lamb to the slaughter continuation- mrs maloney's feelings

i could feel the icy-cold sweat on my face as the police finally left the house. With a grim smile, i picked up the last piece of evidence of the murder, the remains of the over-cooked lamb-leg, and threw it into the dustbin.Now that the evidence was gone, i fell into the chair, relieved.

It was close, very close, too close, but she had made it. She collepsed onto her bedfeeling slightly reliefed. The paln had worked