[MaC] Speculation in the Lounge

[Heather Mace]

>>
>> Esme seized the bag and clutched it to her.
>>
>> Arabella stepped towards them. She had had rather enough of Marty Fitzroy
>> bullying people, especially his wife. No wonder the woman was so nervous.
>> "Really, Mr. Fitzroy," she said, in the voice of the Countess she had 
>> been
>> for so many years, "that is hardly the tone to use after your wife has 
>> just
>> swooned." Turning to Esme, she said, in a softer tone, "My dear, under 
>> the
>> circumstances, it's a wonder more people aren't feeling faint."
> 
> 
>> "I'll not be spoken to like that in my own 'ome!" roared Marty 
>> Fitzroy, and he took a step tiwards Arabella, her fist clenching.
> 
> 
> "Is there somewhere else you'd =prefer= to be spoken to in such a 
> manner?" Vangie inquired, her voice frosty.
> 
>>> "Have we missed much?" said a voice from the service door.  It was 
>>> Oswald
>>> Skeffington-Nottle, with Marion Mauberley by his side.

Marjorie casually poured a drink for Fitzroy after James was done with
the gin bottle.  "Oh relax, Mr. Fitzroy... here."  She put the drink
on the counter.

"Then again, the last time I offered someone a drink to cool down
they were killed..."  She started to giggle at the macabre joke of
the situation.