[MaC] An Interruption

[Jonathan Katalenic]

"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.

Nicola paused in her attempts at assisting Mrs. Beaman
and instead fumbled around in her small clutch purse
for a book of matches. "Where are you, where are you?"
she asked. Finally her gloved hand closed around the
small matchbook. She silently cheered, opened the book
and attempted to strike the match. After a few
failures, one match sprung to life. A small glow
emanated from it, illuminating a few feet around it.


		
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