Of course I’ll give you money and see you're looked after. But there needn’t really be any fuss. I hope not anyway. It wouldn’t be very good for my job
For God’s sake,Don’t make supper for me. I’m going out.
It is a thursday afternoon, Detective Patrick Maloney is greeted by his wife Mary. Mary offers her husband a drink of whiskey as she does every day when he returns home but he insists he pours it. He seems uneased and pours another glass.
Would you like some cheese cake for Mr. Maloney?
Marry offers Patrick to go out to dinner but declines her offer. Patrick then tells Mary he no longer wants to be with her and they are expecting to have a baby. She is shocked from the information Patrick has told her.
Personally, I think it’s right here on the premises
After hearing the news, Mary then prepares dinner. “For God’s sake,” he said, hearing her, but not turning around. “Don’t make supper for me. I’m going out.” Mary Hits Patrick over the head with a frozen leg of lamb.
Mary then puts the lamb in the oven. She then thinks of a alibi by going to the grocery store. Mary practices what she will say to Sam, the grocery store clerk, so she seems normal and not upset.
Mary calls the cops reporting her husband is dead. They investigate Mary's alibi by going to the grocery store and questioning Sam how her behavior was and to see if anything was strange. She offers the detectives to eat the meal she put in the oven saying it was a "favor'.
In the short story, Lamb to the slaughter, Edgar Allen Poe uses situational irony. They use it by telling the audience they believe the weapon is on the premises and is under their noses. But they do not know the murder weapon is literally under their noses.
Probably right under our very noses. What you think, Jack?