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It was extraordinary, now, how clear her mind became all of a sudden. 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 a relief. On the other hand what about the child?
what were the the laws about murderers with unborn children? did they kill them both-mother and child? Or did they wait until the tenth month? What did they do?
Mary Maloney didn't know.
And she certainly wasn't prepared to take a chance.
She carried the meat into the kitchen, placed it in a pan, turned the oven on high, and shoved it inside.
Then she washed her hands and ran upstairs to the bedroom. She sat down before the mirror, tidied her face, touched up her lips and face.
She tried a smile. 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 can of peas.''
''That was better. Both the smile and the voice were coming 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

to be continued