\"Lamb to the slaughter\" storytelling voice-over
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
Indian (Hinglish)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
lamb to the slaughter by rolled down. The room was warm. The curtains were closed, the two table lamps bullet on the cupboard. Behind her. There were two classes and some drinks. Mary Melanie was waiting for her husband to come home from work. Now and again. She glanced at the clock, but without anxiety. She merely wanted to satisfy herself that each minute that went five made it nearer the time when he would come home. As she went over her suing, she was curiously peaceful. This was her sixth month, expecting a child. Her mouth and her eyes, with their new come look, seemed larger and darker than before. When the clock said 10 minutes to fight, she began to listen, and a few moments later, culturally, as always, she heard the car tires on the stones outside the car door, closing footsteps, passing the window, the key turning in the lock. She stood up and went forward to kiss him as he entered. Hello, darling, she said. Hello, he answered. She took his coat and hung it up. Then she made the drinks a strong one for him and weak men for herself, and soon she was back again in her chair with the suing, and he was in the other chair, holding the tall glass, rolling it gently so that the ice knocked musically against the side of the glass. For her, this was always a wonderful time of day. She knew he didn't want to speak much under. The first drink was finished, and she was satisfied to sit quietly, enjoying his company after the long ours alone in the house. She loved the room that came out of him when they were alone together. She loved the shape of his mouth and especially like the way he didn't complain about being tired. Tired. Charlie. Yes, he sighed and thoroughly exhausted. And as he spoke, he did an unusual thing. He lifted his glass and drank it down in one swallow, although it was still half of it left. He got it and went slowly to get himself under the drip. I'll get it, she cried, jumping. Sit down, he said. When he came back, she noticed that the new drink was a very strong one. She washed him as he began to drink. I think it's a shame, she said, that when someone's been a policeman as long as you have. He still has to walk around all the day long. He didn't answer Darling, She said, If you're too tired to eat out tonight as we had planned, I can fix you something. There's plenty of meat and stuff in the freezer. Her eyes waited to an answer, a smile and nod, but he made no sign. Anyway, she went on. I'll get you some bread and cheese. I don't want it, he said. She moved uneasily entertain. But you have to have supper. I can easily fix you something. I would like to do it. We can't have lamp anything. You want everything in the freezer. Forget it, he said. But, darling, you have to eat. I'll do it anyway. And then you can have it or not. As he like, she stood up and put place her suing on the table by the down. Sit down, he said, just for a minute. Sit down. It wasn't until then that he began to get frightened. Go on, he said. Sit down. She lowered herself into the watching him all the time with clouds, puzzled eyes. He had finished the second drink and was staring into the glass. Listen, he said, I've got something to tell you. What is it, darling? What's the matter? He became absolutely motionless, and he kept his head down. This is going to be a shock to you, I'm afraid, he said. But I thought about it a good deal, and I have decided that the only thing to do is to tell you immediately. And he told her it didn't take No. Four or five minutes at most, and she sat still through it all, watching him puzzled horror. So there it is, he added, and I know it's a tough time to be telling you this, but there simply wasn't any other way. Of course, I'll give you money and see that you are taken care of. But there really shouldn't be any problem. I hope not. In any case, it wouldn't be very good for my job. Her first instinct was not to believe any of it. She thought that perhaps she had imagined the whole thing. Perhaps if she acted as though she had not heard him, she would find out that none of it had ever happened and fix some supper, she whispered When she walked across the room, she couldn't feel her feet touching the floor. She couldn't feel anything except a slight sickness. She did everything without thinking. She went downstairs to the freezer and took hold of the first object she found. She lifted it out and looked at it. It was wrapped in paper, so she took off the paper and looked at again a leg of lamb. All right, then they would have lamps for super. She carried it upstairs, help the thin end with both her hands. She went into the living room, saw him standing by the window with his back to her and stopped. I've already told you, he said, Don't make supper for me and going out. At that point, marry Melanie simply walked up behind him, and without any pause, she swung the big frozen leg of lamb high in the air and brought it down as hard as she could on the back of his head. She might as well have hit him with a steel bar. She stepped back waiting, and the strange thing was that he remained standing there for at least four or five seconds. Then he crashed onto the carpet, the violence of the crash, the noise, the small table overturning, held to bring her out of the shock. She came out slowly, feeling cold and surprised, and she stood for a few minutes, looking at the body, still holding the piece of meat tightly with both hands. All right, she told herself. So I killed him. 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 what the punishment would be. It made no difference to her. In fact, it would be a relief. On the other hand, what about the baby? What were the laws about murderers with unborn Children? Did they kill them both? Mother and child? Did they wait until the baby was born? What did they do? Mary Melanie didn't know, and she wasn't prepared to take a chance. She carried the meat into the kitchen, put it into a pan, turned on the oven and put the pan inside. Then she washed her hands and ran upstairs, sat down in front of the mirror, fixed her makeup and tried to smile. The smile was rather peculiar. she tried again. Hello, Sam, she said, brightly allowed. The voice sounded peculiar to I Want Some potatoes. Sam. Yes, and perhaps a can of beans. That was better. Both the smile and the voice sounded better. Now. She practiced them several times more. Then she ran downstairs, took her coat and went out the back door through the garden into the street. It wasn't six or flock yet, and the lights were still on in the neighborhood crossing. Hello, Sam, she said brightly smiling at the man in the shop. Good evening, Mr Melanie. How are you? I want some potatoes, please. Sam. Yes. And perhaps a can of beans to Patrick's decided. He's tired and he doesn't want to eat out tonight. She told him they usually go out on Thursdays, you know? And now I don't have any visit. Doubles in the house. Then How about some Meet Mr Melanie Asked the crossing. No, I've got meat. Thanks. I've got a nice leg of plan from the freezer. Do you want these potatoes, Mrs Melanie? Oh, yes. They'll be fine. £2 please. Anything else? The grocer turned his head to one side looking at home. How about desert. What are you going to give him a desert? How about a nice piece of cake? I know he likes cake. Pop it, she said. He loves it. And when she had bought and paid for everything, she gave her brightest smile and said, Thank you, Sam. Good night. And now, she told herself as he headed back home, she was returning to her husband and he was waiting for his supper. She had to cook it well and make it taste as good as possible because the poor man was tired and and if she found anything unusual or terrible when she got home that it would be a shop and she would have to react with grief and horror. Of course, she was not expecting to find anything unusual at home. She was just going home with the vegetables on Thursday evening to cook dinner. Her husband. That's the way she told herself. Do everything normally keep things absolutely natural, and there'll be no need for acting at all. How she entered the kitchen by the back door, she was quietly singing to herself. Patrick, she called. How are you, darling? She put the package on the table and went into the living room, and when she saw him lying there on the floor, it really was a shock. All the old love for him came back to her, and she ran over to him, knelt down beside him and began to cry hard. It was easy. No acting was necessary. A few minutes later, she got up and went to the whole. She knew the number of the police station, and when the man at the other end answered, she cried to him. Quick, come quickly. Patrick's dead. Who's speaking? Mrs Melanie? Mrs Patrick Melanie. Do you mean that Patrick's dead? I think so. She cried. He's lying on the floor, and I think he's dead. Will be there immediately. The man said the car came very quickly, and when she opened the front door, two policemen walked in. She knew them both. She knew nearly all the men at the police station. She fell into Jack Newman's arms, crying uncontrollably. He put her gently into a chair. Is he dead? She cried. I'm afraid he is what happened in a few words, she told her story about going to the crosser and coming back when she found him on the floor while she was crying and talking, Noonan found some dried blood on the dead man's head. He hurried to the whole. Some other men began to arrive. A doctor to detectives, police photographer and a man who knew about fingerprints. The detectives kept asking her a lot of questions. They always treated her kindly. She told them how she put the meat into the urban. It's there now and how she had gone to the crossroads for vegetables and how she came back to find him lying. The two detectives were exceptionally nice to her. They searched the house, sometimes dark. Noonan spoke to her gently. He told her that her husband had been killed by a blow to the back of the head. They were looking for the weapon. The murderer might have taken it with him, but he might have thrown it away or hidden it. It's the whole story, he said. Get the weapon and you've got the modular. Later, one of the detectives sat down beside her. Did she know? He asked of anything in the house that could have been used as a weapon? Would she look around to see if anything was missing. The sort went on. It began to get laid. It was nearly nine o'clock, the men searching the rooms over getting tired. Jack, she said. Would you like a drink? You must be extremely tired. Well, he answered, It's not allowed by police rules. But since you're a friend, they stood around with drinks in their hands. The detectives were uncomfortable with her, and they tried to securing things to her. Jack Newman walked into the kitchen, came up quickly and said, Look, Mrs Melanie, did you know that you're open is still on and the meat is still inside? Oh, she said. So it is. I better turn it off. She returned with tearful eyes. Would you do me a favor here? You all are all good friends of Patrick's, and you're helping to catch the man who killed him. You must be very hungry by now because it's long past your supper time, and I know that Patrick's would never forgive me if I let you stay in the house without offering you anything to eat. Why don't you eat up the land in the organ? I wouldn't dream of it, Noonan said, Please, she begged. Personally, I couldn't eat a thing, but it would be a favor to me if you ate it up. Then you can go with your book. The detectives hesitated, but they were hungry, and in the end they went into the kitchen and helped themselves to suffer. The woman stayed where she was and listened to them through the open door. She could hear them speaking among themselves, and their voices were thick because their mouths were full of meat. Have some more, Charlie. No, we'd better not finish it. She wants us to finish it, she said. Out to eat it up. That's a big bar. The murderer must have used to hit Poor Patrick. The doctor says the back of his head was broken to pieces. That's why the weapon should be easy to find exactly what I say. Whoever did it, he can't carry a weapon that big around with him. Personally, I think the weapon is somewhere near the house. It's probably right under our noses. What do you think, Jack? And in the other room, Mary Melanie began to love