Meanwhile, Shirley Thorne was investigating the source of the burnt smell.
Florence Langley must have had the nose of a bloodhound.
In just a few minutes, she had found the burning electrical cable.
The bodyguards behind her were quick and deft, eliminating the hazard in the blink of an eye.
According to a rough count, there were about three short circuits throughout the lounge: one in the bathroom, one by the nightstand, and one in the pantry.
The three locations were cleverly chosen, each surrounded by flammable materials.
The bathroom had a water heater, the nightstand was next to the bedding, and the pantry, in a nod to environmentalism, was stocked entirely with paper cups.
After seeing all this, only one thought surfaced in Shirley Thorne's mind.
"This isn't a plan Josephine Grant could come up with!" Shirley Thorne said decisively.
'That plastic surgery devotee doesn't have the brains for this.'
"Ma'am!"
