As the sun painted the sky a shade of orange and yellow, the smell of murder filled the air. Mr Maloney was dead. Mrs Maloney didn't care. A secret had been told to the killer, Mrs Maloney, which caused death. The killer weapon, the Leg of Lamb, stood still with guilt.

" Ha, he thought I loved him," cackled the murderer " I knew all ready and it devastated me, but all he did was shout orders at me. This is what he deserves."

Mrs Maloney had done what she had done. Now what? A light bulb struck the lady. She was going to call 999.