“Hullo darling,” she said.“Hullo darling,” he answered. “Tired darling?” “Yes,” he said. “
oh no what have i done? :(
when i came home i found him dead.
“And I know it’s kind of a bad time to be telling you, bet there simply wasn’t any other way. 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.”
She carried it upstairs, holding the thin bone-end of it with both her hands, and as she went through the living-room, she saw him standing over by the window with his back to her, and she stopped.
yummm... thank you so much!
She stepped back a pace, waiting, and the funny thing was that he remained standing there for at least four or five seconds, gently swaying. Then he crashed to the carpet.
“Quick! Come quick! Patrick’s dead!” “Who’s speaking?” “Mrs. Maloney. Mrs. Patrick Maloney.” “You mean Patrick Maloney’s dead?” “I think so,” she sobbed. “He’s lying on the floor and I think he’s dead.” 180 “Be right over,” the man said.
“Here you all are, and good friends of dear Patrick’s too, and helping to catch the man who killed him. You must be terrible hungry by now because it’s long past your suppertime, and I know Patrick would never forgive me, God bless his 265 soul, if I allowed you to remain in his house without offering you decent hospitality. Why don’t you eat up that lamb that’s in the oven. It’ll be cooked just right by now.”