[MaC] An Interruption

[Allen Veazey]

>        Pamela prudently stayed right where she was. No point risking more
> injuries, not without greater cause than this. She did, however, find
> herself wishing that the lump under her arm wasn't Esme's handbag.
> 

"Bother," Warren said, from his seat at the bar. He patted
his pockets, wishing for the twentieth time that he had been
allowed to smoke in hospital; he had gotten out of the 
habit of carrying cigarettes and matches, and they were
impossible to find once he had gotten settled in here
in London.

Right now, he'd be more of a hindrance than a help, anyway.
He carefully slid his hands across the bar, to where he 
remembered Hodges had set the gin bottle.