better turn it off for you, hadn’t I?” “I you do that, Jack. Thank you so much.” “Will When the sergeant returned the second time, she looked at him with her large, dark tearful eyes. Noonan,” she said. “Jack “Yes?” you do me a small favor-you and these others?” “Would can try, Mrs. Maloney.” “We she said. you all are, and good friends of dear Patrick’s too, and helping to catch “Well,” “Here 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.” dream of it,” Sergeant Noonan said. “Wouldn’t she begged. eat it. Personally I couldn’t tough a thing, certainly not what’s “Please,” “Please 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.” There was a good deal of hesitating among the four policemen, but they were clearly hungry, and in the end they were persuaded to go into the kitchen and help themselves. The woman stayed where she was, listening to them speaking among themselves, their voices thick and sloppy because their mouths were full of meat. some more, Charlie?” “Have Better not finish it.” “No. wants us to finish it. She said so. Be doing her a favor.” “She then. Give me some more.” “Okay the hell of a big club the gut must’ve used to hit poor Patrick,” one of them was “That’s saying. doc says his skull was smashed all to pieces just like from a sledgehammer.” “The why it ought to be easy to find.” “That’s what I say.” “Exactly
“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. Then you can go on with your work again afterwards.” There was a good deal of hesitating among the four policemen, but they were clearly hungry, and in the end they were persuaded to go into the kitchen and help themselves. The woman stayed where she was, listening to them speaking among themselves, their voices thick and sloppy because their mouths were full of meat. “Have some more, Charlie?” “No. Better not finish it.” “She wants us to finish it. She said so. Be doing her a favor.” “Okay then. Give me some more.” “That’s the hell of a big club the gut must’ve used to hit poor Patrick,” one of them was saying. “The doc says his skull was smashed all to pieces just like from a sledgehammer.” “That’s why it ought to be easy to find.” “Exactly what I say.”
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