[MaC] A pause in the music

[Mel Mason]

>> She looked around her at the varying expressions of
> shock, fixing on Warren Worthington's. "We shall need
> aprons, I should think, and Mum will be up with my bag.
> Mr. Worthington, perhaps you would take me back
> across the hall and help me fetch things."
>
> Warren's attention had drifted; he was frowning, looking
> around at various things in the room...
>
> "Ah? Yes, of course," he said to Pamela. "Er... no
> one touch the piano, would you? Or the gramophone,
> either."

"Not until we have spoken to Mr Barowenski, at all events," said Oswald. 
"Can you ask my wife to join us, please, Lady Pamela?"

And so Pamela and Warren left the room ...

"If half what I've heard is true, we may trust the
Skeffington-Nottles," Pamela said, taking his arm as though he had
actually proffered it to her.

"I suppose poor Mr. Barowenski has broken the news," she said as they
neared what had been a perfectly ordinary cocktail party. "At least we
are spared that. Are you quite all right, Mr. Worthington?"

"I'm all right, thank you," Warren said, then added, "Lady Pamela,"
rather hurriedly; recognizing her title seemed to add to his
flustered state.

"My reaction was completely unexpected," he continued. "I
may be aiming for the wrong career, if this is how I'm going
to react at the scene of a crime."

> "My reaction was completely unexpected," he continued. "I
> may be aiming for the wrong career, if this is how I'm going
> to react at the scene of a crime."

"Police work isn't all murders, Mr. Worthington; for which fact, I am
given to understand, no one is more grateful than the police themselves.
Now, I do hope Mrs. Fitzroy is back; I shan't have leisure to hold on to
her handbag any longer."

At this point they entered the lounge ...