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  • 1. Today is World Book Day 2013.To celebrate, every student atHolly Lodge is going to bereading the same storythroughout the day.You will hear Part 1 NOW inPeriod 1, which will be followedby Parts 2, 3, 4 and 5 in Periods2, 3, 4 and 5.We hope that you enjoy theshort story!
  • 2. Period One- Part One
  • 3. THE ROOM WAS WARM and clean, the curtains drawn, thetwo table lamps alight - hers and the one by the empty chairopposite. On the sideboard behind her, two tall glasses, sodawater, whisky. Fresh ice cubes in the Thermos bucket. MaryMaloney was waiting for her husband to come home fromwork. Now and again she would glance up at the clock, butwithout anxiety, merely to please herself with the thought thateach minute gone by made it nearer the time when he wouldcome. There was a slow smiling air about her, and abouteverything she did. The drop of the head as she bent over hersewing was curiously tranquil. Her skin - for this was her sixthmonth with child - had acquired a wonderful translucent quality,the mouth was soft, and the eyes, with their new placid look,seemed larger, darker than before.When the clock said ten minutes to five, she began to listen,and a few moments later, punctually as always, she heard thetires on the gravel outside, and the car door slamming, thefootsteps passing the window, the key turning in the lock. Shelaid aside her sewing, stood up, and went forward to kiss himas he came in.
  • 4. Hullo, darling, she said, Hullo, he answered.She took his coat and hung it in the closet. Then she walkedover and made the drinks, a strongish one for him, a weakone for herself; and soon she was back again in her chairwith the sewing, and he in the other, opposite, holding thetall glass with both his hands, rocking it so the ice cubestinkled against the side.For her, this was always a blissful time of day. She knew hedidnt want to speak much until the first drink was finished,and she, on her side, was content to sit quietly, enjoying hiscompany after the long hours alone in the house. She lovedto luxuriate in the presence of this man, and to feel - almostas a sunbather feels the sun - that warm male glow thatcame out of him to her when they were alone together. Sheloved him for the way he sat loosely in a chair, for the wayhe came in a door, or moved slowly across the room withlong strides. She loved the intent, far look in his eyes whenthey rested on her, the funny shape of the mouth, andespecially the way he remained silent about his tiredness,sitting still with himself until the whisky had taken some of itaway.
  • 5. Tired, darling?’. Yes, he said. Im tired. And as hespoke, he did an unusual thing. He lifted his glass anddrained it in one swallow although there was still half ofit, at least half of it left. She wasnt really watching himbut she knew what he had done because she heard theice cubes falling back against the bottom of the emptyglass when he lowered his arm. He paused a moment,leaning forward in the chair, then he got up and wentslowly over to fetch himself another.‘I’ll get it! she cried, jumping up, Sit down, he said.When he came back, she noticed that the new drink wasdark amber with the quantity of whisky in it.Darling, shall I get your slippers?’ No. She watched himas he began to sip the dark yellow drink, and she couldsee little oily swirls in the liquid because it was so strong.I think its a shame, she said, that when a policemangets to be as senior as you, they keep him walking abouton his feet all day long. He didnt answer, so she benther head again and went on with her sewing; but eachtime he lifted the drink to his lips, she heard the icecubes clinking against the side of the glass.
  • 6. Darling, she said. Would you like me to get you some cheese? Ihavent made any supper because its Thursday.No, he said.If youre too tired to eat out, she went on, ‘its still not too late.Theres plenty of meat and stuff in the freezer, and you can haveit right here and not even move out of the chair. Her eyes waitedon him for an answer, a smile, a little nod, but he made no sign.‘Anyway’ she went on, Ill get you some cheese and crackersfirst.I dont want it, he said.She moved uneasily in her chair, the large eyes still watching hisface. But you must have supper. I can easily do it here. Id like todo it. We can have lamb chops. Or pork. Anything you want.Everything in the freezer.’‘Forget it,’ he said.But, darling, you must eat! Ill fix it anyway, and then you canhave it or not, as you like. She stood up and placed her sewingon the table by the lamp.Sit down, he said. Just for a minute, sit down. It wasnt till thenthat she began to get frightened. END OF PART ONE
  • 7. Today is World Book Day 2013.To celebrate, every student atHolly Lodge is going to bereading the same storythroughout the day.You have heard Part 1 and nowit is time for Part 2.We hope that you enjoy theshort story!
  • 8. Period Two- Part Two
  • 9. Go on, he said. Sit down. She lowered herself backslowly into the chair, watching him all the time with thoselarge, bewildered eyes. He had finished the second drinkand was staring down into the glass, frowning.Listen, he said, Ive got something to tell you. What is it,darling? Whats the matter?’. He had become absolutelymotionless, and he kept his head down so that the lightfrom the lamp beside him fell across the upper part of hisface, leaving the chin and mouth in shadow. She noticedthere was a little muscle moving near the corner of his lefteye.This is going to be a bit of a shock to you, Im afraid’, hesaid. But Ive thought about it a good deal and Ive decidedthe only thing to do is tell you right away. I hope you wontblame me too much. And he told her. It didnt take long,four or five minutes at most, and she sat very still through itall, watching him with a kind of dazed horror as he wentfurther and further away from her with each word.
  • 10. So there it is, he added. And I know its kind of a bad timeto be telling you, but there simply wasnt any other way. Ofcourse Ill give you money and see youre looked after. Butthere neednt really be any fuss. I hope not anyway. Itwouldnt be very good for my job. Her first instinct was notto believe any of it, to reject it all. It occurred to her thatperhaps he hadnt even spoken, that she herself hadimagined the whole thing. Maybe, if she went about herbusiness and acted as though she hadnt been listening,then later, when she sort of woke up again, she might findnone of it had ever happened.Ill get the supper, she managed to whisper, and this timehe didnt stop her.When she walked across the room she couldnt feel herfeet touching the floor. She couldnt feel anything at all -except a slight nausea and a desire to vomit. Everythingwas automatic now - down the stairs to the cellar, the lightswitch, the deep freeze, the hand inside the cabinet takinghold of the first object it met. She lifted it out, and looked atit. It was wrapped in paper, so she took off the paper andlooked at it again, a leg of lamb.
  • 11. All right then, they would have lamb for supper. She carriedit upstairs, holding the thin bone-end of it with both herhands, and as she went through the living-room, she sawhim standing over by the window with his back to her, andshe stopped.For Gods sake, he said, hearing her, but not turninground; Dont make supper for me. Im going out. At thatpoint, Mary Maloney simply walked up behind him andwithout any pause she swung the big frozen leg of lambhigh in the air and brought it down as hard as she could onthe back of his head.She might just as well have hit him with a steel club.She stepped back a pace, waiting, and the funny thing wasthat he remained standing there for at least four or fiveseconds, gently swaying. Then he crashed to the carpet.The violence of the crash, the noise, the small tableoverturning, helped bring her out of the shock. She cameout slowly, feeling cold and surprised, and she stood for awhile blinking at the body, still holding the ridiculous pieceof meat tight with both hands.All right, she told herself. So Ive killed him. END OF PART TWO.
  • 12. Today is World Book Day 2013.To celebrate, every student atHolly Lodge is going to bereading the same storythroughout the day.You have heard Part 1 and Part2 and now it is time for Part 3.We hope that you enjoy theshort story!
  • 13. Period Three- Part Three
  • 14. It was extraordinary, now, how clear her mind became all of asudden. She began thinking very fast. As the wife of a detective,she knew quite well what the penalty would be.That was fine. It made no difference to her. In fact, it would be arelief. On the other hand, what about the child? What were thelaws about murderers with unborn children? Did they kill themboth - mother and child? Or did they wait until the tenth month?What did they do?Mary Maloney didnt know. And she certainly wasnt prepared totake a chance.She carried the meat into the kitchen, placed it in a pan, turnedthe oven on high, and shoved it inside. Then she washed herhands and ran upstairs to the bedroom. She sat down before themirror, tidied her face, touched up her lips and face. She tried asmile. It came out rather peculiar. She tried again.Hullo Sam: she said brightly, aloud.The voice sounded peculiar too.I want some potatoes please, Sam. Yes, and I think a can ofpeas. That was better. Both the smile and the voice werecoming out better now. She rehearsed it several times more.Then she ran downstairs, took her coat, went out the back door,down the garden, into the street. It wasnt six oclock yet and thelights were still on in the grocery shop.
  • 15. ‘Hullo Sam’ she said brightly, smiling at the man behind the counter.Why, good evening, Mrs Maloney. Howre you?,I want some potatoes please, Sam. Yes, and I think a can of peas.The man turned and reached up behind him on the shelf for the peas.‘Patricks decided hes tired and doesnt want to eat out tonight, shetold him. We usually go out Thursdays, you know, and now hes caughtme without any vegetables in the house.Then how about meat, Mrs Maloney?’ No, Ive got meat, thanks. I got anice leg of lamb, from the freezer. Oh. I dont much like cooking itfrozen, Sam, but Im taking a chance on it this time. You think itll be allright?,Personally, the grocer said, I dont believe it makes any difference.You want these Idaho potatoes?Oh yes, thatll be fine. Two of those. Anything else? The grocer cocked his head on one side, looking ather pleasantly. How about afterwards? What you going to give him forafterwards?Well, what would you suggest, Sam? The man glanced around hisshop. ‘How about a nice big slice of cheesecake? I know he likes that.Perfect, she said. He loves it. And when it was all wrapped and shehad paid, she put on her brightest smile and said, ‘Thank you, Sam.Good night.Good night, Mrs Maloney. And thank you.
  • 16. Mind you, she wasnt expecting to find anything. She wasjust going home with the vegetables. Mrs Patrick Maloneygoing home with the vegetables on Thursday evening tocook supper for her husband.Thats the way, she told herself. Do everything right andnatural. Keep things absolutely natural and therell be noneed for any acting at all. Therefore, when she entered thekitchen by the back door, she was humming a little tune toherself and smiling.Patrick! she called. How are you, darling? She put theparcel down on the table and went through into the living-room; and when she saw him lying there on the floor withhis legs doubled up and one arm twisted back underneathhis body, it really was rather a shock. All the old love andlonging for him welled up inside her, and she ran over tohim, knelt down beside him, and began to cry her heart out.It was easy. No acting was necessary.A few minutes later she got up and went to the phone. Sheknew the number of the police station, and when the manat the other end answered, she cried to him, Quick! Comequick! END OF PART THREE.
  • 17. Today is World Book Day 2013.To celebrate, every student atHolly Lodge is going to bereading the same storythroughout the day.You have heard Part 1, Part 2and Part 3 and now it is time forPart 4.We hope that you enjoy theshort story!
  • 18. Period Four- Part Four
  • 19. Patricks dead! Whos speaking? Mrs Maloney. MrsPatrick Maloney. You mean Patrick Maloneys dead?. Ithink so, she sobbed. Hes lying on the floor and I thinkhes dead. Be right over, the man said.The car came very quickly, and when she opened thefront door, two policemen walked in. She knew them both- she knew nearly all the men at that precinct - and shefell right into Jack Noonans arms, weeping hysterically.He put her gently into a chair, then went over to join theother one, who was called OMalley, kneeling by thebody, Is he dead? she cried.Im afraid he is. What happened? Briefly, she told herstory about going out to the grocer and coming back tofind him on the floor. While she was talking, crying andtalking, Noonan discovered a small patch of congealedblood on the dead mans head. He showed it to OMalleywho got up at once and hurried to the phone. Soon,other men began to come into the house. First a doctor,then two detectives, one of whom she knew by name.
  • 20. The two detectives remained, and so did the two policemen.They were exceptionally nice to her, and Jack Noonan askedif she wouldnt rather go somewhere else, to her sistershouse perhaps, or to his own wife who would take care of herand put her up for the night. No, she said. She didnt feel shecould move even a yard at the moment. Would they mindawfully if she stayed just where she was until she felt better?She didnt feel too good at the moment, she really didnt.Later, a police photographer arrived and took pictures, and aman who knew about fingerprints. There was a great deal ofwhispering and muttering beside the corpse, and thedetectives kept asking her a lot of questions. But they alwaystreated her kindly. She told her story again, this time right fromthe beginning, when Patrick had come in, and she wassewing, and he was tired, so tired he hadnt wanted to go outfor supper. She told how shed put the meat in the oven - itsthere now, cooking - and how shed slipped out to the grocerfor vegetables, and come back to find him lying on the floor.
  • 21. Which grocer? one of the detectives asked.She told him, and he turned and whispered something tothe other detective who immediately went outside into thestreet.In fifteen minutes he was back with a page of notes, andthere was more whispering, and through her sobbing sheheard a few of the whispered phrases.. . . acted quitenormal. . .very cheerful . . . wanted to give him a goodsupper . . . . peas . . . cheesecake . . . impossible that she .. . After a while, the photographer and the doctor departedand two other men came in and took the corpse away on astretcher. Then the fingerprint man went away.Then hadnt she better lie down on the bed? Jack Noonanasked.No, she said, shed like to stay right where she was, in thischair. A little later perhaps, when she felt better, she wouldmove. END OF PART FOUR.
  • 22. Today is World Book Day 2013.To celebrate, every student atHolly Lodge is going to bereading the same storythroughout the day.You have heard Part 1, Part 2,Part 3 and Part 4. It is now timefor the last part of the tale!We hope that you have enjoyedthe short story!
  • 23. Period Five- Part Five
  • 24. So they left her there while they went about their business,searching the house. Occasionally one of the detectivesasked her another question. Sometimes Jack Noonan spoketo her gently as he passed by. Her husband, he told her, hadbeen killed by a blow on the back of the head administeredwith a heavy blunt instrument, almost certainly a large piece ofmetal. They were looking for the weapon. The murderer mayhave taken it with him, but on the other hand he mayvethrown it away or hidden it somewhere on the premises.Its the old story, he said, Get the weapon, and youve got theman. Later, one of the detectives came up and sat beside her.Did she know, he asked, of anything in the house that couldvebeen used as the weapon? Would she mind having a lookaround to see if anything was missing - a very big spanner, forexample, or a heavy metal vase.They didnt have any heavy metal vases, she said.Or a big spanner? She didnt think they had a big spanner,but there might be some things like that in the garage.Jack, she said, the next time Sergeant Noonan went byWould you mind giving me a drink? Sure Ill give you a drink.You mean this whisky?, Yes, please. But just a small one. Itmight make me feel better. He handed her the glass.
  • 25. Why dont you have one yourself, she said. You must be awfullytired. Please do. Youve been very good to me, Well, heanswered. Its not strictly allowed, but I might take just a drop tokeep me going. One by one the others came in and werepersuaded to take a little sip of whisky. They stood around ratherawkwardly with the drinks in their hands, uncomfortable in herpresence, trying to say consoling things to her. Sergeant Noonanwandered into the kitchen, came out quickly and said, Look, MrsMaloney, you know that oven of yours is still on, and the meatstill inside. Oh dear me! she cried. So it is! I better turn it offfor you, hadnt I?’ Will you do that, Jack. Thank you so much.When the sergeant returned the second time, she looked at himwith her large, dark, tearful eyes. Jack Noonan, she said.Yes? Would you do me a small favour - you and these others?We can try, Mrs Maloney. Well, she said. Here you all are, andgood friends of dear Patricks too, and helping to catch the manwho killed him.You must be terribly hungry by now because its long past yoursupper time, and I know Patrick would never forgive me, Godbless his soul, if I allowed you to remain in his house withoutoffering you decent hospitality. Why dont you eat up that lambthats in the oven? Itll be cooked just right by now. Wouldntdream of it, Sergeant Noonan said.
  • 26. Please, she begged. Please eat it. Personally I couldnt touch athing, certainly not whats been in the house when he was here.But its all right for you. Itd be a favour to me if youd eat it up.Then you can go on with your work again afterwards. There wasa good deal of hesitating among the four policemen, but theywere clearly hungry, and in the end they were persuaded to gointo the kitchen and help themselves. The woman stayed whereshe was, listening to them through the open door, and she couldhear them speaking among themselves, their voices thick andsloppy because their mouths were full of meat.Have some more, Charlie? No. Better not finish it. She wantsus to finish it. She said so. Be doing her a favour." Okay then.Give me some more. Thats the hell of a big club the guymustve used to hit poor Patrick, one of them was saying. Thedoc says his skull was smashed all to pieces just like from asledge-hammer,Thats why it ought to be easy to find.Exactly what I say. Whoever done it, theyre not going to becarrying a thing like that around with them longer than theyneed. One of them belched.Personally, I think its right here on the premises. Probably rightunder our very noses. What you think, Jack?And in the other room, Mary Maloney began to giggle. THE END.