[MaC] Seperations: Oswald, Marion, James and Anton

[Mel Mason]

> > James walked over to Anton and put a hand on his shoulder.
> > Quietly, he explained the plan again to Anton in Polish.  He then
> > tapped his shoulder to bid Anton to rise, to lead them downstairs
> > to his flat.
> >
> > The officer for the rationing board swiveled his head and his
> > gaze to Oswald and Marion to ensure that they were following the
> > two of them downstairs.
> >
>
> Oswald moved forward and indicated the lounge.  "Just make
> yourselves comfortavle," he told them.  "Can I get anyone a drink?"
>
> "Please," said Anton.  He still looked shaken.  "A small cognac."

Marion looked almost longingly at the bottles, but shook her head.  "I'd 
better not.  This would not be the time for me to be laid low with a 
migraine," she explained.

"Perhaps you should tell us what happened," suggested Oswald, handing the 
pianist the drink.

Barowenski shrugged.

"I do not know.  When Mr Fitzroy told me to play, I went into the lounge and 
played  - in the darkness, yes.  I was concentrating on the piece ... I 
started a second.  Perhaps I was more relaxed.  Perhaps my eyes became more 
accustomed to the dark.  I don't know.  But ... I became aware that she was 
lying on the sofa.  I started to watch her, and I saw ... one eye, open. 
Staring.  And ... I realised."

He took a slug of brandy.

Oswald frowned, but said nothing.