[MaC] Separations: Hodges, Nicola and Michael

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There was also a key that looked like the key to one of the flats - only it 
bore the number 2.

"Did you find a loose key, eh Mr. Coldsmith-Briggs?"  Hodges asked.  "We 
ought to return it if its a Mortmain key."  He bent down for a closer inspection.

***

There was no-one in Flat 3, either. There were a few recently opened packages 
on the bed with used things in them - as if Marjorie had found a jumble sale 
or something.  But the items are nicer than you'd expect from a jumble sale, 
and besides, in war-time people were
far less reluctant to give away perfectly good clothes.  Marjorie's handbag 
was here too.  It had fallen on its iside, but all that had fallen out were a 
rather thin purse, and a small piece of card with an address in Betnal Green 
for a Mrs Miggins.

Somewhat surprised, Hodges murmured, "Whats this?  Undelivered parcels?"  He 
kept an eye open for any visible medicine in Miss Higgins flat, in case she 
should require it.

They next went to Flat Number 2.  Here again there was no-one - apart from 
Arabella's rather excited little dog.  A canvas stood in the living room, and 
there was a smell of wet paint, although it did not look particularly smudged.  
On the other hand, given the style, it
could be hard to tell.

Hodges didn't go in much for modern art.  (OOC: Are there reds in the 
painting?)

They checked each room.  Pamela's bedroom was neat and tidy - but the corner 
of something written was protruding from a drawer in her dressing table, as 
though it had been shoved hastily away and the drawer closed.  Once could make 
out the letters, "Darl ... "

Nicola instantly recognized one of the items in one of the flats, but as she 
neither trusted nor felt a particular need to confide in either Hodges or 
Michael, she kept her mouth shut. 'Very interesting,' she thought to herself. 'I 
may just have to ask her about that sometime.'

"Right then, gents," she said as they left Flat No. 2.  "On to the second 
floor." As the three climbed the stairs leading to the second floor, Nicola 
wished, not for the first time, that she had thought to pack the .38 Freddy had 
given her for protection. Foolishly, she had thought she would be in LESS danger 
in London than in New York. "And here we are, tracking a
murderer," she muttered under her breath. She, Michael and Hodges reached the 
second floor.

[OOC: I'm assuming, unless there's anything in particular Michael or Hodges 
wish to search first, that they'll search these flats in order- 5, 6, 7 and 
then 8.]

OOC: No objections here! - Hodges
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