Ending to "Lamb To The Slaughter.

             Slowly he walked into the kitchen with a look of hunger on his face. Mary saw this and instantly blurted out, "please help your self to some of the lamb. "It ought to be bought done by now, Jack". He turned and looked back at her, giving here a half suspicious look. "Well I don"t want it to go to waste" she covered. Jack nodded his head side to side partly agreeing with Mrs. Maloney. He turned back around and disappeared into the kitchen. She smiled and complemented here self on her alibi. She could not believe that she was pulling this by a few professional men. The thought made her laugh, a light laugh but too loud.

             In came O"Malley who had just come from the bedroom holding a slip of paper, and hearing her slight giggle. "Did you say something Mrs. Maloney?" he asked in a polite way with a stern tone. He knew he had heard a small out burst of a chuckle or some sort, but was not completely positive. Mary began to bawl again, making an astonishing forged crying. She almost started laughing again as the officers around her were giving her ease. .

             Now the four men began to look at each other, thinking the same thing. Sergeant Noonan gave a pleasant nod to the officers and the other detective signaling to go about their business. Mary looked up at jack. He was studying her eyes, trying to find truth or some other deep meaning. He looked as if he were staring into a bottom less pond of a gray-skied afternoon. She immediately turned away her face so Jack would not take her freedom, her integrity. Jack quickly stood up and swiftly walked away from her towards the kitchen. Had she been too suspicious in her non-willingness of eye contact with jack, or when she turned her head? She knew that Noonan had seen subliminally, something in her soul; she tried so very hard to hide.

             Her survival mode kicked in that very moment. Her head began to flow with ideas.