A story about a women murdering her husband which is who she adores so much and covers it up for her future, the police find clues but will never be able to solve the crime by eating the main evidence.
"She took his coat and hung it in the closer. Then she walked over and made the drinks, a strongish one for him, a weak one for herself"
"All right then, they would have lamb for supper. She carried it upstairs, holding the thin bone-end of it with both her hands"
"At that point, Mary Maloney simply walked up behind him and without any pause she swung the big frozen leg of lamb high in the air and brought it down as hard as she could on the back of his head. She might just as well have hit him with a steel club."
"Patrick's decided he's tired and doesn't want to eat out tonight," she told him. "We usually go out Thursdays, you know, and now he's caught me without any vegetables in the house." "Then how about meat, Mrs Maloney?" "No, i've got meat, thanks. i got a nice leg of lamb from the freezer."
"Is he dead?" she cried. "i'm afraid he is. What happened?" Briefly, she told her story about going out to the grocer and coming back to find him on the floor. " "Noonan discovered a small patch of congealed blood on the dead man's head."
."Please eat it. Personally i couldn't tough a thing, certainly not what's been in the house when he was here. But it's all right for you. It'd be a favor to me if you'd eat it up. Then you can go on with your work again afterwards."