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

[Mel Mason]

> > "I had the lights off," said Barowenski.  He was staring down
> > into his whisky.  "But ... between my playing ... I went out onto
> > the terrace.  To breathe the night air.  And for a cifarette,
> > yes.  It must have happened then!"
> >
> > "I remember the music stopping when we were all in the darkness
> > with the Warden," said Oswald slowly, "but I would have thought
> > it was for no more than a minute or so.  Not enough time to cross
> > to the window, step out onto the terrace without disturbing the
> > blackout, smoke a cigarette and return."
> >
> James looked at Oswald and Marion, and then to Anton.
>
> "Anton, if you are lying just to protect someone, somewhere
> else..." His eyes met the musicians.  "We can help.  Lying about
> these matters, in the end, helps no one."

"Whatever it is," Marion seconded Oswald, intently, "it can't be as 
important as murder."

He raised his head and looked at her fully.  "In life," he said quietly, 
"there are some things more important that death."

> James looked at Anton intently and then spoke in Polish.
>
> "W JDzyku polskim (blask), jeE<eli wy E<yczycie?"

"JA nie broniD wszelkiego!" said Anton hotly.  Then, more quietly, he added, 
"JA wszystek jeszcze.  Wy musicie pozwalaD mnie utrzymujD mC3j zaszczyt."

At this point, they heard a key in the door.  Oswald half rose, and then 
stood up fully as Nicola, Hodges and Michael entered.  He walked to the door 
and spoke to them quietly (and into the other thread for a bit).