewin' his guts out all over your bathroom."
>>
>
>"Actually," said Oswald mildly, "you did have time to poison the cup when
>Tabitha was attacking him.  Everyione in the room then could probably have
>done it - apart from Tabitha - we were all staring at the two of them."  He
>considered this.  "Well, one of our number probably wasn't."


"But... I was right here!" Marjorie protested.  "And why
would I want to kill 'im!?  I didn't know he was a fascist
until he told us!  Besides... where can I hide arsenic in
this dress?"  she asked, indicating her slightly too tight
cream sheath.

She took another breath to continue, then stopped and pointed
at Oswald.  "I think we should open Fitzroy's safe I do!   I
didn't have any motive to kill him.  But I bet that safe will
show someone else here did!"




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

Message: 11
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 02:39:07 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: [MaC] An Almighty Row


Suddenly there was a disturbance ... from downstairs - the lower floor of
the penthouse.

The bedroom door was heard being thrown open, and Vangie Evans' voice, loud,
furious.

"If  your damned carelessness =has= killed Sweetie, I'm cutting you out of
my  will. And if you haven't, I'm still cutting you out of my will!"

And then her nephew Philip's voice, not raised: "I haven't the foggiest idea
what you're talking about."





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Message: 12
Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 02:48:14 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] An Almighty Row



Slight emndation:


Suddenly there was a disturbance ... from downstairs - the lower floor of
the penthouse.

The bedroom door was heard being thrown open, and Vangie Evans' voice, loud,
furious, a shriek that could cut glass.

[ooc: To paraphrase =1776,= "Lord, your voice is piercing, Vang'."]

"If  your damned carelessness =has= killed Sweetie, I'm cutting you out of
my  will. And if you haven't, I'm still cutting you out of my will!"

And then her nephew Philip's voice, not raised: "I haven't the foggiest idea
what you're talking about."





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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 13:53:54 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> "That's ridiculous," Cyril scowled.  "By the time he was poisoned,
> there were so many people here you could barely move.  Any one of them
> could have done it when he set his cup down.  And the nurses would have
> more access to poison than Florence would."

"Arsenic isn't a healing substance," was Pamela's dry rejoinder. "If it
comes to that, however, I was alone at the time of the blackout, and I
have been here long enough to have poisoned Mr. Fitzroy's teacup. I did
neither, of course, but I cannot prove I did not."



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

Message: 2
Date: Thu,  6 Jan 2005 15:02:52 -0500
From: "Heather Mace" <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


[slight smoosh]

>> Then there was the lights out, and I was asking if anyone
>> had a light.  But no one did.  Then the lights came back on,
>> and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us
>> she was dead."
>>
>> Marjorie frowned.  "But Mrs. Beaman had the best chance
>> to poison just Mr. Fitzroy's tea.  After all, she did make
>> it.  And I didn't notice anyone going near him..."
>>
>
>"But I didn't!" protested Florence, with a horrified look at her husband.
>"Why should I do that?  It was perfect nice Darjeeling ... I borrowed it
>from Mrs Evans only yesterday."

>"That's ridiculous," Cyril scowled.  "By the time he was poisoned,
>there were so many people here you could barely move.  Any one of them
>could have done it when he set his cup down.  And the nurses would have
>more access to poison than Florence would."


Marjorie pointed out "You could have taken it from one of
their bags when they weren't looking.  Especially after
they brought them up to look at Miss Diamond.  And why
does there have to be one killer?  Why not a couple?
Mr. Beaman could have killed Miss Diamond, and Mrs Beaman
could have poisoned Fitzroy...."

Then she frowned.  "And wasn't Mr. Philip over there picking
up tea cups when Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy?  That's right...
I remember seeing that when I was looking to see who was
going to break them up..."



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

Message: 3
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 15:00:20 -0500
From: "Katie Fulton" <kcunningham40@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>> Then there was the lights out, and I was asking if anyone
>> had a light.  But no one did.  Then the lights came back on,
>> and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us
>> she was dead."
>>
>> Marjorie frowned.  "But Mrs. Beaman had the best chance
>> to poison just Mr. Fitzroy's tea.  After all, she did make
>> it.  And I didn't notice anyone going near him..."
>>
>
>"But I didn't!" protested Florence, with a horrified look at her husband.
>"Why should I do that?  It was perfect nice Darjeeling ... I borrowed it
>from Mrs Evans only yesterday."

>"That's ridiculous," Cyril scowled.  "By the time he was poisoned,
>there were so many people here you could barely move.  Any one of them
>could have done it when he set his cup down.  And the nurses would have
>more access to poison than Florence would."


Marjorie pointed out "You could have taken it from one of
their bags when they weren't looking.  Especially after
they brought them up to look at Miss Diamond.  And why
does there have to be one killer?  Why not a couple?
Mr. Beaman could have killed Miss Diamond, and Mrs Beaman
could have poisoned Fitzroy...."

Then she frowned.  "And wasn't Mr. Philip over there picking
up tea cups when Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy?  That's right...
I remember seeing that when I was looking to see who was
going to break them up..."

"But," Richard interjected quickly. "That isn't quite enough. Did Mr. Philip
pick out which cup Mr. Fitzroy used? Because whoever did that... they're the
most likely suspect."




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

Message: 4
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 14:11:49 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> "Er--" Richard looked at his palm, and seemed a little green. "If that's
> what you want to call it, I suppose. I have to admit I didn't linger over
> the wound. I don't have a stomach for blood..."
>
> With one hand, he carefully unwrapped his hand, which had been clumsily
> done
> up anyway. Indeed, there was the cut in his palm, right in the center, a
> rather nasty puncture.

Warren winced when he saw it. "My apologies," he said.



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Message: 5
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 12:17:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> [slight smoosh]
>
> >> Then there was the lights out, and I was asking if anyone
> >> had a light.  But no one did.  Then the lights came back on,
> >> and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us
> >> she was dead."
> >>
> >> Marjorie frowned.  "But Mrs. Beaman had the best chance
> >> to poison just Mr. Fitzroy's tea.  After all, she did make
> >> it.  And I didn't notice anyone going near him..."
> >>
> >
> >"But I didn't!" protested Florence, with a horrified look at her
> husband.
> >"Why should I do that?  It was perfect nice Darjeeling ... I
> borrowed it
> >from Mrs Evans only yesterday."
>
> >"That's ridiculous," Cyril scowled.  "By the time he was poisoned,
> >there were so many people here you could barely move.  Any one of
> them
> >could have done it when he set his cup down.  And the nurses would
> have
> >more access to poison than Florence would."
>
>
> Marjorie pointed out "You could have taken it from one of
> their bags when they weren't looking.  Especially after
> they brought them up to look at Miss Diamond.  And why
> does there have to be one killer?  Why not a couple?
> Mr. Beaman could have killed Miss Diamond, and Mrs Beaman
> could have poisoned Fitzroy...."
>
> Then she frowned.  "And wasn't Mr. Philip over there picking
> up tea cups when Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy?  That's right...
> I remember seeing that when I was looking to see who was
> going to break them up..."

Cyril shook his head with disgust.  "It's interesting, Miss Higgins,
how quick you are to point to everyone but yourself..."



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Message: 6
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 14:19:07 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>>"Er--" Richard looked at his palm, and seemed a little green. "If that's
>>what you want to call it, I suppose. I have to admit I didn't linger over
>>the wound. I don't have a stomach for blood..."
>>
>>With one hand, he carefully unwrapped his hand, which had been clumsily
>>done
>>up anyway. Indeed, there was the cut in his palm, right in the center, a
>>rather nasty puncture.
>
>
> Warren winced when he saw it. "My apologies," he said.

"I can see to that properly, Lord Richard, if you'll give me a few
moments to wash my hands," Pamela offered. "Perhaps you'd come into the
kitchen?"

<tag Richard>



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Message: 7
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 15:23:30 -0500
From: "Katie Fulton" <kcunningham40@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


"I can see to that properly, Lord Richard, if you'll give me a few
moments to wash my hands," Pamela offered. "Perhaps you'd come into the
kitchen?"

"Oh!" He had been trying to rebandage his hand. "Of course. My thanks..."
But he did glance at the kitchen, then the living room, to make certain they
wouldn't miss -too- much of the action.




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Message: 8
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 14:31:05 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> "Oh!" He had been trying to rebandage his hand. "Of course. My thanks..."
> But he did glance at the kitchen, then the living room, to make certain
> they
> wouldn't miss -too- much of the action.

"Well, never mind, then -- I'll only be gone a moment." Pamela
exchanged a glance with Tabitha, then went downstairs to wash her hands
at the kitchen sink.

She returned in short order with her mother, and picked up her kit-bag
to attend to the scion of Benwick. "Please sit down, my lord," she said,
indicating an armless chair in the vicinity. "I shall have to disinfect
it; I fear it will sting quite a bit."

<tag Richard>



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Message: 9
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 15:37:55 -0500
From: "Katie Fulton" <kcunningham40@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


"Well, never mind, then -- I'll only be gone a moment." Pamela
exchanged a glance with Tabitha, then went downstairs to wash her hands
at the kitchen sink.

She returned in short order with her mother, and picked up her kit-bag
to attend to the scion of Benwick. "Please sit down, my lord," she said,
indicating an armless chair in the vicinity. "I shall have to disinfect
it; I fear it will sting quite a bit."

He winced, but covered it with a brave smile. "Don't worry about that,
m'dear. I've felt the prick of a woman's sting before, and lived." He held
out his hand for her.




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Message: 10
Date: Thu,  6 Jan 2005 15:43:47 -0500
From: "Heather Mace" <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

>>
>> >"That's ridiculous," Cyril scowled.  "By the time he was poisoned,
>> >there were so many people here you could barely move.  Any one of
>> them
>> >could have done it when he set his cup down.  And the nurses would
>> have
>> >more access to poison than Florence would."
>>
>>
>> Marjorie pointed out "You could have taken it from one of
>> their bags when they weren't looking.  Especially after
>> they brought them up to look at Miss Diamond.  And why
>> does there have to be one killer?  Why not a couple?
>> Mr. Beaman could have killed Miss Diamond, and Mrs Beaman
>> could have poisoned Fitzroy...."
>>
>> Then she frowned.  "And wasn't Mr. Philip over there picking
>> up tea cups when Mrs. Rosen tackled Fitzroy?  That's right...
>> I remember seeing that when I was looking to see who was
>> going to break them up..."
>
>Cyril shook his head with disgust.  "It's interesting, Miss Higgins,
>how quick you are to point to everyone but yourself..."


"I wasn't anywhere near Fitzroy or his tea cup when he
was poisoned!" Marjorie protested.




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

Message: 11
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 14:46:00 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> He winced, but covered it with a brave smile. "Don't worry about that,
> m'dear. I've felt the prick of a woman's sting before, and lived." He held
> out his hand for her.

Pamela made a moue, but knelt and began her work anyway. Whatever she
applied to the puncture *did* hurt quite powerfully, and was sickeningly
chill to the touch to boot. She worked quickly, however, keeping the
agony as short-lived as possible.

"Lord Richard," she said in a murmur for his ears alone as she reached
into her bag for bandage-linen, "I am exceeding my bounds, and possibly
betraying a confidence, but in light of tonight's events I feel I must.
I ask you, my lord, please to communicate with your sister Elizabeth as
soon as may be, on a matter of considerable -- perhaps life-saving --
importance."

In more normal tones, she said, "That should do. I am sorry if I hurt
you; the palm of the hand is a terrible place to be injured, so many
nerves there."

<tag Richard>



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    5. Re: Revelations? (Jvstin)
    6. Re: Revelations? (Katie Fulton)
    7. Re: Revelations? (Heather Mace)
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    9. Re: Revelations? (Katie Fulton)
   10. Re: Revelations? (Brenda McCartney)
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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 18:33:34 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: [MaC] Extending Murder


I've had requests for an extra day (perhaps two) or Murder.

As some interesting things could come out, I'm ok with this.

How do players feel?


Mel




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Message: 2
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 13:36:36 -0500
From: "Pruehs, Ree M." <rpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] Extending Murder


No problem here.

Ree

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> Subject: [MaC] Extending Murder
>
>
> I've had requests for an extra day (perhaps two) or Murder.
>
> As some interesting things could come out, I'm ok with this.
>
> How do players feel?
>
>
> Mel
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Message: 3
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 10:36:24 -0800
From: <ladyofamber@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Extending Murder


On Thu, 6 Jan 2005 18:33:34 -0000, Mel Mason <goldfired@...> wrote:
> I've had requests for an extra day (perhaps two) or Murder.
>
> As some interesting things could come out, I'm ok with this.
>
> How do players feel?
>
> Mel

Go for it.

Heather



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Message: 4
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 19:22:57 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

>>Antom shrugged, a faint smile on his thin lips.
>>
>>"I believed that anyone with the musical talent to discern the difference
>>would also share my distaste for our host's behaviour."  His face sobered.
>>"I was not expecting a murder to occur under the cover of the music."
>>
>>"Perhaps," suggested Oswald, "we should start to think about who had the
>>means and the opportunity - rather than the motive."
>
> "I was beside the bar," Braham offered. "I tried to leave but tripped over
> Mrs. Beaman knocking us both to the ground. Miss Douglas immediately came
> to her aid. That much I know for sure. I also remember Mr. Beaman leaving
> the bar area just before the lights went out. His wife had sent him for
> towels so that he could clean the oil from his hands. I believe it was
> Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle that then set off downstairs to greet the warden,
> though I am not certain. I am judging solely by voice. As for others, well
> I can say with some certainty that Officer Worthington remained where he
> was. I also know that Officer Powell and Mr. Hodges left together. Perhaps
> you two can vouch for each other?" If this whole situation was not so
> macabre, thought Braham, it would be down right interesting. Certainly it
> was something to record for future days when he would have to ponder the
> outcome.

"And we were on the terrace," said Anton, glancing at Marion.

"I was speaking to the Warden outside," agreed Oswald.  "But after that ...
I could have done it, I suppose."

"For that matter so could I," pointed out Lucinda.  "There were a few
minutes, and Miss Douglas' toast before I started to go downstairs ... "

"Who else had left the room?" asked Florence. " I can certainly vouch for Mr
Davis falling over me ... "

"






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Message: 5
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 13:24:18 -0600
From: Jvstin <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

>
> >>Antom shrugged, a faint smile on his thin lips.
> >>
> >>"I believed that anyone with the musical talent to discern the
> >>difference
> >>would also share my distaste for our host's behaviour."  His face
> >>sobered.
> >>"I was not expecting a murder to occur under the cover of the music."
> >>
> >>"Perhaps," suggested Oswald, "we should start to think about who had the
> >>means and the opportunity - rather than the motive."
> >
> > "I was beside the bar," Braham offered. "I tried to leave but tripped
> > over
> > Mrs. Beaman knocking us both to the ground. Miss Douglas immediately
> > came
> > to her aid. That much I know for sure. I also remember Mr. Beaman
> > leaving
> > the bar area just before the lights went out. His wife had sent him for
> > towels so that he could clean the oil from his hands. I believe it was
> > Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle that then set off downstairs to greet the
> > warden,
> > though I am not certain. I am judging solely by voice. As for others,
> > well
> > I can say with some certainty that Officer Worthington remained where he
> > was. I also know that Officer Powell and Mr. Hodges left together.
> > Perhaps
> > you two can vouch for each other?" If this whole situation was not so
> > macabre, thought Braham, it would be down right interesting. Certainly
> > it
> > was something to record for future days when he would have to ponder the
> > outcome.
>
> "And we were on the terrace," said Anton, glancing at Marion.
>
> "I was speaking to the Warden outside," agreed Oswald.  "But after that
> ...
> I could have done it, I suppose."
>
> "For that matter so could I," pointed out Lucinda.  "There were a few
> minutes, and Miss Douglas' toast before I started to go downstairs ... "
>
> "Who else had left the room?" asked Florence. " I can certainly vouch for
> Mr
> Davis falling over me ... "
>

"I was here until Anton came in with the news of Miss Diamond's
death." James said.  "I stayed here, talked with him a bit in Polish,
until people started heading through the flats.  I believe I was with
Braham at the first floor, when Mr. Fitzroy was poisoned."



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Message: 6
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 14:26:54 -0500
From: "Katie Fulton" <kcunningham40@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> "I was beside the bar," Braham offered. "I tried to leave but tripped over
> Mrs. Beaman knocking us both to the ground. Miss Douglas immediately came
> to her aid. That much I know for sure. I also remember Mr. Beaman leaving
> the bar area just before the lights went out. His wife had sent him for
> towels so that he could clean the oil from his hands. I believe it was
> Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle that then set off downstairs to greet the warden,
> though I am not certain. I am judging solely by voice. As for others, well
> I can say with some certainty that Officer Worthington remained where he
> was. I also know that Officer Powell and Mr. Hodges left together. Perhaps
> you two can vouch for each other?" If this whole situation was not so
> macabre, thought Braham, it would be down right interesting. Certainly it
> was something to record for future days when he would have to ponder the
> outcome.

"And we were on the terrace," said Anton, glancing at Marion.

"I was speaking to the Warden outside," agreed Oswald.  "But after that ...
I could have done it, I suppose."

"For that matter so could I," pointed out Lucinda.  "There were a few
minutes, and Miss Douglas' toast before I started to go downstairs ... "

"Who else had left the room?" asked Florence. " I can certainly vouch for Mr
Davis falling over me ... "

Richard looked a tad sheepish, holding up his hand. "I was in the bathroom,
I'm afraid. I had reached in my pocket, looking for my cigarette case, and
found my pocket knife instead. It had come unfolded, and I stuck my palm."




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Message: 7
Date: Thu,  6 Jan 2005 14:40:55 -0500
From: "Heather Mace" <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>"For that matter so could I," pointed out Lucinda.  "There were a few
>minutes, and Miss Douglas' toast before I started to go downstairs ... "
>
>"Who else had left the room?" asked Florence. " I can certainly vouch for
>Mr
>Davis falling over me ... "
>
>Richard looked a tad sheepish, holding up his hand. "I was in the bathroom,
>I'm afraid. I had reached in my pocket, looking for my cigarette case, and
>found my pocket knife instead. It had come unfolded, and I stuck my palm."

"I was by the bar the whole time," Marjorie announced.
"Though.. you'd be hard pressed to know it in the dark I
guess.  I was tending bar for Mr. Hodges while he was repairing
the lift.  When everyone came back from that Mr. Hodges took
over the bar and wouldn't give Miss Diamond another drink.
She got all huffy and left, and that's the last time I saw her.
Then there was the lights out, and I was asking if anyone
had a light.  But no one did.  Then the lights came back on,
and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us
she was dead."

Marjorie frowned.  "But Mrs. Beaman had the best chance
to poison just Mr. Fitzroy's tea.  After all, she did make
it.  And I didn't notice anyone going near him..."




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

Message: 8
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 13:36:14 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

> "Who else had left the room?" asked Florence. " I can certainly vouch for
> Mr
> Davis falling over me ... "
>
> Richard looked a tad sheepish, holding up his hand. "I was in the
> bathroom,
> I'm afraid. I had reached in my pocket, looking for my cigarette case, and
> found my pocket knife instead. It had come unfolded, and I stuck my palm."

"That's easy enough to verify," Warren said. "A puncture with a knife
would leave a triangular-shaped tear, would it not?"



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Message: 9
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 14:41:24 -0500
From: "Katie Fulton" <kcunningham40@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> Richard looked a tad sheepish, holding up his hand. "I was in the
bathroom,
> I'm afraid. I had reached in my pocket, looking for my cigarette case, and
> found my pocket knife instead. It had come unfolded, and I stuck my palm."

"That's easy enough to verify," Warren said. "A puncture with a knife
would leave a triangular-shaped tear, would it not?"

"Er--" Richard looked at his palm, and seemed a little green. "If that's
what you want to call it, I suppose. I have to admit I didn't linger over
the wound. I don't have a stomach for blood..."

With one hand, he carefully unwrapped his hand, which had been clumsily done
up anyway. Indeed, there was the cut in his palm, right in the center, a
rather nasty puncture.




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

Message: 10
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 11:42:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> >"For that matter so could I," pointed out Lucinda.  "There were a
> few
> >minutes, and Miss Douglas' toast before I started to go downstairs
> ... "
> >
> >"Who else had left the room?" asked Florence. " I can certainly
> vouch for Mr
> >Davis falling over me ... "
> >
> >Richard looked a tad sheepish, holding up his hand. "I was in the
> bathroom,
> >I'm afraid. I had reached in my pocket, looking for my cigarette
> case, and
> >found my pocket knife instead. It had come unfolded, and I stuck my
> palm."
>
> "I was by the bar the whole time," Marjorie announced.
> "Though.. you'd be hard pressed to know it in the dark I
> guess.  I was tending bar for Mr. Hodges while he was repairing
> the lift.  When everyone came back from that Mr. Hodges took
> over the bar and wouldn't give Miss Diamond another drink.
> She got all huffy and left, and that's the last time I saw her.
> Then there was the lights out, and I was asking if anyone
> had a light.  But no one did.  Then the lights came back on,
> and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us
> she was dead."
>
> Marjorie frowned.  "But Mrs. Beaman had the best chance
> to poison just Mr. Fitzroy's tea.  After all, she did make
> it.  And I didn't notice anyone going near him..."

"That's ridiculous," Cyril scowled.  "By the time he was poisoned,
there were so many people here you could barely move.  Any one of them
could have done it when he set his cup down.  And the nurses would have
more access to poison than Florence would."


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

Message: 11
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 19:48:15 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> "I was by the bar the whole time," Marjorie announced.
> "Though.. you'd be hard pressed to know it in the dark I
> guess.  I was tending bar for Mr. Hodges while he was repairing
> the lift.  When everyone came back from that Mr. Hodges took
> over the bar and wouldn't give Miss Diamond another drink.
> She got all huffy and left, and that's the last time I saw her.
> Then there was the lights out, and I was asking if anyone
> had a light.  But no one did.  Then the lights came back on,
> and right after that is when Mr. Anton came in and told us
> she was dead."
>
> Marjorie frowned.  "But Mrs. Beaman had the best chance
> to poison just Mr. Fitzroy's tea.  After all, she did make
> it.  And I didn't notice anyone going near him..."
>

"But I didn't!" protested Florence, with a horrified look at her husband.
"Why should I do that?  It was perfect nice Darjeeling ... I borrowed it
from Mrs Evans only yesterday."





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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 10:32:18 +0000
From: Mel Mason <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

> >> "She said her friend was sleeping with an officer," Esme explained.
> >> "So ... when I realised it was her, I thought that the rest was
> >> probably true - the officer, and Marty threatening to destroy the
> >> girl's career."
> >
> >
> > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of trying to further
> > protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps it was not an officer
> > at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who it was. That could
> > mean just about any man in this room could be guilty."
>
> "It doesn't mean the father of the baby was the murderer, either,"
> Marjorie pointed out.  "Maybe... Miss Diamond had more than one
> lover?  Or maybe... the father had more than one lover, too."  She
> shook her head.  "This is getting awfully complicated."
>
> "Was Fitzroy actually married to anyone?  Does anyone here know?
> In fact... does Fitzroy have a safe or anything like that?  I
> bet there'd be clues in there."
>

"There's a safe in our bedroom," said Esme, "but I don't know the
combination."



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Message: 2
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 03:14:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>
> >> > > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of
> >> > trying to further
> >> > > protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps
> >> > it was not an officer
> >> > > at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who
> >> > it was. That could
> >> > > mean just about any man in this room could be
> >> > guilty."
> >
> > Cyril cocked a dubious eyebrow over his spectacles.
> >
> "Saying it was an officer in war-time isn't really telling us much,"
> agreed
> Oswald.  "But perhaps it's a start.  I'm in the frame, I know.  I'm a
>
> Colonel - and I was present in the room when both murders were
> carried out.
>
> "However, not everyone was.  And we still haven't solved the mystery
> of how
> Nola Diamond was killed, when Mr Barowenski claimed to be in the room
> all
> the time - with only one brief break."
>
> Anton was glowering.
>
> >> > "Bringing us back to the beginning." James put in,
> >> > somewhat glumly.
> >> > "Not like one of those mystery novels, is this now?"
> >> > His tone was not
> >> > mocking, but recognizing of the bind they were all
> >> > in.
> >>
> >> "Yes- we're back at the very beginning," Nicola said
> >> in a harsher tone of voice than had come from her all
> >> night. She rose and began counting points off on her
> >> fingers. "We have NO idea who killed Nola," index
> >> finger, "NO idea who poisoned Fitzroy," middle finger,
> >> "the authorities are on their way, probably not in
> >> time to save him," ring finger, "and every single
> >> person in this room had the opportunity to kill at
> >> least one of them! We're all going to the gallows!"
> >> She counted off her pinky finger and ran a hand
> >> through her hair in frustration.
> >>
> >> "I need a cigarette," she muttered to herself, opening
> >> her purse. She pulled out a small shopping bag and
> >> went to stuff it back inside, then stopped and stared
> >> at it for a moment. Her brow furrowed, as if she were
> >> deep in thought. Suddenly, her face contorted and she
> >> looked around the room. "But who...?" she asked
> >> herself. No- no, she wasn't sure yet... but...
> >
> > "There is one other thing..." Cyril ventured from his corner of the
> > room.  He reached into his pocket and pulled something small and
> > metallic out of it.  "Does anyone recognize this?"  He holds a
> single
> > earring in his palm.
> >
> > [OOC: Mel, help!  I forgot the description and I can't seem to find
> the
> > right email message!]
> >
> [OOC - oh, I think the owner will recognise it]
>
> Anton Barowenski gave a short exclamation.
>
> "Where did you find this?"

The exclamation from Anton surprised Cyril.  He had expected it from
someone else.  He turned to look at the pianist suspiciously.  "On the
floor in the front doorway of your flat, Anton.  When I returned to my
own flat early this evening, I saw someone enter yours from the front."

He turned to the rest of the room.  "I thought nothing of it because no
one was dead yet.  When I found out about Miss Diamond, I went back to
check the front hallway, thinking perhaps that door had been used as an
escape route.  This was on the floor near it."

Cyril's tone turned contemplative.  "Now, I suppose it could have been
there for days, but on the other hand, what stylish lady would come to
a Christmas party wearing only one earring?"  He scanned the room, but
left it to others to pinpoint the person in question.




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

Message: 3
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 07:45:00 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

> >
> > >> > > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of
> > >> > > trying to further protect the father," Braham mused
> > >> > > aloud. "Perhaps it was not an officer at all. And
> > >> > > perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who it was. That
> > >> > > could mean just about any man in this room could be
> > >> > > guilty."
> > >
> > > Cyril cocked a dubious eyebrow over his spectacles.
> > >
> > "Saying it was an officer in war-time isn't really telling us much,"
> > agreed Oswald.  "But perhaps it's a start.  I'm in the frame, I know.
> > I'm a Colonel - and I was present in the room when both murders were
> > carried out.
> >
> > "However, not everyone was.  And we still haven't solved the mystery
> > of how Nola Diamond was killed, when Mr Barowenski claimed to be in
> > the room all the time - with only one brief break."
> >
> > Anton was glowering.
> >
> > >> > "Bringing us back to the beginning." James put in,
> > >> > somewhat glumly. "Not like one of those mystery novels,
> > >> > is this now?" His tone was not mocking, but recognizing
> > >> > of the bind they were all in.
> > >>
> > >> "Yes- we're back at the very beginning," Nicola said
> > >> in a harsher tone of voice than had come from her all
> > >> night. She rose and began counting points off on her
> > >> fingers. "We have NO idea who killed Nola," index
> > >> finger, "NO idea who poisoned Fitzroy," middle finger,
> > >> "the authorities are on their way, probably not in
> > >> time to save him," ring finger, "and every single
> > >> person in this room had the opportunity to kill at
> > >> least one of them! We're all going to the gallows!"
> > >> She counted off her pinky finger and ran a hand
> > >> through her hair in frustration.
> > >>
> > >> "I need a cigarette," she muttered to herself, opening
> > >> her purse. She pulled out a small shopping bag and
> > >> went to stuff it back inside, then stopped and stared
> > >> at it for a moment. Her brow furrowed, as if she were
> > >> deep in thought. Suddenly, her face contorted and she
> > >> looked around the room. "But who...?" she asked
> > >> herself. No- no, she wasn't sure yet... but...
> > >
> > > "There is one other thing..." Cyril ventured from his corner of the
> > > room.  He reached into his pocket and pulled something small and
> > > metallic out of it.  "Does anyone recognize this?"  He holds a
> > > single earring in his palm.
> > >
> > > [OOC: Mel, help!  I forgot the description and I can't seem to find
> > > the right email message!]
> > >
> > [OOC - oh, I think the owner will recognise it]
> >
> > Anton Barowenski gave a short exclamation.
> >
> > "Where did you find this?"
>
> The exclamation from Anton surprised Cyril.  He had expected it from
> someone else.  He turned to look at the pianist suspiciously.  "On the
> floor in the front doorway of your flat, Anton.  When I returned to my
> own flat early this evening, I saw someone enter yours from the front."
>
> He turned to the rest of the room.  "I thought nothing of it because no
> one was dead yet.  When I found out about Miss Diamond, I went back to
> check the front hallway, thinking perhaps that door had been used as an
> escape route.  This was on the floor near it."
>
> Cyril's tone turned contemplative.  "Now, I suppose it could have been
> there for days, but on the other hand, what stylish lady would come to
> a Christmas party wearing only one earring?"  He scanned the room, but
> left it to others to pinpoint the person in question.

Pinpointing was hardly necessary as Marion Mauberley's hand went
to her left ear in the automatic gesture of a woman who has just
realized she's missing an earring.  And indeed, the gold star
remaining in her right ear was an exact match for the one in
Cyril Beaman's hand.

Marion lowered her hand, looked over at Anton and then at Cyril.
"I told you we should have spoken up, Anton," she said.

Then she went on steadily, to the company at large, "It's true
that I slipped out earlier this evening to see Mr. Barowenski
about a ... private matter.  I'll leave it to him to say what
that was, if he wishes.  We went out on the terrace to talk, and
yes, it took longer than a few moments.  When I came back out
again, the lights were out."  Her eyes lowered for the first
time.  "I've been thinking ever since that it must have been
while we were out on the terrace that ... it happened."  She
looked up again and said more calmly.  "But I certainly didn't
kill Miss Diamond.  I had no reason to, I barely knew her.  And
since Anton was with me, he can't have done so either."


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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

Message: 4
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 09:28:23 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> Then she went on steadily, to the company at large, "It's true
> that I slipped out earlier this evening to see Mr. Barowenski
> about a ... private matter.  I'll leave it to him to say what
> that was, if he wishes.  We went out on the terrace to talk, and
> yes, it took longer than a few moments.  When I came back out
> again, the lights were out."  Her eyes lowered for the first
> time.  "I've been thinking ever since that it must have been
> while we were out on the terrace that ... it happened."  She
> looked up again and said more calmly.  "But I certainly didn't
> kill Miss Diamond.  I had no reason to, I barely knew her.  And
> since Anton was with me, he can't have done so either."

"And when you were on the terrace?" Warren asked. "Anton
wasn't exactly playing the piano, was he? The classical
piece that was playing, that was the same as the record
on the gramophone."



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

Message: 5
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 10:40:27 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


Allen Veazey wrote:
>
> > Then she went on steadily, to the company at large, "It's true
> > that I slipped out earlier this evening to see Mr. Barowenski
> > about a ... private matter.  I'll leave it to him to say what
> > that was, if he wishes.  We went out on the terrace to talk, and
> > yes, it took longer than a few moments.  When I came back out
> > again, the lights were out."  Her eyes lowered for the first
> > time.  "I've been thinking ever since that it must have been
> > while we were out on the terrace that ... it happened."  She
> > looked up again and said more calmly.  "But I certainly didn't
> > kill Miss Diamond.  I had no reason to, I barely knew her.  And
> > since Anton was with me, he can't have done so either."
>
> "And when you were on the terrace?" Warren asked. "Anton
> wasn't exactly playing the piano, was he? The classical
> piece that was playing, that was the same as the record
> on the gramophone."

Marion nodded.  "That's right."  She glanced over at Anton again,
a wry half-smile coming to her lips.  "He didn't expect Marty
Fitzroy to notice the difference."  Her expression darkened again
at the mention of the dying man.


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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

Message: 6
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 09:42:38 -0600
From: Jvstin <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


On Thu, 06 Jan 2005 10:40:27 -0500, Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
wrote:
> Allen Veazey wrote:
> >
> > > Then she went on steadily, to the company at large, "It's true
> > > that I slipped out earlier this evening to see Mr. Barowenski
> > > about a ... private matter.  I'll leave it to him to say what
> > > that was, if he wishes.  We went out on the terrace to talk, and
> > > yes, it took longer than a few moments.  When I came back out
> > > again, the lights were out."  Her eyes lowered for the first
> > > time.  "I've been thinking ever since that it must have been
> > > while we were out on the terrace that ... it happened."  She
> > > looked up again and said more calmly.  "But I certainly didn't
> > > kill Miss Diamond.  I had no reason to, I barely knew her.  And
> > > since Anton was with me, he can't have done so either."
> >
> > "And when you were on the terrace?" Warren asked. "Anton
> > wasn't exactly playing the piano, was he? The classical
> > piece that was playing, that was the same as the record
> > on the gramophone."
>
> Marion nodded.  "That's right."  She glanced over at Anton again,
> a wry half-smile coming to her lips.  "He didn't expect Marty
> Fitzroy to notice the difference."  Her expression darkened again
> at the mention of the dying man.
>

"Or the rest of us, for that matter." James put in dryly, looking over
at his fellow Pole.



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

Message: 7
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 16:58:35 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>> > > Then she went on steadily, to the company at large, "It's true
>> > > that I slipped out earlier this evening to see Mr. Barowenski
>> > > about a ... private matter.  I'll leave it to him to say what
>> > > that was, if he wishes.  We went out on the terrace to talk, and
>> > > yes, it took longer than a few moments.  When I came back out
>> > > again, the lights were out."  Her eyes lowered for the first
>> > > time.  "I've been thinking ever since that it must have been
>> > > while we were out on the terrace that ... it happened."  She
>> > > looked up again and said more calmly.  "But I certainly didn't
>> > > kill Miss Diamond.  I had no reason to, I barely knew her.  And
>> > > since Anton was with me, he can't have done so either."
>> >
>> > "And when you were on the terrace?" Warren asked. "Anton
>> > wasn't exactly playing the piano, was he? The classical
>> > piece that was playing, that was the same as the record
>> > on the gramophone."
>>
>> Marion nodded.  "That's right."  She glanced over at Anton again,
>> a wry half-smile coming to her lips.  "He didn't expect Marty
>> Fitzroy to notice the difference."  Her expression darkened again
>> at the mention of the dying man.
>>
>
> "Or the rest of us, for that matter." James put in dryly, looking over
> at his fellow Pole.
>


Antom shrugged, a faint smile on his thin lips.

"I believed that anyone with the musical talent to discern the difference
would also share my distaste for our host's behaviour."  His face sobered.
"I was not expecting a murder to occur under the cover of the music."

"Perhaps," suggested Oswald, "we should start to think about who had the
means and the opportunity - rather than the motive."





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

Message: 8
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 12:36:06 -0500
From: Tara Kunkel <faespinner@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>Antom shrugged, a faint smile on his thin lips.
>
>"I believed that anyone with the musical talent to discern the difference
>would also share my distaste for our host's behaviour."  His face sobered.
>"I was not expecting a murder to occur under the cover of the music."
>
>"Perhaps," suggested Oswald, "we should start to think about who had the
>means and the opportunity - rather than the motive."

"I was beside the bar," Braham offered. "I tried to leave but tripped over
Mrs. Beaman knocking us both to the ground. Miss Douglas immediately came
to her aid. That much I know for sure. I also remember Mr. Beaman leaving
the bar area just before the lights went out. His wife had sent him for
towels so that he could clean the oil from his hands. I believe it was Mrs.
Skeffington-Nottle that then set off downstairs to greet the warden, though
I am not certain. I am judging solely by voice. As for others, well I can
say with some certainty that Officer Worthington remained where he was. I
also know that Officer Powell and Mr. Hodges left together. Perhaps you two
can vouch for each other?" If this whole situation was not so macabre,
thought Braham, it would be down right interesting. Certainly it was
something to record for future days when he would have to ponder the
outcome.





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Today's Topics:

    1. Re: Revelations? (Mel Mason)
    2. Re: Revelations? (Tara Kunkel)
    3. Re: Revelations? (Heather Mace)
    4. Re: Revelations? (Jvstin(Mindspring))
    5. Re: Revelations? (Mrfury28@...)
    6. Re: Revelations? (Jonathan Katalenic)
    7. Re: Revelations? (Brenda McCartney)
    8. Re: Revelations? (Mel Mason)


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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 00:40:45 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>>>"I don't know," admitted Esme.  "I don't ... think so.  She thought ...
>>>if
>>>she told Marty ... he might do something.  She didn't even tell him that
>>>he
>>>was an officer.  And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty got it
>>>out
>>>of me."
>>
>>
>> "So, this officer would have reason to kill her, to keep his name
>> clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi
>> and the man who facilitated the murder of his child."
>>
>> "Convenient."
>>
>> "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that
>> leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course.
>> Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers."
>>
>
> "But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she was sleepin' with an
> officer?" Marjorie asked Esme.  "I thought you just said she asked
> you for the card for a friend?"
>

"She said her friend was sleeping with an officer," Esme explained.  "So ...
when I realised it was her, I thought that the rest was probably true - the
officer, and Marty threatening to destroy the girl's career."



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

Message: 2
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 19:51:37 -0500
From: Tara Kunkel <faespinner@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

>>>>"I don't know," admitted Esme.  "I don't ... think so.  She thought ...
>>>>if
>>>>she told Marty ... he might do something.  She didn't even tell him that
>>>>he
>>>>was an officer.  And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty got it
>>>>out
>>>>of me."
>>>
>>>
>>>"So, this officer would have reason to kill her, to keep his name
>>>clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi
>>>and the man who facilitated the murder of his child."
>>>
>>>"Convenient."
>>>
>>>"So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that
>>>leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course.
>>>Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers."
>>
>>"But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she was sleepin' with an
>>officer?" Marjorie asked Esme.  "I thought you just said she asked
>>you for the card for a friend?"
>
>"She said her friend was sleeping with an officer," Esme explained.  "So
>... when I realised it was her, I thought that the rest was probably true
>- the officer, and Marty threatening to destroy the girl's career."

"Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of trying to further protect
the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps it was not an officer at all. And
perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who it was. That could mean just about
any man in this room could be guilty."



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

Message: 3
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 17:22:44 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>>>>
>>>> "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that
>>>> leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course.
>>>> Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers."
>>>
>>>
>>> "But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she was sleepin' with an
>>> officer?" Marjorie asked Esme.  "I thought you just said she asked
>>> you for the card for a friend?"
>>
>>
>> "She said her friend was sleeping with an officer," Esme explained.
>> "So ... when I realised it was her, I thought that the rest was
>> probably true - the officer, and Marty threatening to destroy the
>> girl's career."
>
>
> "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of trying to further
> protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps it was not an officer
> at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who it was. That could
> mean just about any man in this room could be guilty."

"It doesn't mean the father of the baby was the murderer, either,"
Marjorie pointed out.  "Maybe... Miss Diamond had more than one
lover?  Or maybe... the father had more than one lover, too."  She
shook her head.  "This is getting awfully complicated."

"Was Fitzroy actually married to anyone?  Does anyone here know?
In fact... does Fitzroy have a safe or anything like that?  I
bet there'd be clues in there."



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

Message: 4
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 19:21:48 -0600
From: "Jvstin(Mindspring)" <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

>
>>>>> "I don't know," admitted Esme.  "I don't ... think so.  She thought
>>>>> ... if
>>>>> she told Marty ... he might do something.  She didn't even tell him
>>>>> that he
>>>>> was an officer.  And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty
>>>>> got it out
>>>>> of me."
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> "So, this officer would have reason to kill her, to keep his name
>>>> clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi
>>>> and the man who facilitated the murder of his child."
>>>>
>>>> "Convenient."
>>>>
>>>> "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that
>>>> leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course.
>>>> Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers."

"Indeed," said Oswald gravely.  "Although I can't aspire to your track
record, old boy.

"It may not be a British serviceman, remember.  I wonder if any of the
civilians here have seen service with other forces."

James gave a nod at this, it was known to the residents of the building
that he had been in the Polish army before the country had been overrun
by the Nazis and Soviets both.

"And we shouldn't forget - the father of Nola's baby may very well not
be the one who killed - although he would, perhaps, have a powerful
motive for attempting to kill Fitzroy."



>>>
>>>
>>> "But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she was sleepin' with an
>>> officer?" Marjorie asked Esme.  "I thought you just said she asked
>>> you for the card for a friend?"
>>
>>
>> "She said her friend was sleeping with an officer," Esme explained.
>> "So ... when I realised it was her, I thought that the rest was
>> probably true - the officer, and Marty threatening to destroy the
>> girl's career."
>
>
> "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of trying to further
> protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps it was not an officer
> at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who it was. That could
> mean just about any man in this room could be guilty."
>

"Bringing us back to the beginning." James put in, somewhat glumly.
"Not like one of those mystery novels, is this now?" His tone was not
mocking, but recognizing of the bind they were all in.




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

Message: 5
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 21:53:57 EST
From: Mrfury28@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


"She said her friend was sleeping with an officer," Esme explained.  "So ...
when I realised it was her, I thought that the rest was probably true - the
officer, and Marty threatening to destroy the girl's career."

"Or Miss Diamond could have been telling the truth."  Hodges muttered.  "But
improbable, if she was with child..."


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

Message: 6
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 19:15:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Jonathan Katalenic <jjkatalenic@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> on 1/5/2005 6:51 PM Tara Kunkel said the following:
> > At 07:40 PM 1/5/2005, you wrote:
> >
> >>>>> "I don't know," admitted Esme.  "I don't ...
> think so.  She thought
> >>>>> ... if
> >>>>> she told Marty ... he might do something.  She
> didn't even tell him
> >>>>> that he
> >>>>> was an officer.  And she wouldn't tell me any
> more in case Marty
> >>>>> got it out
> >>>>> of me."
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>> "So, this officer would have reason to kill
> her, to keep his name
> >>>> clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want
> Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi
> >>>> and the man who facilitated the murder of his
> child."
> >>>>
> >>>> "Convenient."
> >>>>
> >>>> "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head.
> "Who all does that
> >>>> leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his
> fingers. "Myself, of course.
> >>>> Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness,
> you Skeffers."
>
> "Indeed," said Oswald gravely.  "Although I can't
> aspire to your track
> record, old boy.
>
> "It may not be a British serviceman, remember.  I
> wonder if any of the
> civilians here have seen service with other forces."
>
> James gave a nod at this, it was known to the
> residents of the building
> that he had been in the Polish army before the
> country had been overrun
> by the Nazis and Soviets both.
>
> "And we shouldn't forget - the father of Nola's baby
> may very well not
> be the one who killed - although he would, perhaps,
> have a powerful
> motive for attempting to kill Fitzroy."
>
>
>
> >>>
> >>>
> >>> "But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she
> was sleepin' with an
> >>> officer?" Marjorie asked Esme.  "I thought you
> just said she asked
> >>> you for the card for a friend?"
> >>
> >>
> >> "She said her friend was sleeping with an
> officer," Esme explained.
> >> "So ... when I realised it was her, I thought
> that the rest was
> >> probably true - the officer, and Marty
> threatening to destroy the
> >> girl's career."
> >
> >
> > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of
> trying to further
> > protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps
> it was not an officer
> > at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who
> it was. That could
> > mean just about any man in this room could be
> guilty."
> >
>
> "Bringing us back to the beginning." James put in,
> somewhat glumly.
> "Not like one of those mystery novels, is this now?"
> His tone was not
> mocking, but recognizing of the bind they were all
> in.

"Yes- we're back at the very beginning," Nicola said
in a harsher tone of voice than had come from her all
night. She rose and began counting points off on her
fingers. "We have NO idea who killed Nola," index
finger, "NO idea who poisoned Fitzroy," middle finger,
"the authorities are on their way, probably not in
time to save him," ring finger, "and every single
person in this room had the opportunity to kill at
least one of them! We're all going to the gallows!"
She counted off her pinky finger and ran a hand
through her hair in frustration.

"I need a cigarette," she muttered to herself, opening
her purse. She pulled out a small shopping bag and
went to stuff it back inside, then stopped and stared
at it for a moment. Her brow furrowed, as if she were
deep in thought. Suddenly, her face contorted and she
looked around the room. "But who...?" she asked
herself. No- no, she wasn't sure yet... but...



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

Message: 7
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 20:28:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

>
> > on 1/5/2005 6:51 PM Tara Kunkel said the following:
> > > At 07:40 PM 1/5/2005, you wrote:
> > >
> > >>>>> "I don't know," admitted Esme.  "I don't ...
> > think so.  She thought
> > >>>>> ... if
> > >>>>> she told Marty ... he might do something.  She
> > didn't even tell him
> > >>>>> that he
> > >>>>> was an officer.  And she wouldn't tell me any
> > more in case Marty
> > >>>>> got it out
> > >>>>> of me."
> > >>>>
> > >>>>
> > >>>>
> > >>>> "So, this officer would have reason to kill
> > her, to keep his name
> > >>>> clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want
> > Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi
> > >>>> and the man who facilitated the murder of his
> > child."
> > >>>>
> > >>>> "Convenient."
> > >>>>
> > >>>> "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head.
> > "Who all does that
> > >>>> leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his
> > fingers. "Myself, of course.
> > >>>> Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness,
> > you Skeffers."
> >
> > "Indeed," said Oswald gravely.  "Although I can't
> > aspire to your track
> > record, old boy.
> >
> > "It may not be a British serviceman, remember.  I
> > wonder if any of the
> > civilians here have seen service with other forces."
> >
> > James gave a nod at this, it was known to the
> > residents of the building
> > that he had been in the Polish army before the
> > country had been overrun
> > by the Nazis and Soviets both.
> >
> > "And we shouldn't forget - the father of Nola's baby
> > may very well not
> > be the one who killed - although he would, perhaps,
> > have a powerful
> > motive for attempting to kill Fitzroy."
> >
> >
> >
> > >>>
> > >>>
> > >>> "But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she
> > was sleepin' with an
> > >>> officer?" Marjorie asked Esme.  "I thought you
> > just said she asked
> > >>> you for the card for a friend?"
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> "She said her friend was sleeping with an
> > officer," Esme explained.
> > >> "So ... when I realised it was her, I thought
> > that the rest was
> > >> probably true - the officer, and Marty
> > threatening to destroy the
> > >> girl's career."
> > >
> > >
> > > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of
> > trying to further
> > > protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps
> > it was not an officer
> > > at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who
> > it was. That could
> > > mean just about any man in this room could be
> > guilty."

Cyril cocked a dubious eyebrow over his spectacles.

> >
> > "Bringing us back to the beginning." James put in,
> > somewhat glumly.
> > "Not like one of those mystery novels, is this now?"
> > His tone was not
> > mocking, but recognizing of the bind they were all
> > in.
>
> "Yes- we're back at the very beginning," Nicola said
> in a harsher tone of voice than had come from her all
> night. She rose and began counting points off on her
> fingers. "We have NO idea who killed Nola," index
> finger, "NO idea who poisoned Fitzroy," middle finger,
> "the authorities are on their way, probably not in
> time to save him," ring finger, "and every single
> person in this room had the opportunity to kill at
> least one of them! We're all going to the gallows!"
> She counted off her pinky finger and ran a hand
> through her hair in frustration.
>
> "I need a cigarette," she muttered to herself, opening
> her purse. She pulled out a small shopping bag and
> went to stuff it back inside, then stopped and stared
> at it for a moment. Her brow furrowed, as if she were
> deep in thought. Suddenly, her face contorted and she
> looked around the room. "But who...?" she asked
> herself. No- no, she wasn't sure yet... but...

"There is one other thing..." Cyril ventured from his corner of the
room.  He reached into his pocket and pulled something small and
metallic out of it.  "Does anyone recognize this?"  He holds a single
earring in his palm.

[OOC: Mel, help!  I forgot the description and I can't seem to find the
right email message!]


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

Message: 8
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 09:06:54 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?



>> > > "Or perhaps suggesting an officer was her way of
>> > trying to further
>> > > protect the father," Braham mused aloud. "Perhaps
>> > it was not an officer
>> > > at all. And perhaps Fitzroy somehow found out who
>> > it was. That could
>> > > mean just about any man in this room could be
>> > guilty."
>
> Cyril cocked a dubious eyebrow over his spectacles.
>
"Saying it was an officer in war-time isn't really telling us much," agreed
Oswald.  "But perhaps it's a start.  I'm in the frame, I know.  I'm a
Colonel - and I was present in the room when both murders were carried out.

"However, not everyone was.  And we still haven't solved the mystery of how
Nola Diamond was killed, when Mr Barowenski claimed to be in the room all
the time - with only one brief break."

Anton was glowering.

>> > "Bringing us back to the beginning." James put in,
>> > somewhat glumly.
>> > "Not like one of those mystery novels, is this now?"
>> > His tone was not
>> > mocking, but recognizing of the bind they were all
>> > in.
>>
>> "Yes- we're back at the very beginning," Nicola said
>> in a harsher tone of voice than had come from her all
>> night. She rose and began counting points off on her
>> fingers. "We have NO idea who killed Nola," index
>> finger, "NO idea who poisoned Fitzroy," middle finger,
>> "the authorities are on their way, probably not in
>> time to save him," ring finger, "and every single
>> person in this room had the opportunity to kill at
>> least one of them! We're all going to the gallows!"
>> She counted off her pinky finger and ran a hand
>> through her hair in frustration.
>>
>> "I need a cigarette," she muttered to herself, opening
>> her purse. She pulled out a small shopping bag and
>> went to stuff it back inside, then stopped and stared
>> at it for a moment. Her brow furrowed, as if she were
>> deep in thought. Suddenly, her face contorted and she
>> looked around the room. "But who...?" she asked
>> herself. No- no, she wasn't sure yet... but...
>
> "There is one other thing..." Cyril ventured from his corner of the
> room.  He reached into his pocket and pulled something small and
> metallic out of it.  "Does anyone recognize this?"  He holds a single
> earring in his palm.
>
> [OOC: Mel, help!  I forgot the description and I can't seem to find the
> right email message!]
>
[OOC - oh, I think the owner will recognise it]

Anton Barowenski gave a short exclamation.

"Where did you find this?"






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Message: 1
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 23:27:08 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: [MaC] Revelations?


>> Esme gave a little wail.
>>
>> "He ... he's left alone his money to ... to political causes!  Our
>> children - he disinherited them because ... because they support the war
>> against Herr Hitler."
>
> "You got children?" Marjorie said with surprise.  "So... one of them
> could have done it, too."
>
> Then her gaze turned hard on Esme.  "But I think you did want
> Miss Diamond dead.  Especially since you weren't married to
> Fitzroy.  It would'a been easy for him to turn you and and
> take her in, especially if she was pregnant by Fitzroy.  After
> all wasn't it your sister who bodged the operation on Miss
> Diamond?  Maybe it was deliberate."
>

Esme looked at her in horror.  "But ... but ... it wasn't Marty's!"


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

Message: 2
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 18:30:14 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

>
> >> Esme gave a little wail.
> >>
> >> "He ... he's left alone his money to ... to political causes!  Our
> >> children - he disinherited them because ... because they support the
> >> war
> >> against Herr Hitler."
> >
> > "You got children?" Marjorie said with surprise.  "So... one of them
> > could have done it, too."
> >
> > Then her gaze turned hard on Esme.  "But I think you did want
> > Miss Diamond dead.  Especially since you weren't married to
> > Fitzroy.  It would'a been easy for him to turn you and and
> > take her in, especially if she was pregnant by Fitzroy.  After
> > all wasn't it your sister who bodged the operation on Miss
> > Diamond?  Maybe it was deliberate."
>
> Esme looked at her in horror.  "But ... but ... it wasn't Marty's!"

"Do you know whose it was, then?" asked Marion, who after
collecting and marking the teacups had been sitting and listening
to the conversations.  Her tone was conversational, unemphatic --
her interviewer's voice.


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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

Message: 3
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 23:35:05 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>> > Then her gaze turned hard on Esme.  "But I think you did want
>> > Miss Diamond dead.  Especially since you weren't married to
>> > Fitzroy.  It would'a been easy for him to turn you and and
>> > take her in, especially if she was pregnant by Fitzroy.  After
>> > all wasn't it your sister who bodged the operation on Miss
>> > Diamond?  Maybe it was deliberate."
>>
>> Esme looked at her in horror.  "But ... but ... it wasn't Marty's!"
>
> "Do you know whose it was, then?" asked Marion, who after
> collecting and marking the teacups had been sitting and listening
> to the conversations.  Her tone was conversational, unemphatic --
> her interviewer's voice.
>


Esme shook her head.  "She didn't tell me," she said.  "All I knew ... it
was an officer of some kind.  And Marty told her ... she had to get rid of
it, or her career was finished."





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

Message: 4
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 18:37:21 -0500
From: Tara Kunkel <faespinner@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

>>>Esme gave a little wail.
>>>
>>>"He ... he's left alone his money to ... to political causes!  Our
>>>children - he disinherited them because ... because they support the war
>>>against Herr Hitler."

Braham stopped in his tracks as he overheard this comment and gave a little
snort. Perhaps it was a fascist thing he wondered vaguely; disowning
children rather then simply disagreeing. He found himself liking the man
even less. So much less he scarcely cared that he was dying.

>>"You got children?" Marjorie said with surprise.  "So... one of them
>>could have done it, too."
>>
>>Then her gaze turned hard on Esme.  "But I think you did want
>>Miss Diamond dead.  Especially since you weren't married to
>>Fitzroy.  It would'a been easy for him to turn you and and
>>take her in, especially if she was pregnant by Fitzroy.  After
>>all wasn't it your sister who bodged the operation on Miss
>>Diamond?  Maybe it was deliberate."
>
>Esme looked at her in horror.  "But ... but ... it wasn't Marty's!"

"Then whose was it?" Braham asked as he came up behind her. He doubted she
knew but figured at this point there was little harm in asking. Beyond that
he was growing tired of being patient.





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

Message: 5
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 18:40:48 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

>
> >> > Then her gaze turned hard on Esme.  "But I think you did want
> >> > Miss Diamond dead.  Especially since you weren't married to
> >> > Fitzroy.  It would'a been easy for him to turn you and and
> >> > take her in, especially if she was pregnant by Fitzroy.  After
> >> > all wasn't it your sister who bodged the operation on Miss
> >> > Diamond?  Maybe it was deliberate."
> >>
> >> Esme looked at her in horror.  "But ... but ... it wasn't Marty's!"
> >
> > "Do you know whose it was, then?" asked Marion, who after
> > collecting and marking the teacups had been sitting and listening
> > to the conversations.  Her tone was conversational, unemphatic --
> > her interviewer's voice.
>
> Esme shook her head.  "She didn't tell me," she said.  "All I knew ... it
> was an officer of some kind.  And Marty told her ... she had to get rid of
> it, or her career was finished."

"There are quite a lot of officers about, these days," said
Marion, deliberately refraining from looking at anyone in the
room.  "Did she say anything else about him?"


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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

Message: 6
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 15:44:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Jade <jadethe2nd@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>> > Then her gaze turned hard on Esme.  "But I think
you did want
>> > Miss Diamond dead.  Especially since you weren't
married to
>> > Fitzroy.  It would'a been easy for him to turn
you and and
>> > take her in, especially if she was pregnant by
Fitzroy.  After
>> > all wasn't it your sister who bodged the
operation on Miss
>> > Diamond?  Maybe it was deliberate."
>>
>> Esme looked at her in horror.  "But ... but ... it
wasn't Marty's!"
>
> "Do you know whose it was, then?" asked Marion, who
after
> collecting and marking the teacups had been sitting
and listening
> to the conversations.  Her tone was conversational,
unemphatic --
> her interviewer's voice.
>

Esme shook her head.  "She didn't tell me," she said.
"All I knew ... it was an officer of some kind.  And
Marty told her ... she had to get rid of it, or her
career was finished."

Tabitha glared at Marty's face, though she knew he
couldn't possibly see her. "That's horrible," she
said. "Though I can't say I'm surprised. But... we do
have several officers here." She looked around
nervously. "Could it have been one of them? And if he
thought Mr Fitzroy knew who he was... that could be a
motive for both Nola's murder and your husband's -- as
of now -- attempted murder."




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

Message: 7
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 23:56:46 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?

> Esme shook her head.  "She didn't tell me," she said.
> "All I knew ... it was an officer of some kind.  And
> Marty told her ... she had to get rid of it, or her
> career was finished."
>
> Tabitha glared at Marty's face, though she knew he
> couldn't possibly see her. "That's horrible," she
> said. "Though I can't say I'm surprised. But... we do
> have several officers here." She looked around
> nervously. "Could it have been one of them? And if he
> thought Mr Fitzroy knew who he was... that could be a
> motive for both Nola's murder and your husband's -- as
> of now -- attempted murder."
>

"I don't know," admitted Esme.  "I don't ... think so.  She thought ... if
she told Marty ... he might do something.  She didn't even tell him that he
was an officer.  And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty got it out
of me."



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

Message: 8
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 19:12:10 -0500
From: Knave of Amber <kris.kunkel@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


> > Esme shook her head.  "She didn't tell me," she said.
> > "All I knew ... it was an officer of some kind.  And
> > Marty told her ... she had to get rid of it, or her
> > career was finished."
> >
> > Tabitha glared at Marty's face, though she knew he
> > couldn't possibly see her. "That's horrible," she
> > said. "Though I can't say I'm surprised. But... we do
> > have several officers here." She looked around
> > nervously. "Could it have been one of them? And if he
> > thought Mr Fitzroy knew who he was... that could be a
> > motive for both Nola's murder and your husband's -- as
> > of now -- attempted murder."
> >
>
> "I don't know," admitted Esme.  "I don't ... think so.  She thought ... if
> she told Marty ... he might do something.  She didn't even tell him that
> he
> was an officer.  And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty got it
> out
> of me."

"So, this officer would have reason to kill her, to keep his name
clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi
and the man who facilitated the murder of his child."

"Convenient."

"So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that
leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course.
Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers."



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

Message: 9
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 19:20:19 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] JOINT POST: Everyone has secrets


OOC: Very, very nice!





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

Message: 10
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 00:36:09 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>> > Tabitha glared at Marty's face, though she knew he
>> > couldn't possibly see her. "That's horrible," she
>> > said. "Though I can't say I'm surprised. But... we do
>> > have several officers here." She looked around
>> > nervously. "Could it have been one of them? And if he
>> > thought Mr Fitzroy knew who he was... that could be a
>> > motive for both Nola's murder and your husband's -- as
>> > of now -- attempted murder."
>> >
>> "I don't know," admitted Esme.  "I don't ... think so.  She thought ...
>> if
>> she told Marty ... he might do something.  She didn't even tell him that
>> he
>> was an officer.  And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty got it
>> out
>> of me."
>
> "So, this officer would have reason to kill her, to keep his name
> clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi
> and the man who facilitated the murder of his child."
>
> "Convenient."
>
> "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that
> leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course.
> Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers."
>

"Indeed," said Oswald gravely.  "Although I can't aspire to your track
record, old boy.

"It may not be a British serviceman, remember.  I wonder if any of the
civilians here have seen service with other forces.

"And we shouldn't forget - the father of Nola's baby may very well not be
the one who killed - although he would, perhaps, have a powerful motive for
attempting to kill Fitzroy."




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

Message: 11
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 16:39:22 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Revelations?


>>>
>>
>>"I don't know," admitted Esme.  "I don't ... think so.  She thought ... if
>>she told Marty ... he might do something.  She didn't even tell him that
>>he
>>was an officer.  And she wouldn't tell me any more in case Marty got it
>>out
>>of me."
>
>
> "So, this officer would have reason to kill her, to keep his name
> clear," Michael commented. "And reason to want Fitzroy dead, as a Nazi
> and the man who facilitated the murder of his child."
>
> "Convenient."
>
> "So, an officer here?" Michael shakes his head. "Who all does that
> leave?" He ticks off the suspects on his fingers. "Myself, of course.
> Phillip, Warren. I suppose for completeness, you Skeffers."
>

"But why would Miss Diamond even tell you she was sleepin' with an
officer?" Marjorie asked Esme.  "I thought you just said she asked
you for the card for a friend?"






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Message: 1
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 13:00:41 -0600
From: Jvstin <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] You may be wondering why ...

> >
> >>Now most people were gathered in the longe of the Beamans' flat.
> >>
> >>Several people were talking quietly, while Pamela and Tabitha were
> >>tending
> >>the comatose Marty Fitzroy (although both could listen to and join in
> >>ith
> >>discussion with the room).  The teacups had been carefully moved to
> >>one side
> >>for later inspection by the police, and people were left to eye one
> >>another
> >>speculatively, to ask questions and, it might be, to make
> >>accustaions.
> >
> >
> > Cyril returned with towels, which he placed on the carpet under
> > Fitzroy's head, and a blanket.  He handed the blanket to the ladies to
> > arrange as they saw fit.  He then moved back to the edge of the crowd
> > with Florence and spoke with her softly.  His words could not be heard,
> > but those around him noted his tone was soothing.
> >
>
> Marjorie returned to the Beaman's lounge behind Philip, and sat
> herself down in a chair near the stairs.
>
> "Look..." she started, "Miss Diamond was killed, and I've heard
> some stuff but nothin' that tells us who might have killed her.
> She was pregnant, and she got an abortion and she was sick from
> it.  At least that's what Lady Pamela and Lucinda said.  And now
> people have those tea cups over there put aside like they're
> dangerous or something...  Would someone please explain what's
> going on?" she asked plaintively.
>
"Murder and attempted murder." James speculated, looking at Marjorie.
He was standing in the lounge, too uncomfortable to sit down in the
midst of the swirl of events.  "Two unlikely choices as well, either
two different murderers, as given the different methods used on Miss
Diamond and Mr. Fitzroy."  he said.  "Or worse, a true sociopath who
is willing to kill by any method necessary."

"What, if anything, the two of them might draw a common enemy, is the
question."  James carefully did not look at anyone in the room as he
said this. "The most logical connexion is the most unlikely one."  His
gaze fell, briefly, on Esme.



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

Message: 2
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 13:00:41 -0600
From: Jvstin <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] You may be wondering why ...

> >
> >>Now most people were gathered in the longe of the Beamans' flat.
> >>
> >>Several people were talking quietly, while Pamela and Tabitha were
> >>tending
> >>the comatose Marty Fitzroy (although both could listen to and join in
> >>ith
> >>discussion with the room).  The teacups had been carefully moved to
> >>one side
> >>for later inspection by the police, and people were left to eye one
> >>another
> >>speculatively, to ask questions and, it might be, to make
> >>accustaions.
> >
> >
> > Cyril returned with towels, which he placed on the carpet under
> > Fitzroy's head, and a blanket.  He handed the blanket to the ladies to
> > arrange as they saw fit.  He then moved back to the edge of the crowd
> > with Florence and spoke with her softly.  His words could not be heard,
> > but those around him noted his tone was soothing.
> >
>
> Marjorie returned to the Beaman's lounge behind Philip, and sat
> herself down in a chair near the stairs.
>
> "Look..." she started, "Miss Diamond was killed, and I've heard
> some stuff but nothin' that tells us who might have killed her.
> She was pregnant, and she got an abortion and she was sick from
> it.  At least that's what Lady Pamela and Lucinda said.  And now
> people have those tea cups over there put aside like they're
> dangerous or something...  Would someone please explain what's
> going on?" she asked plaintively.
>
"Murder and attempted murder." James speculated, looking at Marjorie.
He was standing in the lounge, too uncomfortable to sit down in the
midst of the swirl of events.  "Two unlikely choices as well, either
two different murderers, as given the different methods used on Miss
Diamond and Mr. Fitzroy."  he said.  "Or worse, a true sociopath who
is willing to kill by any method necessary."

"What, if anything, the two of them might draw a common enemy, is the
question."  James carefully did not look at anyone in the room as he
said this. "The most logical connexion is the most unlikely one."  His
gaze fell, briefly, on Esme.



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

Message: 3
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 20:12:18 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


> Cyril winced at the thought of Fitzroy ruining his carpet.  The dying
> part did not bother him so much, since it was Fitzroy.  "I'll get some
> towels or blankets," he offered and moved off to the bedroom.
>> >>
>> >> Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts
>> >> at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this
>> >> business, do they?" he asked Oswald.
>> >
>> > Marion looked over at Oswald, with a kind of grim amusement, to
>> > see his reaction to this query.
>> >
>>
>> Oswald winced.  "You'd be surprised," he said.
>
> "Mrs. Fitzroy." Richard stepped forward, and looked at the almost widow
> gently. He kneeled before her. "Is there anything you know about your
> husband's other... entaglements? Saying something might clear up who is
> behind this, as well as help you."
>

Esme looked at him ... and then dissolved in tears.  "That's just it!" she
said.  "I'm not Mrs Fitzroy!  Marty ... he's never married me!  But as for
bigamy ... "  She gave a shudder.  "He wouldn't do a thing like that!"



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

Message: 4
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 15:17:56 -0500
From: Mrfury28@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] You may be wondering why ...


Hodges speculated aloud, "Wouldn't the first Mrs. Fitzroy, if there is one -
pardon me Mrs. Fitzroy!", aside to Esme, "- then inherit all Fitzroy's
money?"



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

Message: 5
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 20:19:12 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] You may be wondering why ...


>> "Look..." she started, "Miss Diamond was killed, and I've heard
>> some stuff but nothin' that tells us who might have killed her.
>> She was pregnant, and she got an abortion and she was sick from
>> it.  At least that's what Lady Pamela and Lucinda said.  And now
>> people have those tea cups over there put aside like they're
>> dangerous or something...  Would someone please explain what's
>> going on?" she asked plaintively.
>>
> "Murder and attempted murder." James speculated, looking at Marjorie.
> He was standing in the lounge, too uncomfortable to sit down in the
> midst of the swirl of events.  "Two unlikely choices as well, either
> two different murderers, as given the different methods used on Miss
> Diamond and Mr. Fitzroy."  he said.  "Or worse, a true sociopath who
> is willing to kill by any method necessary."
>
> "What, if anything, the two of them might draw a common enemy, is the
> question."  James carefully did not look at anyone in the room as he
> said this. "The most logical connexion is the most unlikely one."  His
> gaze fell, briefly, on Esme.
>

"I just gave her the address!" wailed Esme.  "She said she wanted it for a
friend!  I didn't know .... "



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Message: 6
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 20:25:01 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] You may be wondering why ...


>> Cyril returned with towels, which he placed on the carpet under
>> Fitzroy's head, and a blanket.  He handed the blanket to the ladies to
>> arrange as they saw fit.  He then moved back to the edge of the crowd
>> with Florence and spoke with her softly.  His words could not be heard,
>> but those around him noted his tone was soothing.
>>
>
> Marjorie returned to the Beaman's lounge behind Philip, and sat
> herself down in a chair near the stairs.
>
> "Look..." she started, "Miss Diamond was killed, and I've heard
> some stuff but nothin' that tells us who might have killed her.
> She was pregnant, and she got an abortion and she was sick from
> it.  At least that's what Lady Pamela and Lucinda said.  And now
> people have those tea cups over there put aside like they're
> dangerous or something...  Would someone please explain what's
> going on?" she asked plaintively.
>

"Mr Fitzroy was, we believe, poisoned with arsenic," said Oswald heavily.
"It was put into his cup and his alone.  We want to establish who did it ...
and why.  Perhaps if we know why ... we will also know who."



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Message: 7
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 20:32:03 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] You may be wondering why ...


> Hodges speculated aloud, "Wouldn't the first Mrs. Fitzroy, if there is
> one - pardon me Mrs. Fitzroy!", aside to Esme, "- then inherit all
> Fitzroy's money?"


Esme gave a little wail.

"He ... he's left alone his money to ... to political causes!  Our
children - he disinherited them because ... because they support the war
against Herr Hitler."




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Message: 8
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 13:59:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] You may be wondering why ...


> >> Cyril returned with towels, which he placed on the carpet under
> >> Fitzroy's head, and a blanket.  He handed the blanket to the
> ladies to
> >> arrange as they saw fit.  He then moved back to the edge of the
> crowd
> >> with Florence and spoke with her softly.  His words could not be
> heard,
> >> but those around him noted his tone was soothing.
> >>
> >
> > Marjorie returned to the Beaman's lounge behind Philip, and sat
> > herself down in a chair near the stairs.
> >
> > "Look..." she started, "Miss Diamond was killed, and I've heard
> > some stuff but nothin' that tells us who might have killed her.
> > She was pregnant, and she got an abortion and she was sick from
> > it.  At least that's what Lady Pamela and Lucinda said.  And now
> > people have those tea cups over there put aside like they're
> > dangerous or something...  Would someone please explain what's
> > going on?" she asked plaintively.
> >
>
> "Mr Fitzroy was, we believe, poisoned with arsenic," said Oswald
> heavily.
> "It was put into his cup and his alone.  We want to establish who did
> it ...
> and why.  Perhaps if we know why ... we will also know who."


From his spot at the rear of the crowd, Cyril watched Miss Mauberly
closely throughout the discussion.  Briefly, he turned away and pulled
a small metallic object from his pocket.  After glancing at it quickly,
he replaced it and returned his gaze to Marion.




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Message: 9
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 14:30:57 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] You may be wondering why ...

>
>
> Esme gave a little wail.
>
> "He ... he's left alone his money to ... to political causes!  Our
> children - he disinherited them because ... because they support the war
> against Herr Hitler."

"You got children?" Marjorie said with surprise.  "So... one of them
could have done it, too."

Then her gaze turned hard on Esme.  "But I think you did want
Miss Diamond dead.  Especially since you weren't married to
Fitzroy.  It would'a been easy for him to turn you and and
take her in, especially if she was pregnant by Fitzroy.  After
all wasn't it your sister who bodged the operation on Miss
Diamond?  Maybe it was deliberate."



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Message: 10
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 18:06:20 -0500
From: Tara Kunkel <faespinner@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James


>James Drake was, although Lucinda, Braham and Florence continued outside
>to see if they could alert an ambulance.  Thanks to Mr Hodges earlier
>administrations (with the aid of Michael and Cyril), they were able to
>contonue into the Beamans' flat.

As he exited, Braham played the coming conversation out in his head. The
first report of difficulties did not go well. He doubted the second would
be better. All the same he was now glad he tried to make peace earlier
rather then stomping off.

"Excuse me," he called as he opened the door to the street. He hoped to get
the attention of one of the nearby wardens. "It's an emergency. We are in
desperate need of an ambulance." He stood his ground as he awaited a
response.



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Message: 11
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 23:20:48 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: [MaC] Return to the top floor


>>James Drake was, although Lucinda, Braham and Florence continued outside
>>to see if they could alert an ambulance.  Thanks to Mr Hodges earlier
>>administrations (with the aid of Michael and Cyril), they were able to
>>contonue into the Beamans' flat.
>
> As he exited, Braham played the coming conversation out in his head. The
> first report of difficulties did not go well. He doubted the second would
> be better. All the same he was now glad he tried to make peace earlier
> rather then stomping off.
>
> "Excuse me," he called as he opened the door to the street. He hoped to
> get the attention of one of the nearby wardens. "It's an emergency. We are
> in desperate need of an ambulance." He stood his ground as he awaited a
> response.

Either than had been a change of shift, or dealing with the living was given
a higher priority than dealing with he dead.  At all events, an ambulance
was promised ... as soon it could be brought with relative safety (and now
they were estimating that the UXB would be dealt with within the next two
hours.

For the moment, the inhabitants of the flats were to stay where they were.

With this reassuring news, Florence, Braham and Lucinda were able to make
their way back to the Beamans' flat, pausing en route at the
Skeffington-Nottle's flat to collect a large grey holdall which Licinda
explained was the murder kit that she and Oswald had used in what she termed
their 'civilian days'.

Then they went up to the top floor, where, once they explained what had been
arranged, Cyril drew Florence in to a private conversation, while Lucinda
left the bag to one side, with a significant look at her husband.


(OOC - that brings everyone together, although some people - Vangie and
Philip, Arabella and Pamela, perhaps others - have moved aside for private
conversations)





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    6. Re: You may be wondering why ... (Brenda McCartney)
    7. Re: Everything Stops for Tea (Katie Fulton)
    8. JOINT POST: Everyone has secrets (Dorothea Salo)
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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 21:43:29 -0500
From: "Nowsounds" <nowsounds@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James


>
> "Our hand has been forced, it would seem." James said, agreeing with
> Arabella and giving a nod to her, Lucinda and Florence.  He turned to
> Braham.  "I suppose the matter of which I wanted to discuss with you will
> have to wait; we have far bigger problems to worry about."

Arabella walked briskly to the lift, assuming the others would be right
behind her...





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Message: 2
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 09:02:16 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James


>> "Our hand has been forced, it would seem." James said, agreeing with
>> Arabella and giving a nod to her, Lucinda and Florence.  He turned to
>> Braham.  "I suppose the matter of which I wanted to discuss with you will
>> have to wait; we have far bigger problems to worry about."
>
> Arabella walked briskly to the lift, assuming the others would be right
> behind her...

(OOC - Tara's ill, so I'm moving Braham for the moment.)

James Drake was, although Lucinda, Braham and Florence continued outside to
see if they could alert an ambulance.  Thanks to Mr Hodges earlier
administrations (with the aid of Michael and Cyril), they were able to
contonue into the Beamans' flat.


(OOC - The others will follow when Tara is well)





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Message: 3
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 05:10:43 -0600
From: "Jvstin(Mindspring)" <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James


on 1/5/2005 3:02 AM Mel Mason said the following:
>>> "Our hand has been forced, it would seem." James said, agreeing with
>>> Arabella and giving a nod to her, Lucinda and Florence.  He turned to
>>> Braham.  "I suppose the matter of which I wanted to discuss with you
>>> will have to wait; we have far bigger problems to worry about."
>>
>>
>> Arabella walked briskly to the lift, assuming the others would be
>> right behind her...
>
>
> (OOC - Tara's ill, so I'm moving Braham for the moment.)
>
> James Drake was, although Lucinda, Braham and Florence continued outside
> to see if they could alert an ambulance.  Thanks to Mr Hodges earlier
> administrations (with the aid of Michael and Cyril), they were able to
> contonue into the Beamans' flat.
>
>
> (OOC - The others will follow when Tara is well)
>
\(OOC: Thanks, Mel. I'm ill but I'm still here :) )



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Message: 4
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 06:17:01 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom


> "What a mess..." Marjorie said under her breath.  "You find
> anything?" she asked Philip as she looked at the bathtub.

"Nothing that says 'poison' in big block letters, if that's what you mean,"
Philip replied. "Great-Aunt Evangeline will probably want one of these,
though, with everything that's been going on." He took a bottle from the
cabinet, and after a last look through the cabinet for something more
incriminating, headed back out into the lounge. He moved over to where
Evangeline was sitting and murmured something quietly into her ear, where
Esme (and anyone else seated nearby) would not hear.





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Message: 5
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 15:57:22 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: [MaC] You may be wondering why ...


Now most people were gathered in the longe of the Beamans' flat.

Several people were talking quietly, while Pamela and Tabitha were tending
the comatose Marty Fitzroy (although both could listen to and join in ith
discussion with the room).  The teacups had been carefully moved to one side
for later inspection by the police, and people were left to eye one another
speculatively, to ask questions and, it might be, to make accustaions.





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Message: 6
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 08:13:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] You may be wondering why ...


> Now most people were gathered in the longe of the Beamans' flat.
>
> Several people were talking quietly, while Pamela and Tabitha were
> tending
> the comatose Marty Fitzroy (although both could listen to and join in
> ith
> discussion with the room).  The teacups had been carefully moved to
> one side
> for later inspection by the police, and people were left to eye one
> another
> speculatively, to ask questions and, it might be, to make
> accustaions.

Cyril returned with towels, which he placed on the carpet under
Fitzroy's head, and a blanket.  He handed the blanket to the ladies to
arrange as they saw fit.  He then moved back to the edge of the crowd
with Florence and spoke with her softly.  His words could not be heard,
but those around him noted his tone was soothing.



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

Message: 7
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 11:30:41 -0500
From: "Katie Fulton" <kcunningham40@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


Cyril winced at the thought of Fitzroy ruining his carpet.  The dying
part did not bother him so much, since it was Fitzroy.  "I'll get some
towels or blankets," he offered and moved off to the bedroom.
> >>
> >> Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts
> >> at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this
> >> business, do they?" he asked Oswald.
> >
> > Marion looked over at Oswald, with a kind of grim amusement, to
> > see his reaction to this query.
> >
>
> Oswald winced.  "You'd be surprised," he said.

"Mrs. Fitzroy." Richard stepped forward, and looked at the almost widow
gently. He kneeled before her. "Is there anything you know about your
husband's other... entaglements? Saying something might clear up who is
behind this, as well as help you."




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Message: 8
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 11:44:48 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: [MaC] JOINT POST: Everyone has secrets


[ with the able participation of MC... ]

Arabella got off the lift with James and went right to the Beamans'
flat. A weary-looking, rather dishevelled Pamela looked up from taking
Marty Fitzroy's pulse for the severalth time. "Mum! Where were you? We
were worried."

"I was with Mrs. Fitzroy, and some others, in Mrs. Evans' flat, and
then I went to check on Flash... only I never quite got there.... What
on earth is going on?"

"Oh." Pamela pitched her voice for all the new arrivals. "Someone put
arsenic in Mr. Fitzroy's tea. We're just hoping we can keep him alive
until... Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle and a few others went to get an
ambulance." It was a measure of how terrible and strange this Christmas
Eve had been that Pamela could deliver such news in an entirely level,
uninflected voice.

Arabella shook her head. "First Miss Diamond, now this. I suppose this
means Mr. Fitzroy probably didn't kill Miss Diamond... although it could
have been a revenge killing... or we might even have two independent
murderers... that seems a bit excessive, though, doesn't it?" Pamela
shrugged, her eyes going back to her work, too tired and distressed to
speculate. "Darling, you should sit down, have a cup... well, a spot of
brandy."

"No, Mum, no liquor... not tonight. Thanks, though."

"You've been quite splendid, darling, throughout this entire dreadful
evening. I'm so proud of you..."

"Mum!" Pamela protested, embarrassed. But she did not resist Arabella's
hands on her shoulders guiding her to a chair near the kitchen.

"Now... I imagine you have no taste whatsoever for tea... and you said
no to brandy..." She opened the refrigerator and took out the milk
bottle, sniffing its contents discreetly before pouring a little in a
pan and adding a few spoonsful of malt. "This should serve..."

"Well... I'll try, but... not too much at first, I think." Pamela's
face twisted involuntarily; she had only caught a glimpse of the loo,
but she'd seen quite enough of Marty Fitzroy to turn her stomach.

"And here we thought we were going to have a relatively quiet
Christmas, compared to those at the front..." She stirred the pan. "Have
you seen the Group Captain?"

"He was looking for you. He asked me where you were, scared me half to
death... why?"

"Oh, I wanted to ask him about something... why would it scare you to
have someone ask where I was?"

"Look what happened when Miss Diamond disappeared for a few minutes,"
Pamela answered. "Mum, someone here is *killing people*!"

"Well no one is going to kill me. I mean... why should they? I'm really
rather a dull woman. Happily, your father never cared about that."

Pamela blinked. "Dull? *You*, Mum? Well, I --" A thought surfaced, in
the weirdly slow way her mind had been working ever since they heard
about Miss Diamond. "Mum? Does the Group Captain think you're dull?"

Arabella looked up from the pan. "Now why would you ask that,
particularly?"

"No reason," Pamela answered, straightening in her chair. "Except that
he's around a lot, he just happened to be there to escort us up this
evening, and he *did* ask about you. Mum, is there something you're not
telling me?"

"Well," she said, "everyone has secrets, Pamela." Then, in a less brisk
tone -- almost demure -- she said, "We are 'keeping company'. He's a
lovely man, so well-travelled and interesting. He tells wonderful
stories and... he's just, quite simply, a very kind and gracious person."

"Oh." Then, quite unexpectedly, Pamela smiled a smile that lit up her
sallow, tired face until it was almost beautiful. "Mum, that's the first
nice thing I've heard all evening. Really."

"I didn't want to tell you -- or Edmund for that matter -- because I
didn't know where it would go, or how you would feel about it..." She
smiled as she poured the warm milk into a mug. "I should have trusted
your heart better than I did."

"Well, you needn't trouble Eddie if you don't want to; I certainly
won't tell him unless you say it's all right. But *I* think it's lovely."

"Thank you, dear... Now, drink that up." She smiled again. "I really
didn't think I would be lucky twice. Your father was a remarkable man
and... I wasn't looking to press my luck."

Pamela did as she was told, surprised to find that the milk stayed
down. "Mum?" she said timidly, wiping her mouth on a napkin. "Can I talk
to you... tomorrow, maybe?"

"Darling, you can talk to me anytime. Right now, if you like." She sat
down with her.

"Well..." Pamela looked over the full lounge, but no one was paying
them especial attention. "All right, then; might as well get everything
unpleasant over with. Do you remember Eddie's friend, Chad Allenby? Came
to visit us on leave last summer?"

"Yes, of course. Very pleasant and charming."

"He... before he left he asked me to marry him."

"Pamela... darling..."

"I know, Mum, I know! But I..."

"Go on," she said softly, reaching for her daughter's hand. Whatever
this was, it wasn't as simple as a proposal.

"Well, I was so surprised -- I didn't lead him on, Mum, I *swear* I
didn't. He was so serious, and I *didn't* want to disappoint, so I -- I
said yes, Mum. I shouldn't have, but I did, and..." Her voice trailed
off to a whisper. "I wish I hadn't, but it's too late now."

"I know you didn't 'lead him on;' you're incapable of that sort of
behavior. As for saying yes..." It occurred to her that if his
intentions had been completely honourable, he would have spoken to
Edmund, who would most certainly have told her. "What happened, Pamela?"

"I -- I was a little desperate, I think, Mum. I made him promise he
wouldn't tell anyone until after the war. Because, really, I thought it
was just a silly fancy, and he'd write to me directly saying he'd
changed his mind."

That was Pamela's insecurity speaking, and many the night had Arabella
fretted over it. One needn't be a great beauty to succeed in life, she
was herself proof of that. "But he didn't...?"

"No. I mean to say -- he's written, but not to say that." Even in the
dim light, Arabella could see her daughter's cheeks reddening.

"Darling, what is it?" she asked, her heart aching for her daughter.

"Oh, nothing, Mum. Just -- I thought this was only a scrape, and I'd
get out of it and you'd never have to be the wiser, but..." Pamela
sighed. "It doesn't look that way, I must say. If he comes back -- I'm
ready to keep my word. That's all."

"Pamela, if your word was given under the wrong circumstances... if you
didn't have all the information you needed to make a proper decision...
if there has been some sort of terrible change... darling, tell me.
Perhaps... I can help."

"No, nothing like that. That would... get me out of it, you see. As it
is... I'm stuck, I suppose -- but really, Mum, no worse than that. And
he's not a bad chap. You said so yourself."

"Pamela... there's something you're not telling me. And I really wish
you would."

Pamela drew back, shocked. "That's all, Mum! That's everything. I --
Mum! You didn't think I -- got myself into Miss Diamond's difficulty --
Mum, *really*!"

"No, no, of course not." She sighed. "Poor Miss Diamond. I know she
wasn't always kind, but... she didn't deserve to be used and destroyed
like that..."

"No. No, she didn't. Horrible." Pamela drank the rest of her milk and
leaned over to put the cup in the sink. "Well, I'm glad you know, Mum.
It isn't exactly how I'd envisioned telling you I'd got engaged, though."

"You never know, dear. If there isn't something... objectionable, if
what he wrote to you didn't render him beyond consideration... people
grow to love each other, if they're well-suited."

"Thanks, Mum. I hope so. And thanks for taking it so well; I daresay
it's not what you'd hoped. I'd hug you, but I'm such a mess from all
this work..."

"I don't mind," she said with a smile and hugged her daughter. "When he
comes home... I shall want to speak with him. And then... whatever I can
do to help you, you know that I shall."

"Thanks, Mum," Pamela said again, kissing her mother's cheek. "We'll
muddle through somehow. I'll write him to say I told you, then. I really
ought to go spell Tabitha; do you mind?"

"Not at all, dear."

Pamela hugged her mother tightly, ran her hands over her unruly hair,
and walked back toward the prone patient. Arabella continued to sit at
the little kitchen table, musing on the strange turns this Christmas had
taken...



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Message: 9
Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 10:49:12 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] You may be wondering why ...

>
>>Now most people were gathered in the longe of the Beamans' flat.
>>
>>Several people were talking quietly, while Pamela and Tabitha were
>>tending
>>the comatose Marty Fitzroy (although both could listen to and join in
>>ith
>>discussion with the room).  The teacups had been carefully moved to
>>one side
>>for later inspection by the police, and people were left to eye one
>>another
>>speculatively, to ask questions and, it might be, to make
>>accustaions.
>
>
> Cyril returned with towels, which he placed on the carpet under
> Fitzroy's head, and a blanket.  He handed the blanket to the ladies to
> arrange as they saw fit.  He then moved back to the edge of the crowd
> with Florence and spoke with her softly.  His words could not be heard,
> but those around him noted his tone was soothing.
>

Marjorie returned to the Beaman's lounge behind Philip, and sat
herself down in a chair near the stairs.

"Look..." she started, "Miss Diamond was killed, and I've heard
some stuff but nothin' that tells us who might have killed her.
She was pregnant, and she got an abortion and she was sick from
it.  At least that's what Lady Pamela and Lucinda said.  And now
people have those tea cups over there put aside like they're
dangerous or something...  Would someone please explain what's
going on?" she asked plaintively.




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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 21:11:45 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James



>>>> "Certainly," Braham replied his tone curious. "What can I do for you?"
>>>>
>> "It is the matter of the..." James stopped speaking at the first sound of
>> footsteps.
>>>
>>> At this point, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Arabella
>>> came into view.
>>>
>> " Lady Arabella" James said, turning toward the newcomer. "How good of
>> you to join us."
>
> Arabella never corrected anyone about her proper title, and certainly
> would not do so at a time like this, with so many more important things on
> everyone's minds. She smiled at the two men and said, "Not that it
> wouldn't be charming, but I was just going to check on Flash. I'm sure
> that all these comings and goings, and fuss outside -- not to mention in
> the building --  has disconcerted him. Dogs sense things far more than
> people do. Well, some people, don't you think?"
>

As they were standing on the stairs, Lucinda and Florence suddenly appeared.

"It seems Mr Fitzroy has been poisoned," said Lucinda briefly - she saw no
reason to be diuscreet in the company who could hardly be expected to feel
much for the injured man.  "We need to alert an ambulance - and then I'm
getting the crime kit from our flat.  I think you might as well go up to the
Beamans' you know.  There's no-one hiding in the flats, we've found ... and
Mr Fitzroy isn't going to make another run for it now."



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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 04 Jan 2005 17:35:07 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


> > >> "I know that present company isn't the best to know..." He started
> > >> cautiously. "But... what are the legal implications of bigamy?"
> > >
> > > "Bigamy?" Cyril glanced at him inquisitively.
> > >
> >
> > Esme gave a little moan.
> >
> > "It's not much," Richard said, "But I heard a whisper a while back,
> > that
> > Fitzroy was a bigamist." He tried very hard not to look at Esme. "It
> > was a
> > rumor, of course, but I think the person was deadly serious. If it's
> > true...
> > what if wife number two is around, and had a hand in things?"
>
>Cyril shook his head and chuckled ruefully.  "Fascist, bigamist,
>extortionist.  Is there anything he *wasn't*?"

"A good man," Vangie said sharply, taking Esme by the arm and guiding her
to a nearby chair.



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

Message: 3
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 17:33:32 -0500
From: "Nowsounds" <nowsounds@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James

>
> As they were standing on the stairs, Lucinda and Florence suddenly
> appeared.
>
> "It seems Mr Fitzroy has been poisoned," said Lucinda briefly - she saw no
> reason to be diuscreet in the company who could hardly be expected to feel
> much for the injured man.  "We need to alert an ambulance - and then I'm
> getting the crime kit from our flat.  I think you might as well go up to
> the Beamans' you know.  There's no-one hiding in the flats, we've found
> ... and Mr Fitzroy isn't going to make another run for it now."

"I should think not," Arabella said. "This is really becoming... rather
complicated isn't it? First Miss Diamond, now Mr. Fitzroy. One might
think... well, almost anything. A strangling, a poisoning... either we have
a group of people that have attracted a wide array of enemies... or we have
a rather versatile murderer on the premises."  She turned to Braham and
James. "I suppose we really should all go to the Beamans'."


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

Message: 4
Date: Tue, 04 Jan 2005 16:40:21 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


> Cyril shook his head and chuckled ruefully.  "Fascist, bigamist,
> extortionist.  Is there anything he *wasn't*?"

"Dying," Pamela answered shortly. She had been hunting through her
kit-bag for anything that might help -- but it wasn't a field hospital
in miniature, just a jumped-up first-aid kit. She couldn't do anything.

<tag>



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Message: 5
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 15:46:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Jade <jadethe2nd@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


> > Cyril shook his head and chuckled ruefully.
> "Fascist, bigamist,
> > extortionist.  Is there anything he *wasn't*?"
>
> "Dying," Pamela answered shortly. She had been
> hunting through her
> kit-bag for anything that might help -- but it
> wasn't a field hospital
> in miniature, just a jumped-up first-aid kit. She
> couldn't do anything.
>

"Have you got nothing that might help?" Tabitha asked.
She looked at the unconscious Marty and grimaced.
"That isn't good... this isn't really the kind of
thing I can just do a patch job on while we wait for
the ambulance." She looked at the others. "Could
someone help me to roll him onto his side? We can at
least make sure that he doesn't drown in his own
vomit... much as that does sound rather appealing."



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

Message: 6
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 17:49:06 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


> "Have you got nothing that might help?" Tabitha asked.
> She looked at the unconscious Marty and grimaced.
> "That isn't good... this isn't really the kind of
> thing I can just do a patch job on while we wait for
> the ambulance." She looked at the others. "Could
> someone help me to roll him onto his side? We can at
> least make sure that he doesn't drown in his own
> vomit... much as that does sound rather appealing."

Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts
at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this
business, do they?" he asked Oswald.



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

Message: 7
Date: Tue, 04 Jan 2005 18:00:55 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


>>"Have you got nothing that might help?" Tabitha asked.
>>She looked at the unconscious Marty and grimaced.
>>"That isn't good... this isn't really the kind of
>>thing I can just do a patch job on while we wait for
>>the ambulance." She looked at the others. "Could
>>someone help me to roll him onto his side? We can at
>>least make sure that he doesn't drown in his own
>>vomit... much as that does sound rather appealing."
>
>
> Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts
> at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this
> business, do they?" he asked Oswald.

"Smell his breath, that garlic smell," Pamela said woodenly to Tabitha
as she took Marty's knees preparatory to rolling him onto his side. "I
think that's arsenic. There's nothing, nothing at all -- he's already
thrown it all up; that's the only thing I know to do. Liquids, if he can
get them down and keep them there." Her voice cracked. "And if they're
even *safe*."


[ OOC note: The specific for arsenic poisoning is antilewisite, but a
trudge through Google indicates that it hasn't been invented in 1940. If
Marty could wait a couple-three years, the Brits would come up with it
as a counteractive to chemical warfare... ]



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

Message: 8
Date: Tue, 04 Jan 2005 19:05:57 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea

>
> > "Have you got nothing that might help?" Tabitha asked.
> > She looked at the unconscious Marty and grimaced.
> > "That isn't good... this isn't really the kind of
> > thing I can just do a patch job on while we wait for
> > the ambulance." She looked at the others. "Could
> > someone help me to roll him onto his side? We can at
> > least make sure that he doesn't drown in his own
> > vomit... much as that does sound rather appealing."
>
> Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts
> at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this
> business, do they?" he asked Oswald.

Marion looked over at Oswald, with a kind of grim amusement, to
see his reaction to this query.


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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

Message: 9
Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 00:45:49 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


>> > "Have you got nothing that might help?" Tabitha asked.
>> > She looked at the unconscious Marty and grimaced.
>> > "That isn't good... this isn't really the kind of
>> > thing I can just do a patch job on while we wait for
>> > the ambulance." She looked at the others. "Could
>> > someone help me to roll him onto his side? We can at
>> > least make sure that he doesn't drown in his own
>> > vomit... much as that does sound rather appealing."
>>
>> Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts
>> at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this
>> business, do they?" he asked Oswald.
>
> Marion looked over at Oswald, with a kind of grim amusement, to
> see his reaction to this query.
>

Oswald winced.  "You'd be surprised," he said.




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

Message: 10
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 18:04:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


> >> > "Have you got nothing that might help?" Tabitha asked.
> >> > She looked at the unconscious Marty and grimaced.
> >> > "That isn't good... this isn't really the kind of
> >> > thing I can just do a patch job on while we wait for
> >> > the ambulance." She looked at the others. "Could
> >> > someone help me to roll him onto his side? We can at
> >> > least make sure that he doesn't drown in his own
> >> > vomit... much as that does sound rather appealing.

Cyril winced at the thought of Fitzroy ruining his carpet.  The dying
part did not bother him so much, since it was Fitzroy.  "I'll get some
towels or blankets," he offered and moved off to the bedroom.
> >>
> >> Warren looked positively ill. "These multiple attempts
> >> at homicide, they don't happen all that often in this
> >> business, do they?" he asked Oswald.
> >
> > Marion looked over at Oswald, with a kind of grim amusement, to
> > see his reaction to this query.
> >
>
> Oswald winced.  "You'd be surprised," he said.
>

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

Message: 11
Date: Tue, 04 Jan 2005 20:26:55 -0600
From: "Jvstin(Mindspring)" <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Guarding the Exit - Braham and James

>> As they were standing on the stairs, Lucinda and Florence suddenly
>> appeared.
>>
>> "It seems Mr Fitzroy has been poisoned," said Lucinda briefly - she
>> saw no reason to be diuscreet in the company who could hardly be
>> expected to feel much for the injured man.  "We need to alert an
>> ambulance - and then I'm getting the crime kit from our flat.  I think
>> you might as well go up to the Beamans' you know.  There's no-one
>> hiding in the flats, we've found ... and Mr Fitzroy isn't going to
>> make another run for it now."
>
>
> "I should think not," Arabella said. "This is really becoming... rather
> complicated isn't it? First Miss Diamond, now Mr. Fitzroy. One might
> think... well, almost anything. A strangling, a poisoning... either we
> have a group of people that have attracted a wide array of enemies... or
> we have a rather versatile murderer on the premises."  She turned to
> Braham and James. "I suppose we really should all go to the Beamans'."
>

"Our hand has been forced, it would seem." James said, agreeing with
Arabella and giving a nod to her, Lucinda and Florence.  He turned to
Braham.  "I suppose the matter of which I wanted to discuss with you
will have to wait; we have far bigger problems to worry about."




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

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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 04 Jan 2005 12:24:57 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea

>
> Unlike all the others, the sludgy grey sediment was
> apparent.  Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy must
> have slipped it directly into his cup.
>
> "Err..." Richard looked up at the group. "I think we
> have it here. At least, that doesn't look like any tea
> -I've- ever drank."
>
> "Indeed," Nicola said, frowning at the ugly sludge.
> "There's nothing in the teapot or the sugar or the
> milk or any of the other cups. Somebody wanted
> Fitzroy- and only Fitzroy- dead."

"The question is," Marion Mauberley said grimly, "whether it is
the same person who wanted Miss Diamond dead."


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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

Message: 2
Date: Tue, 04 Jan 2005 12:37:25 -0500
From: Mrfury28@...
Subject: RE: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom


Hodges assisted Oswald in lifting Fitzroy from the tub.  "Get the door,
lad."  Hodges nodded at Philip, seeing as how the young man was looking for
a way to help.  Hodges huffed a bit at lifting Fitzroy's bulk, but a body
used to a lifetime of blue collar work was sturdy.  "Up we go..."  Hodges
grunted, then got a look at Fitzroy as the men lay him down.  "He doesn't
look good, does he...?"




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

Message: 3
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 13:18:58 -0500
From: "Pruehs, Ree M." <rpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] Interviewing Esme

>
> > There were footsteps resounding in the stairway. Vangie glanced at
> > Esme, then headed in that direction. "Hallooo?" she called.
> >
> > Florence and Lucinda appeared, hurrying down the stairs.
> >
> > "I'm afraid there's been an ... "  Lucinda began, and then
> hesitated.
> > "An accident," she said.  "Mr Fitzroy.  We're just going to get
> > an ambulance."
> >
> > "My husband?" faltered Esme, clinging to Vangie.
> >
> > "He's ... erm ... eaten something that didn't agree with him," said
> > Florence tactfully.
> >
> > But polite euphemisms went nowhere with Esme.
> >
> > "I didn't poison him!" she declared, clinging tighter to Vangie.
>
> Vangie kept her own amazed thoughts to herself. "No one is
> saying that anyone's been poisoned," she said firmly, patting
> Esme's hand. =Where did I leave my smelling salts...?=
>
> Oh. Back in that damned little clutch bag.
>
> Whereever that was.
>
> Lucinda was looking at them, troubled.  "I think you'd best go back
> upstais," she said.  "Mr and Mrs Beaman's flat."
>
> Esme started up the stairs.  Before Vangie could follow,
> Lucinda caught her
> arm.
>
> "I'm afraid it probably is poison," she said in a low voice.
> "I suspect it
> may be arsenic ... can you stay with her?"

Vangie blinked. Once. Then she said, "Of course," and hastened after
Esme.

They were nearly to the top of the stairs when Vangie suddenly thought,
Oh.

=Oh.=

The bag. Sweetie had been playing with...

..now she remembered.



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

Message: 4
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 13:28:02 -0500
From: "Katie Fulton" <kcunningham40@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


> "Indeed," Nicola said, frowning at the ugly sludge.
> "There's nothing in the teapot or the sugar or the
> milk or any of the other cups. Somebody wanted
> Fitzroy- and only Fitzroy- dead."

"The question is," Marion Mauberley said grimly, "whether it is
the same person who wanted Miss Diamond dead."

"But why?" Richard frowned, staring down at the cup with morbid curiousity.
"Why together, on the same night. I mean--" And then he stopped dead as
something occurred to him.

"I know that present company isn't the best to know..." He started
cautiously. "But... what are the legal implications of bigamy?"




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

Message: 5
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 10:36:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


> > "Indeed," Nicola said, frowning at the ugly sludge.
> > "There's nothing in the teapot or the sugar or the
> > milk or any of the other cups. Somebody wanted
> > Fitzroy- and only Fitzroy- dead."
>
> "The question is," Marion Mauberley said grimly, "whether it is
> the same person who wanted Miss Diamond dead."

Cyril had come back up the stairs as Fitzroy was carried to the couch.
He now stood with Florence at the edge of the crowd, gazing at Marion
intently.  "Indeed," he murmured as he tried to remember where Marion
had been sitting when he entered the room the first time.
>
> "But why?" Richard frowned, staring down at the cup with morbid
> curiousity.
> "Why together, on the same night. I mean--" And then he stopped dead
> as
> something occurred to him.
>
> "I know that present company isn't the best to know..." He started
> cautiously. "But... what are the legal implications of bigamy?"

"Bigamy?" Cyril glanced at him inquisitively.




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

Message: 6
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 18:47:34 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: [MaC] In the Beamans' flat


>> Unlike all the others, the sludgy grey sediment was
>> apparent.  Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy must
>> have slipped it directly into his cup.
>>
>> "Err..." Richard looked up at the group. "I think we
>> have it here. At least, that doesn't look like any tea
>> -I've- ever drank."
>>
>> "Indeed," Nicola said, frowning at the ugly sludge.
>> "There's nothing in the teapot or the sugar or the
>> milk or any of the other cups. Somebody wanted
>> Fitzroy- and only Fitzroy- dead."
>
> "The question is," Marion Mauberley said grimly, "whether it is
> the same person who wanted Miss Diamond dead."
>

There was a couch where the poisoned man could be laid.  Tabuitha (OOC - and
Pamela?) prepared it, even as Oswald and Hodges, assisted by Warren (and
Michael?) carried Marty Fitroy upstairs.

As he was laid down on the sofa, it became apparent that he was in a very
bad way indeed - in a coma, it appeared, and failing rapidly.

Hodges assisted Oswald in lifting Fitzroy from the tub.  "Get the door,
lad."  Hodges nodded at Philip, seeing as how the young man was looking for
a way to help.  Hodges huffed a bit at lifting Fitzroy's bulk, but a body
used to a lifetime of blue collar work was sturdy.  "Up we go..."  Hodges
grunted, then got a look at Fitzroy as the men lay him down.  "He doesn't
look good, does he...?"

"Marty!"  It was a shriek from the doorway where Esme had appeared with
Vangie behind her.  "What happened?"






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

Message: 7
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 19:32:53 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


>> "But why?" Richard frowned, staring down at the cup with morbid
>> curiousity.
>> "Why together, on the same night. I mean--" And then he stopped dead
>> as
>> something occurred to him.
>>
>> "I know that present company isn't the best to know..." He started
>> cautiously. "But... what are the legal implications of bigamy?"
>
> "Bigamy?" Cyril glanced at him inquisitively.
>

Esme gave a little moan.




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

Message: 8
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 11:34:55 -0800
From: <ladyofamber@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom


> Hodges assisted Oswald in lifting Fitzroy from the tub.  "Get the door,
> lad."  Hodges nodded at Philip, seeing as how the young man was looking
> for a way to help.  Hodges huffed a bit at lifting Fitzroy's bulk, but a
> body used to a lifetime of blue collar work was sturdy.  "Up we go..."
> Hodges grunted, then got a look at Fitzroy as the men lay him down.  "He
> doesn't look good, does he...?"

Marjorie in the meantime looked around the bathroom as Oswald instructed.
She
carefully entered the small room, looking closely at the floor, then
around the rest of
the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary.



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

Message: 9
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 14:37:33 -0500
From: "Katie Fulton" <kcunningham40@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea

>> "I know that present company isn't the best to know..." He started
>> cautiously. "But... what are the legal implications of bigamy?"
>
> "Bigamy?" Cyril glanced at him inquisitively.
>

Esme gave a little moan.

"It's not much," Richard said, "But I heard a whisper a while back, that
Fitzroy was a bigamist." He tried very hard not to look at Esme. "It was a
rumor, of course, but I think the person was deadly serious. If it's true...
what if wife number two is around, and had a hand in things?"




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

Message: 10
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 20:09:43 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom


>> Hodges assisted Oswald in lifting Fitzroy from the tub.  "Get the door,
>> lad."  Hodges nodded at Philip, seeing as how the young man was looking
>> for a way to help.  Hodges huffed a bit at lifting Fitzroy's bulk, but a
>> body used to a lifetime of blue collar work was sturdy.  "Up we go..."
>> Hodges grunted, then got a look at Fitzroy as the men lay him down.  "He
>> doesn't look good, does he...?"
>
> Marjorie in the meantime looked around the bathroom as Oswald instructed.
> She
> carefully entered the small room, looking closely at the floor, then
> around the rest of
> the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
>
Philip was going through the medicine cabinet still.

There were the various pills and potions that one would expect to find -
and expensive make up.  There were also some less easily identifiable phials
and pots.




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

Message: 11
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 12:22:43 -0800
From: <ladyofamber@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom


> >
> > Marjorie in the meantime looked around the bathroom as Oswald
> > instructed.
> > She
> > carefully entered the small room, looking closely at the floor, then
> > around the rest of
> > the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
> >
> Philip was going through the medicine cabinet still.
>
> There were the various pills and p[otions that one would expect to find -
> and expensive make up.  There were also some less easily identifiable
> phials
> and pots.

"What a mess..." Marjorie said under her breath.  "You find anything?"
she asked Philip as she looked at the bathtub.



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

Message: 12
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 13:03:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


> >> "I know that present company isn't the best to know..." He started
> >> cautiously. "But... what are the legal implications of bigamy?"
> >
> > "Bigamy?" Cyril glanced at him inquisitively.
> >
>
> Esme gave a little moan.
>
> "It's not much," Richard said, "But I heard a whisper a while back,
> that
> Fitzroy was a bigamist." He tried very hard not to look at Esme. "It
> was a
> rumor, of course, but I think the person was deadly serious. If it's
> true...
> what if wife number two is around, and had a hand in things?"

Cyril shook his head and chuckled ruefully.  "Fascist, bigamist,
extortionist.  Is there anything he *wasn't*?"



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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 06:39:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Jonathan Katalenic <jjkatalenic@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


"Ah...yes.  Of course," Cyril said hesitantly.  It was
obvious it would do more damage to resist their
efforts.  "This way, ladies."  He motioned toward the
kitchen, his other arm protectively around Florence's
waist.

Lucinda followed with Nicola.

In the kitchen, Florence showed them the tea leaves in
the drainer, and the rest of the paraphenalia.  There
was no sign of any residue on the leaves.

"And, if it's what I think it is, it would be hard to
remove," said Lucinda thoughtfully.  "This suggests
that it wasn't the teapot that was poisoned - but the
sugar, the milk, or one of the cups."

"Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?"
Marion Mauberley asked sharply.  "And don't let too
many people handle the pot or cup.  Fingerprints.
Does anyone have the means to test for them?"

Lady Pamela did," said Oswald from his position at the
top of the stairs, still watching the bathroom door.
"And she spilled most of it over her dress - perhaps
fortunately."

"Perhaps we should gather the other cups as well,"
Cyril called back over his shoulder to anyone
remaining in the room.

"I'll do that," said Marion, moving forward.  "And
mark them, as well."  She rummaged in her handbag;
unsurprisingly for a journalist, it contained, among
other things, a small notebook and a pencil.

Marion began scanning the room for teacups.


There were quite a few, but none of them bore any
traces of a suspicious residue.

(OOC - anyone want to check the milk or the sugar?)

"I think we need to alert an ambulance," said Lucinda,
aware of the banging coming from the bathroom.  "I'm
going to go down and collect our fingerprint case -
not that I think we'll find anything, but we ought to
check. And we can go out and see if we can get an
ambulance brought."

"I'll go with you," said Florence, a little shakily.
"I need some fresh air... "

At the shouts from the group downstairs, Cyril called
back, "Coming!" and rushed to assist them.

Nicola headed over to the milk and sugar. 'Good thing
I did decide to wear gloves,' she thought as she
picked up a spoon and started sifting through the
sugar, looking for residue.

Following this, she started gently tilting the milk
container to shift the milk from one side to the other
and look for any residue inside it.



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

Message: 2
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 14:49:59 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


> "I think we need to alert an ambulance," said Lucinda,
> aware of the banging coming from the bathroom.  "I'm
> going to go down and collect our fingerprint case -
> not that I think we'll find anything, but we ought to
> check. And we can go out and see if we can get an
> ambulance brought."
>
> "I'll go with you," said Florence, a little shakily.
> "I need some fresh air... "
>
> At the shouts from the group downstairs, Cyril called
> back, "Coming!" and rushed to assist them.
>
> Nicola headed over to the milk and sugar. 'Good thing
> I did decide to wear gloves,' she thought as she
> picked up a spoon and started sifting through the
> sugar, looking for residue.
>
> Following this, she started gently tilting the milk
> container to shift the milk from one side to the other
> and look for any residue inside it.
>

There was nothing ...

Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy - if that was indeed what had happened -
had specifically targeted only his cup.



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

Message: 3
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 09:17:00 -0600
From: "Schoner, Brian" <Brian.Schoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom


> "We'll get him upstairs onto a couch," said Oswald, who was
> now outside the door with Marjorie (OOC - and anyone else?).
> He indicated for Hodges (OOC - and any other able bodied males
> present) to help him, and then looked at Majorie and Philip.
> "You two ... see if there's anything incriminating in the
> bathroom ... "

Philip nodded and began going through the medicine cabinet.

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Message: 4
Date: Tue, 04 Jan 2005 10:17:03 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy

>
> > "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion Mauberley
> > asked sharply.  "And don't let too many people handle the pot or
> > cup.  Fingerprints.  Does anyone have the means to test for
> > them?"
>
> "We have the kit in our flat," Lucinda said to Marion.  "But it's an
> inexact
> science at best.  Don't worry - I'll use a handkerchief and take care not
> to
> smudge.  And you should do the same."

Marion nodded and rummaged a handkerchief out of her bag as well.


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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

Message: 5
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 09:22:43 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom


> Marjorie in the meantime dashed to the bottom of the stairs.
> "Mr. Oswald!  Mr. Beaman!" she half screamed up.  "It's Fitzroy!
> We can't get in the bathroom and we think he's dyin'!"

Warren made his way down the stairs; it took him some
time, but when he reached the door he hefted his
short, thick cane and pounded the end about where he
thought the latch would be.



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

Message: 6
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 08:15:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Jade <jadethe2nd@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom


> Oswald turned to Cyril, just coming out of the
> kitchen.
>
> "I suggest we bring him up here," he said.  "I'd
> rather not have to split
> our forces any further.  He nodded towards the two
> nurses.  "Clear a couch.
> I'm not sure how much you will be able to do for him
> - but you'd best try."
> He stared at Tabitha for a moment.  "I know you can
> put your personal
> feelings aside," he said.  "No matter how appalling
> the man is, he has to be
> helped."
>
> Then he started down the stairs.

Tabitha sighed, but stood up, blew her nose one final
time and began to do as Oswald had asked.


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

Message: 7
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 11:21:47 -0500
From: "Katie Fulton" <kcunningham40@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


> "I'll go with you," said Florence, a little shakily.
> "I need some fresh air... "
>
> At the shouts from the group downstairs, Cyril called
> back, "Coming!" and rushed to assist them.
>
> Nicola headed over to the milk and sugar. 'Good thing
> I did decide to wear gloves,' she thought as she
> picked up a spoon and started sifting through the
> sugar, looking for residue.
>
> Following this, she started gently tilting the milk
> container to shift the milk from one side to the other
> and look for any residue inside it.
>

There was nothing ...

Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy - if that was indeed what had happened -
had specifically targeted only his cup.

And Richard appeared to be the one with the cups.

He was standing off to the side, the cups neatly lined up on a sideboard,
like soldiers waiting for inspection. He was watching the action with a
vaguely lost look. He glanced down at the cup that Fitzroy had sipped from,
and peered inside.



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

Message: 8
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 17:05:49 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Interviewing Esme

> There were footsteps resounding in the stairway. Vangie
> glanced at Esme, then headed in that direction. "Hallooo?" she called.
>
> Florence and Lucinda appeared, hurrying down the stairs.
>
> "I'm afraid there's been an ... "  Lucinda began, and then
> hesitated.  "An
> accident," she said.  "Mr Fitzroy.  We're just going to get
> an ambulance."
>
> "My husband?" faltered Esme, clinging to Vangie.
>
> "He's ... erm ... eaten something that didn't agree with
> him," said Florence
> tactfully.
>
> But polite euphemisms went nowhere with Esme.
>
> "I didn't poison him!" she declared, clinging tighter to Vangie.

Vangie kept her own amazed thoughts to herself. "No one is saying that
anyone's been poisoned," she said firmly, patting Esme's hand. =Where
did I leave my smelling salts...?=

Oh. Back in that damned little clutch bag.

Whereever that was.

Lucinda was looking at them, troubled.  "I think you'd best go back
upstais," she said.  "Mr and Mrs Beaman's flat."

Esme started up the stairs.  Before Bangie could follow, Lucinda caught her
arm.

"I'm afraid it probably is poison," she said in a low voice.  "I suspect it
may be arsenic ... can you stay with her?"





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

Message: 9
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 17:13:28 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


> There was nothing ...
>
> Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy - if that was indeed what had
> happened -
> had specifically targeted only his cup.
>
> And Richard appeared to be the one with the cups.
>
> He was standing off to the side, the cups neatly lined up on a sideboard,
> like soldiers waiting for inspection. He was watching the action with a
> vaguely lost look. He glanced down at the cup that Fitzroy had sipped
> from,
> and peered inside.
>

Unlike all the others, the sludgy grey sediment was apparent.  Whoever had
poisoned Marty Fitzroy must have slipped it directly into his cup.



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

Message: 10
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 12:17:45 -0500
From: "Katie Fulton" <kcunningham40@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


Unlike all the others, the sludgy grey sediment was apparent.  Whoever had
poisoned Marty Fitzroy must have slipped it directly into his cup.

"Err..." Richard looked up at the group. "I think we have it here. At least,
that doesn't look like any tea -I've- ever drank."




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

Message: 11
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 17:18:52 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom


>> Oswald turned to Cyril, just coming out of the
>> kitchen.
>>
>> "I suggest we bring him up here," he said.  "I'd
>> rather not have to split
>> our forces any further.  He nodded towards the two
>> nurses.  "Clear a couch.
>> I'm not sure how much you will be able to do for him
>> - but you'd best try."
>> He stared at Tabitha for a moment.  "I know you can
>> put your personal
>> feelings aside," he said.  "No matter how appalling
>> the man is, he has to be
>> helped."
>>
>> Then he started down the stairs.
>
> Tabitha sighed, but stood up, blew her nose one final
> time and began to do as Oswald had asked.
>

There was a couch where the poisoned man could be laid.  Tabuitha (OOC - and
Pamela?) prepared it, even as Oswald and Hodges, assisted by Warren (and
Michael?) carried Marty Fitroy upstairs.

As he was laid down on the sofa, it became apparent that he was in a very
bad way indeed - in a coma, it appeared, and failing rapidly.



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

Message: 12
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 09:22:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Jonathan Katalenic <jjkatalenic@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


Unlike all the others, the sludgy grey sediment was
apparent.  Whoever had poisoned Marty Fitzroy must
have slipped it directly into his cup.

"Err..." Richard looked up at the group. "I think we
have it here. At least, that doesn't look like any tea
-I've- ever drank."

"Indeed," Nicola said, frowning at the ugly sludge.
"There's nothing in the teapot or the sugar or the
milk or any of the other cups. Somebody wanted
Fitzroy- and only Fitzroy- dead."



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    1. Re: Interviewing Fitzroy (Mel Mason)
    2. Everything Stops for Tea (Mel Mason)
    3. Breaking into the bathroom (Mel Mason)
    4. Re: Everything Stops for Tea (Brenda McCartney)
    5. Re: Breaking into the bathroom (Brenda McCartney)
    6. RE: Interviewing Esme (Pruehs, Ree M.)
    7. RE: Breaking into the bathroom (Brian Schoner)
    8. Re: Breaking into the bathroom (Mel Mason)
    9. Re: Interviewing Esme (Mel Mason)
   10. RE: Interviewing Esme (Pruehs, Ree M.)


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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 11:01:47 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy


> "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion Mauberley
> asked sharply.  "And don't let too many people handle the pot or
> cup.  Fingerprints.  Does anyone have the means to test for
> them?"
>

"We have the kit in our flat," Lucinda said to Marion.  "But it's an inexact
science at best.  Don't worry - I'll use a handkerchief and take care not to
smudge.  And you should do the same."






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

Message: 2
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 11:11:02 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


>> "Ah...yes.  Of course," Cyril said hesitantly.  It was obvious it would
>> do more damage to resist their efforts.  "This way, ladies."  He
>> motioned toward the kitchen, his other arm protectively around
>> Florence's waist.

Lucinda followed with Nicola.

In the kitchen, Florence showed them the tea leaves in the drainer, and the
rest of the paraphenalia.  There was no sign of any residue on the leaves.

"And, if it's what I think it is, it would be hard to remove," said Lucinda
thoughtfully.  "This suggests that it wasn't the teapot that was poisoned -
but the sugar, the milk, or one of the cups."

>>
>> > > "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion Mauberley
>> > > asked sharply.  "And don't let too many people handle the pot or
>> > > cup.  Fingerprints.  Does anyone have the means to test for
>> > > them?"
>> > >
>> >
>> > Lady Pamela did," said Oswald from his position at the top of the
>> > stairs, still watching the bathroom door.  "And she spilled most
>> > of it over her dress - perhaps fortunately."
>>
>> "Perhaps we should gather the other cups as well," Cyril called back
>> over his shoulder to anyone remaining in the room.
>
> "I'll do that," said Marion, moving forward.  "And mark them, as
> well."  She rummaged in her handbag; unsurprisingly for a
> journalist, it contained, among other things, a small notebook
> and a pencil.
>
> Marion began scanning the room for teacups.
>

There were quite a few, but none of them bore any traces of a suspicious
residue.

(OOC - anyone want to check the milk or the sugar?)

"I think we need to alert an ambulance," said Lucinda, aware of the banging
coming from the bathroom.  "I'm going to go down and collect our fingerprint
case - not that I think we'll find anything, but we ought to check.  And we
can go out and see if we can get an ambulance brought."

"I'll go with you," said Florence, a little shakily.  "I need some fresh air
.. "


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

Message: 3
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 11:34:12 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom


  The light was on in the bathroom - even through the frosting of the pane he
could see Fitzroy slumped over the bath - and there was a great deal of
unpleasant matter around, some of it of a vile colour, that suggested the
unfortunate man had been - or was still - very ill indeed.

It was almost well nigh impossible for Philip to open the frosted window
with his crippled hand.

Philip cursed again into the night. "Miss Higgins! Or someone! Another hand
if you please, and quickly -- he's in very bad shape, and I fear we haven't
much time..."

[Not that running out of time would result in any great loss,] he added to
himself.

Marjorie turned pale looking out the window. "Oh I don't think I can... Mr.
Hodges! Can you help Philip?!" she called, turning to look back at where Mr.
Hodges was trying to open the door.

"Call for Mr Beaman, and have some of the men try and break in the door."
Hodges turned to Marjorie. He then grabbed something heavy (preferably an
iron lampbase) and followed Philip onto the fire escape.

The glass seemed toughened - it took three or four blows to smash it, both
men shielding themselves from flying glass as best they could.  Then, once
it was breached, they needed to clear a way carefully to avoid being badly
lacerated by the shards.

Once they scrambled inside, they disovered that Fitzroy was still lying half
inside the bathtub, deeply unconscious, although as they touched him, he
moaned with pain.

(OOC - it will be comparatively easy to open the bolted door now - the bolt
is on your side)

Marjorie in the meantime dashed to the bottom of the stairs. "Mr. Oswald!
Mr. Beaman!" she half screamed up. "It's Fitzroy! We can't get in the
bathroom and we think he's dyin'!"

Oswald turned to Cyril, just coming out of the kitchen.

"I suggest we bring him up here," he said.  "I'd rather not have to split
our forces any further.  He nodded towards the two nurses.  "Clear a couch.
I'm not sure how much you will be able to do for him - but you'd best try."
He stared at Tabitha for a moment.  "I know you can put your personal
feelings aside," he said.  "No matter how appalling the man is, he has to be
helped."

Then he started down the stairs.



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

Message: 4
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 03:35:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Everything Stops for Tea


> >> "Ah...yes.  Of course," Cyril said hesitantly.  It was obvious it
> would
> >> do more damage to resist their efforts.  "This way, ladies."  He
> >> motioned toward the kitchen, his other arm protectively around
> >> Florence's waist.
>
> Lucinda followed with Nicola.
>
> In the kitchen, Florence showed them the tea leaves in the drainer,
> and the
> rest of the paraphenalia.  There was no sign of any residue on the
> leaves.
>
> "And, if it's what I think it is, it would be hard to remove," said
> Lucinda
> thoughtfully.  "This suggests that it wasn't the teapot that was
> poisoned -
> but the sugar, the milk, or one of the cups."
>
> >>
> >> > > "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion
> Mauberley
> >> > > asked sharply.  "And don't let too many people handle the pot
> or
> >> > > cup.  Fingerprints.  Does anyone have the means to test for
> >> > > them?"
> >> > >
> >> >
> >> > Lady Pamela did," said Oswald from his position at the top of
> the
> >> > stairs, still watching the bathroom door.  "And she spilled most
> >> > of it over her dress - perhaps fortunately."
> >>
> >> "Perhaps we should gather the other cups as well," Cyril called
> back
> >> over his shoulder to anyone remaining in the room.
> >
> > "I'll do that," said Marion, moving forward.  "And mark them, as
> > well."  She rummaged in her handbag; unsurprisingly for a
> > journalist, it contained, among other things, a small notebook
> > and a pencil.
> >
> > Marion began scanning the room for teacups.
> >
>
> There were quite a few, but none of them bore any traces of a
> suspicious
> residue.
>
> (OOC - anyone want to check the milk or the sugar?)
>
> "I think we need to alert an ambulance," said Lucinda, aware of the
> banging
> coming from the bathroom.  "I'm going to go down and collect our
> fingerprint
> case - not that I think we'll find anything, but we ought to check.
> And we
> can go out and see if we can get an ambulance brought."
>
> "I'll go with you," said Florence, a little shakily.  "I need some
> fresh air
> ... "

At the shouts from the group downstairs, Cyril called back, "Coming!"
and rushed to assist them.



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

Message: 5
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 03:38:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom


>  The light was on in the bathroom - even through the frosting of the
> pane he
> could see Fitzroy slumped over the bath - and there was a great deal
> of
> unpleasant matter around, some of it of a vile colour, that suggested
> the
> unfortunate man had been - or was still - very ill indeed.
>
> It was almost well nigh impossible for Philip to open the frosted
> window
> with his crippled hand.
>
> Philip cursed again into the night. "Miss Higgins! Or someone!
> Another hand
> if you please, and quickly -- he's in very bad shape, and I fear we
> haven't
> much time..."
>
> [Not that running out of time would result in any great loss,] he
> added to
> himself.
>
> Marjorie turned pale looking out the window. "Oh I don't think I
> can... Mr.
> Hodges! Can you help Philip?!" she called, turning to look back at
> where Mr.
> Hodges was trying to open the door.
>
> "Call for Mr Beaman, and have some of the men try and break in the
> door."
> Hodges turned to Marjorie. He then grabbed something heavy
> (preferably an
> iron lampbase) and followed Philip onto the fire escape.
>
> The glass seemed toughened - it took three or four blows to smash it,
> both
> men shielding themselves from flying glass as best they could.  Then,
> once
> it was breached, they needed to clear a way carefully to avoid being
> badly
> lacerated by the shards.
>
> Once they scrambled inside, they disovered that Fitzroy was still
> lying half
> inside the bathtub, deeply unconscious, although as they touched him,
> he
> moaned with pain.
>
> (OOC - it will be comparatively easy to open the bolted door now -
> the bolt
> is on your side)
>
> Marjorie in the meantime dashed to the bottom of the stairs. "Mr.
> Oswald!
> Mr. Beaman!" she half screamed up. "It's Fitzroy! We can't get in the
>
> bathroom and we think he's dyin'!"
>
> Oswald turned to Cyril, just coming out of the kitchen.
>
> "I suggest we bring him up here," he said.  "I'd rather not have to
> split
> our forces any further.  He nodded towards the two nurses.  "Clear a
> couch.
> I'm not sure how much you will be able to do for him - but you'd best
> try."
> He stared at Tabitha for a moment.  "I know you can put your personal
>
> feelings aside," he said.  "No matter how appalling the man is, he
> has to be
> helped."
>
> Then he started down the stairs.

"There's an iron coatrack near the front door," he called to Oswald,
who was ahead of him on the stairs.  "Try to use that to break down the
door."



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

Message: 6
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 07:23:56 -0500
From: "Pruehs, Ree M." <rpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] Interviewing Esme


> >>>>>Perhaps Vangie was beginning to sense that the sort of
> help Esme's
> >>>>>sister gave to young women in the East End was not
> delivered in the
> >>>>>form of soup kitchens.
> >>>>>
> >>>>>"And she wrote to me," Esme went on, "and said that the
> rozzers ...
> >>>>>the
> >>>>>police, I mean ... have been asking questions.  About
> ... well, her
> >>>>>customers."
> >>>>>
> >>>>>Esme dabbed at her eyes again.
> >>>>>
> >>>>>Vangie got up, went in her bedroom -- saw the mess
> Sweetie had made
> >>>>>of
> >>>>>her jewelry box and said several very bad words under
> her breath --
> >>>>>opened her top dresser drawer and got out some
> handkerchiefs, and
> >>>>>offered them to Esme. "There now. Cry it out. It's all
> right." There
> >>>>>were things that could be done about Marty Fitzroy, she
> thought grimly.
> >>>>>But not yet.
> >>>>
> >>>>"Thank you," said Esme.  Then she lifted her head, blinking.
> >>>>
> >>>>"There seems to be a lot of noise going on upstairs," she said
> >>>>slowly.
> >>>
> >>>"Indeed," Vangie said. "But I don't want to leave you alone right
> >>>now.
> >>>Are you feeling up to going there?"
> >>
> >>Esme nodded - although Vangie could sense some reluctance in her
> >>agreement.
> >>
> >>"If you'll come with me," she added with slightly more firmness.
> >
> > "Yes," Vangie said. "Of course." Out of habit she looked around the
> > flat
> > for Sweetie.
>
> Sweetie for once was being kittenisghly playful.  He seemed
> to be batting a
> white paper bag about the narrow hall ... the sort that one
> obtained from
> high class grocers, greengrocers and pharmicists.  It was
> empty, which
> seemed to present an interesting challenge to Sweetie.

The sight of the bag triggered a faint nagging worry in Vangie's mind.
Where had she seen it before...or last? And why was she thinking that
Sweetie couldn't possibly have it...?

But the immediate need to look after Esme took precedence as she
escorted the other woman from her flat.

There were footsteps resounding in the stairway. Vangie glanced at Esme,
then headed in that direction. "Hallooo?" she called.

<tag Florence, Lucinda, Esme.>



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

Message: 7
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 07:27:14 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom

>> Once they scrambled inside, they disovered that Fitzroy was still
>> lying half inside the bathtub, deeply unconscious, although as they
>> touched him, he moaned with pain.

Philip moved over and unbolted the door, flinging it open. He then returned
to help Hodges with Marty, though he seemed unsure of how to proceed with
only one hand to use for lifting.


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

Message: 8
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 13:07:10 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Breaking into the bathroom


>>> Once they scrambled inside, they disovered that Fitzroy was still
>>> lying half inside the bathtub, deeply unconscious, although as they
>>> touched him, he moaned with pain.
>
> Philip moved over and unbolted the door, flinging it open. He then
> returned
> to help Hodges with Marty, though he seemed unsure of how to proceed with
> only one hand to use for lifting.
>

"We'll get him upstairs onto a couch," said Oswald, who was now outside the
door with Marjorie (OOC - and anyone else?).  He indicated for Hodges (OOC -
and any other able bodied males present) to help him, and then looked at
Majorie and Philip.   "You two ... see if there's anything incriminating in
the bathroom ... "



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

Message: 9
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 13:18:09 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Interviewing Esme


> >>>>"Thank you," said Esme.  Then she lifted her head, blinking.
> >>>>
> >>>>"There seems to be a lot of noise going on upstairs," she said
> >>>>slowly.
> >>>
> >>>"Indeed," Vangie said. "But I don't want to leave you alone right
> >>>now.
> >>>Are you feeling up to going there?"
> >>
> >>Esme nodded - although Vangie could sense some reluctance in her
> >>agreement.
> >>
> >>"If you'll come with me," she added with slightly more firmness.
> >
> > "Yes," Vangie said. "Of course." Out of habit she looked around the
> > flat
> > for Sweetie.
>
> Sweetie for once was being kittenisghly playful.  He seemed
> to be batting a
> white paper bag about the narrow hall ... the sort that one
> obtained from
> high class grocers, greengrocers and pharmicists.  It was
> empty, which
> seemed to present an interesting challenge to Sweetie.

The sight of the bag triggered a faint nagging worry in Vangie's mind.
Where had she seen it before...or last? And why was she thinking that
Sweetie couldn't possibly have it...?

But the immediate need to look after Esme took precedence as she
escorted the other woman from her flat.

There were footsteps resounding in the stairway. Vangie glanced at Esme,
then headed in that direction. "Hallooo?" she called.

Florence and Lucinda appeared, hurrying down the stairs.

"I'm afraid there's been an ... "  Lucinda began, and then hesitated.  "An
accident," she said.  "Mr Fitzroy.  We're just going to get an ambulance."

"My husband?" faltered Esme, clinging to Vangie.

"He's ... erm ... eaten something that didn't agree with him," said Florence
tactfully.

But polite euphemisms went nowhere with Esme.

"I didn't poison him!" she declared, clinging tighter to Vangie.



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Message: 10
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 08:25:01 -0500
From: "Pruehs, Ree M." <rpruehs@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] Interviewing Esme



> > >>>>"Thank you," said Esme.  Then she lifted her head, blinking.
> > >>>>
> > >>>>"There seems to be a lot of noise going on upstairs," she said
> > >>>>slowly.
> > >>>
> > >>>"Indeed," Vangie said. "But I don't want to leave you
> alone right
> > >>>now. Are you feeling up to going there?"
> > >>
> > >>Esme nodded - although Vangie could sense some reluctance in her
> > >>agreement.
> > >>
> > >>"If you'll come with me," she added with slightly more firmness.
> > >
> > > "Yes," Vangie said. "Of course." Out of habit she looked
> around the
> > > flat for Sweetie.
> >
> > Sweetie for once was being kittenisghly playful.  He seemed to be
> > batting a white paper bag about the narrow hall ... the
> sort that one
> > obtained from
> > high class grocers, greengrocers and pharmicists.  It was
> > empty, which
> > seemed to present an interesting challenge to Sweetie.
>
> The sight of the bag triggered a faint nagging worry in
> Vangie's mind. Where had she seen it before...or last? And
> why was she thinking that Sweetie couldn't possibly have it...?
>
> But the immediate need to look after Esme took precedence as
> she escorted the other woman from her flat.
>
> There were footsteps resounding in the stairway. Vangie
> glanced at Esme, then headed in that direction. "Hallooo?" she called.
>
> Florence and Lucinda appeared, hurrying down the stairs.
>
> "I'm afraid there's been an ... "  Lucinda began, and then
> hesitated.  "An
> accident," she said.  "Mr Fitzroy.  We're just going to get
> an ambulance."
>
> "My husband?" faltered Esme, clinging to Vangie.
>
> "He's ... erm ... eaten something that didn't agree with
> him," said Florence
> tactfully.
>
> But polite euphemisms went nowhere with Esme.
>
> "I didn't poison him!" she declared, clinging tighter to Vangie.

Vangie kept her own amazed thoughts to herself. "No one is saying that
anyone's been poisoned," she said firmly, patting Esme's hand. =Where
did I leave my smelling salts...?=

Oh. Back in that damned little clutch bag.

Whereever that was.



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    1. Re: Interviewing Esme (Ree Moorhead Pruehs)
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    3. Re: Interviewing Fitzroy (Brenda McCartney)
    4. Re: Interviewing Fitzroy (Margaret Dean)
    5. RE: Fitzroy in the bathroom (Brian Schoner)
    6. Re: Fitzroy in the bathroom (Mel Mason)
    7. RE: Fitzroy in the bathroom (Brian Schoner)
    8. RE: Fitzroy in the bathroom (Brian Schoner)
    9. Re: Fitzroy in the bathroom (Heather Mace)
   10. Re: Fitzroy in the bathroom (Mrfury28@...)
   11. Re: Fitzroy in the bathroom (Heather Mace)


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Message: 1
Date: Mon, 03 Jan 2005 21:02:32 -0500
From: Ree Moorhead Pruehs <rmpruehs@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Interviewing Esme


>>>>Perhaps Vangie was beginning to sense that the sort of help Esme's
>>>>sister gave to young women in the East End was not delivered in the
>>>>form of soup kitchens.
>>>>
>>>>"And she wrote to me," Esme went on, "and said that the rozzers ... the
>>>>police, I mean ... have been asking questions.  About ... well, her
>>>>customers."
>>>>
>>>>Esme dabbed at her eyes again.
>>>>
>>>>Vangie got up, went in her bedroom -- saw the mess Sweetie had made of
>>>>her jewelry box and said several very bad words under her breath --
>>>>opened her top dresser drawer and got out some handkerchiefs, and
>>>>offered them to Esme. "There now. Cry it out. It's all right." There
>>>>were things that could be done about Marty Fitzroy, she thought grimly.
>>>>But not yet.
>>>
>>>"Thank you," said Esme.  Then she lifted her head, blinking.
>>>
>>>"There seems to be a lot of noise going on upstairs," she said slowly.
>>
>>"Indeed," Vangie said. "But I don't want to leave you alone right now.
>>Are you feeling up to going there?"
>
>Esme nodded - although Vangie could sense some reluctance in her agreement.
>
>"If you'll come with me," she added with slightly more firmness.

"Yes," Vangie said. "Of course." Out of habit she looked around the flat
for Sweetie.





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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 02:30:49 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Interviewing Esme


>>>>>Perhaps Vangie was beginning to sense that the sort of help Esme's
>>>>>sister gave to young women in the East End was not delivered in the
>>>>>form of soup kitchens.
>>>>>
>>>>>"And she wrote to me," Esme went on, "and said that the rozzers ... the
>>>>>police, I mean ... have been asking questions.  About ... well, her
>>>>>customers."
>>>>>
>>>>>Esme dabbed at her eyes again.
>>>>>
>>>>>Vangie got up, went in her bedroom -- saw the mess Sweetie had made of
>>>>>her jewelry box and said several very bad words under her breath --
>>>>>opened her top dresser drawer and got out some handkerchiefs, and
>>>>>offered them to Esme. "There now. Cry it out. It's all right." There
>>>>>were things that could be done about Marty Fitzroy, she thought grimly.
>>>>>But not yet.
>>>>
>>>>"Thank you," said Esme.  Then she lifted her head, blinking.
>>>>
>>>>"There seems to be a lot of noise going on upstairs," she said slowly.
>>>
>>>"Indeed," Vangie said. "But I don't want to leave you alone right now.
>>>Are you feeling up to going there?"
>>
>>Esme nodded - although Vangie could sense some reluctance in her
>>agreement.
>>
>>"If you'll come with me," she added with slightly more firmness.
>
> "Yes," Vangie said. "Of course." Out of habit she looked around the flat
> for Sweetie.

Sweetie for once was being kittenisghly playful.  He seemed to be batting a
white paper bag about the narrow hall ... the sort that one obtained from
high class grocers, greengrocers and pharmicists.  It was empty, which
seemed to present an interesting challenge to Sweetie.





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Message: 3
Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2005 18:51:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy


> >> As she stood up, Lucinda Skeffinton-Nottle moved
> >> forward.  "Mr Beaman - I think a couple of us should
> >> go too."  She looked at him significantly.
> >> "Independent witnesses."
> >>
> >> "I agree wholeheartedly, Lucinda," Nicola said,
> >> walking after the Beamans. The changing of the tea
> >> leaves had not gone unnoticed and Nicola's inquisitive
> >> eyes were now fixed sharply on Florence Beaman. Though
> >> she couldn't imagine what motive the woman might have
> >> had for doing in Nola, she was now looking like a very
> >> strong candidate for Marty Fitzroy's poisoning. Nicola
> >> wouldn't be angry with her if she was (in fact, had
> >> the woman been an American, she would have personally
> >> written in a nomination for Florence for the
> >> Congressional Medal of Honor), but there were quite a
> >> few questions she wanted answered.

"Ah...yes.  Of course," Cyril said hesitantly.  It was obvious it would
do more damage to resist their efforts.  "This way, ladies."  He
motioned toward the kitchen, his other arm protectively around
Florence's waist.

> > "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion Mauberley
> > asked sharply.  "And don't let too many people handle the pot or
> > cup.  Fingerprints.  Does anyone have the means to test for
> > them?"
> >
>
> Lady Pamela did," said Oswald from his position at the top of the
> stairs,
> still watching the bathroom door.  "And she spilled most of it over
> her
> dress - perhaps fortunately."

"Perhaps we should gather the other cups as well," Cyril called back
over his shoulder to anyone remaining in the room.



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Message: 4
Date: Mon, 03 Jan 2005 21:59:17 -0500
From: Margaret Dean <margdean@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Interviewing Fitzroy

>
> > >> As she stood up, Lucinda Skeffinton-Nottle moved
> > >> forward.  "Mr Beaman - I think a couple of us should
> > >> go too."  She looked at him significantly.
> > >> "Independent witnesses."
> > >>
> > >> "I agree wholeheartedly, Lucinda," Nicola said,
> > >> walking after the Beamans. The changing of the tea
> > >> leaves had not gone unnoticed and Nicola's inquisitive
> > >> eyes were now fixed sharply on Florence Beaman. Though
> > >> she couldn't imagine what motive the woman might have
> > >> had for doing in Nola, she was now looking like a very
> > >> strong candidate for Marty Fitzroy's poisoning. Nicola
> > >> wouldn't be angry with her if she was (in fact, had
> > >> the woman been an American, she would have personally
> > >> written in a nomination for Florence for the
> > >> Congressional Medal of Honor), but there were quite a
> > >> few questions she wanted answered.
>
> "Ah...yes.  Of course," Cyril said hesitantly.  It was obvious it would
> do more damage to resist their efforts.  "This way, ladies."  He
> motioned toward the kitchen, his other arm protectively around
> Florence's waist.
>
> > > "Who else had tea at the same time Fitzroy did?" Marion Mauberley
> > > asked sharply.  "And don't let too many people handle the pot or
> > > cup.  Fingerprints.  Does anyone have the means to test for
> > > them?"
> > >
> >
> > Lady Pamela did," said Oswald from his position at the top of the
> > stairs, still watching the bathroom door.  "And she spilled most
> > of it over her dress - perhaps fortunately."
>
> "Perhaps we should gather the other cups as well," Cyril called back
> over his shoulder to anyone remaining in the room.

"I'll do that," said Marion, moving forward.  "And mark them, as
well."  She rummaged in her handbag; unsurprisingly for a
journalist, it contained, among other things, a small notebook
and a pencil.

Marion began scanning the room for teacups.


<tag Beamans' flat>


--Margaret Dean
   <margdean@...>



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Message: 5
Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2005 22:17:11 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom


> "Oh here..." Marjorie stepped up and yanked at the latch to
> open it for Philip.  She opened the window up and looked
> out at the dark street below.

"Thank you," said Philip, as he stepped out upon the fire escape. Moving
quickly so as to keep much light from showing, he moved to where he thought
the bathroom window should be and attempted to open it.



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Message: 6
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 03:22:09 -0000
From: "Mel Mason" <goldfired@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom



>> "Oh here..." Marjorie stepped up and yanked at the latch to
>> open it for Philip.  She opened the window up and looked
>> out at the dark street below.
>
> "Thank you," said Philip, as he stepped out upon the fire escape. Moving
> quickly so as to keep much light from showing, he moved to where he
> thought
> the bathroom window should be and attempted to open it.
>

The light was on in the bathroom - even through the frosting of the pane he
could see Fitzroy slumped over the bath - and there was a great deal of
unpleasant matter around, some of it of a vile colour, that suggested the
unfortunate man had been - or was still - very ill indeed.

It was almost well nigh impossible for Philip to open the frosted window
with his crippled hand.





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Message: 7
Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2005 22:26:43 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom


> The light was on in the bathroom - even through the frosting
> of the pane he could see Fitzroy slumped over the bath - and
> there was a great deal of unpleasant matter around, some of it
> of a vile colour, that suggested the unfortunate man had been -
> or was still - very ill indeed.
>
> It was almost well nigh impossible for Philip to open the
> frosted window with his crippled hand.

Philip cursed again into the night. "Miss Higgins! Or someone! Another hand
if you please, and quickly -- he's in very bad shape, and I fear we haven't
much time..."

[Not that running out of time would result in any great loss,] he added to
himself.


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Message: 8
Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2005 22:26:45 -0500
From: "Brian Schoner" <brianschoner@...>
Subject: RE: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom


> The light was on in the bathroom - even through the frosting
> of the pane he could see Fitzroy slumped over the bath - and
> there was a great deal of unpleasant matter around, some of it
> of a vile colour, that suggested the unfortunate man had been -
> or was still - very ill indeed.
>
> It was almost well nigh impossible for Philip to open the
> frosted window with his crippled hand.

Philip cursed again into the night. "Miss Higgins! Or someone! Another hand
if you please, and quickly -- he's in very bad shape, and I fear we haven't
much time..."

[Not that running out of time would result in any great loss,] he added to
himself.



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Message: 9
Date: Mon, 03 Jan 2005 20:41:52 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom

>>
>>It was almost well nigh impossible for Philip to open the
>>frosted window with his crippled hand.
>
>
> Philip cursed again into the night. "Miss Higgins! Or someone! Another
> hand
> if you please, and quickly -- he's in very bad shape, and I fear we
> haven't
> much time..."
>
> [Not that running out of time would result in any great loss,] he added to
> himself.

Marjorie turned pale looking out the window.  "Oh I don't think I
can...  Mr. Hodges!  Can you help Philip?!" she called, turning
to look back at where Mr. Hodges was trying to open the door.



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Message: 10
Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2005 23:51:22 EST
From: Mrfury28@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom

The door didn't give - clearly it was bolted from the inside - and it
appeared Fitzroy was in no state to unbolt it.


"We have to smash it down, unless Phillip can get across the fire escape..."
Hodges muttered.  He looked around for anything suitable to use as a
battering ram.  "Mr. Beaman!  Mister Briggs!"  He called for help.

Marjorie turned pale looking out the window.  "Oh I don't think I can...
Mr.
Hodges!  Can you help Philip?!" she called, turning to look back at where
Mr.
Hodges was trying to open the door.

"Call for Mr Beaman, and have some of the men try and break in the door."
Hodges turned to Marjorie.  He then grabbed something heavy (preferably an
iron
lampbase) and followed Philip onto the fire escape.

OOC:
He will proceed to smash the window and try and unlatch it from the outside.
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Message: 11
Date: Mon, 03 Jan 2005 22:44:22 -0800
From: Heather Mace <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] Fitzroy in the bathroom

>
> "We have to smash it down, unless Phillip can get across the fire
> escape..."  Hodges muttered.  He looked around for anything suitable to
> use as a battering ram.  "Mr. Beaman!  Mister Briggs!"  He called for
> help.
>
> Marjorie turned pale looking out the window.  "Oh I don't think I
> can...  Mr. Hodges!  Can you help Philip?!" she called, turning to look
> back at where Mr. Hodges was trying to open the door.
>
> "Call for Mr Beaman, and have some of the men try and break in the
> door."  Hodges turned to Marjorie.  He then grabbed something heavy
> (preferably an iron lampbase) and followed Philip onto the fire escape.
>
> OOC:
> He will proceed to smash the window and try and unlatch it from the
> outside.

Marjorie in the meantime dashed to the bottom of the stairs.
"Mr. Oswald!  Mr. Beaman!" she half screamed up.  "It's Fitzroy!
We can't get in the bathroom and we think he's dyin'!"







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