Quick! Come quick! Patrick's dead! It's Mrs. Maloney. Mrs. Patrick Maloney.
Who's speaking?You mean Patrick Maloney's dead?Be right over.
I-is he dead?!?
I'm afraid he is. What happened?
Wouldn't you rather go somewhere else? To your sister's house perhaps? Just to take care of you for the night.
No. I want to stay right where I am. I cannot even move a yard at the moment. I don't feel good. I really don't.
I have not got a clue as to where this weapon could be. This whole thing is puzzling me.
"Soon, other men began to come into the house. First a doctor, then a detective which she knew by name. later, a police photographer arrived and took pictures, and a man who knew about finger prints."
Personally, I think it's right here on the premises.
Probably right under our very noses.
"The room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn, the two table lamps alight-hers and the one by the empty chair opposite. On the sideboard behind her, two tall glasses, soda water, whiskey. Fresh ice cubes in the Thermos bucket.
"She could hear their footsteps on the gravel outside, and sometimes she saw a flash of a torch through a chink in the curtains."
Mrs. Maloney giggles in the other room as she hears the police discussing the weapon. She giggles as she finds it funny that little do they know, they're eating the weapon.