A lamb to the slaughter
"
"I better turn it off for you, hadn't I?"
"Will you do that, Jack. Thank you so much."
When the sergeant returned the second time, she looked at him with her large, dark tearful eyes.
"Jack Noonan," she said.
"Yes?"
"Would you do me a small favor - you and these others?"
"We can try, Mrs. Maloney."
"Well," she 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 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."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Sergeant Noonan said.
"Please," she begged. "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.
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