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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Attic (Laboratory) 
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Intelligence
[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 2
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	A slight smile crossed Swamp's face when the houseman, Quinton, gave him leave to continue gathering what information he could from the remains of Lord Bardolf. That fact gave further confirmation to a suspicion that the Doctor had from earlier. He regarded the taller man with raised eyebrow, seeing him in a slightly different light. [color=7d6c00]"Yes, yes of course."[/color] He looked back to the splayed open cadaver, the major organs arranged in bowls nearby. [color=7d6c00]"Hmm, one moment."[/color] 

	Swamp limped back to the operating table. He arranged one or two of the bowls, mumbling all the while. [color=7d6c00]"... appendix, heart, kidney one and kidney two, large intestine, liver, lungs one and two, spleen, stomach... should I check for...? Maybe. ...maybe."[/color] The astute observer might notice that he was putting the Lord's internals in alphabetical order, for whatever benefit it might have. [color=7d6c00]"No, no. Immaterial to the present issue,"[/color] he said, motioning in front of himself. After a couple of seconds, he realized that he was pantomiming writing something, as if the idea manifested in his hands before he spoke it. [color=7d6c00]"Of course."[/color] 

	Swamp went to the rolling tray next to the table and used it to bear down on. From his belongings, he produced a writing implement and a notebook. Bold, sweeping script flowed onto the page, summarizing the postmortem examination in official wording, followed by a more plainly phrased [b]cause of death[/b], underlined, and signed: 

[center][color=7d6c00]Doctor [i][s]Am[/s]scribblescribble[s]on[/s][/i], in interim [i][b]Dr. Swamp[/b][/i][/color][/center]
	There was the slightest pause, looking at his signature. It was an understandable habit, putting one's signature down on an official medical document, or one that would have to suffice for the meantime to keep proper records. He did have to mark out the proper name, however, and replace it with his alias for the event, owing to secrecy. They would know in due time anyway, he surmised. Plus, in the event of his own absence later, be it misadventure or deliberate action of less ethical persons, there was evidence remaining of the true fate of the Lord of the Manor. [color=7d6c00]"If I might have a co-signature of witness, Mr. Quinton? Perhaps you as well, Chanteuse? Given as you did assist, which I do dearly appreciate."[/color] Swamp showed Amaranthine the paper, then left it on the table and backed from it to allow access for both Quinton and the Chanteuse. He shuffled back around to the bowls, pausing over the opened and inspected heart. Giving the bowl a spin, he watched it go around and around, wobbling just a little from the not-quite-perfect circle in which it rotated. [color=7d6c00]"This is truly an interesting turn of events, is it not? Especially considering the timing. Hmm."[/color] 

	The heart was still spinning on the table, slowing a little, showing the squishy details pointed out from before in a continuing turn. Swamp vocalized a thought that had been nagging him. [color=7d6c00]"Sir? If it suits the will of the House; my diagnostic talents lay in areas other than just anatomy. With the approval of the resident Mechanician, might I be permitted to examine the motorized conveyance that fatally malfunctioned earlier this evening? I suspect something may be learned."[/color]