[MaC] At the Party: Marjorie, Braham, Warren and Oswald

[Mel Mason]

>> >Marty Fitzroy frowned - clearly he was not amused by this interruption 
>> >to
>> >his party.  He scanned the room quickly, and seemed to come to a 
>> >decision.
>> >He strode over to where Marjorie Higgins was sitting talking to Braham 
>> >Davis.
>> >
>> >"'Ere, Miss 'Iggins," he said.  "You won't mind taking over serving the
>> >drinks, would you?  War time emergency an' all that malarkey.  An' 
>> >they'll
>> >be a guinea in it for you too."
>>
>> "No need for that," Braham said as he jumped to his feet. "I'll do it. 
>> And
>> I won't take a cent for it either. If there is an emergency, I'll be glad
>> to help out." The offer was a mix of chivalry and true concern. Miss
>> Higgins was tired after a long day. There really was no point in making 
>> her
>> more so.
>

Marty Fitzroy frowned.  To ask the postwoman who lived on the first floor to 
help out was one thing, it seemed.  To have a wealthy American guest 
stepping into the breach was quite another.


> Nearby, Warren was inching towards the bar, craning his neck
> hopefully to see if there was something he could mix...
>

There was a large selection arranged on the table.  As Warren reached 
forward, he was aware of another hand reaching out too.

"Sorry," said Oswald Skeffington-Nottle.  "We seem spoilt for choice, son't 
we?"

He smiled amiably at Warren.