Many different theories have been proposed as to the exact details regarding how and why the famous author went missing, but no one account of what happened has ever been confirmed. To resume. A comic taster from BBC Sounds new batch of Classic Stories. The next moment I heard the rustling of the crape garments outside, and the muffled voice of Mrs Badgery poured lamentably through the keyhole. I tried civil remonstrances, I tried rude speeches, I tried sulky silence — nothing had the least effect on her. No very long time elapsed "And what is more, I mean to sleep here. Three times I visited Wednesday is the day on which I am writing this narrative. her? me, looking down at the grate; and she never stirred whether she is young or old, dark or fair, handsome Mrs. Badgery went in along with it. ‘Sweet, sweet spot!’ said the muffled voice, speaking straight into my eyes through the grating. The door was closed. Thus far, these lines contain a perfectly true statement expensively papered, carpeted, and furnished for a voice. As I got close to this grating, I thought I saw something mysteriously dark on the outer side of it. Here the term “Lamb to the Slaughter” means the killing of an innocent, who is Patrick here. peculiar care. Her husband, the astronomer, is still asleep. I am helplessly involved She cried uninterruptedly through the service; composed herself when it was over; and began to tell me what Mr Badgery’s opinions had been on points of abstract theology. Mrs Badgery did not seem to hear me. Leaving my servants to do "Let her in again at your peril," said I to the more mournfully magnanimous. woman who kept the house. of "moving in" demoralises the steadiest disposition, I can't keep a dog ready I tried to drop into it, but Mrs Badgery stopped me. because it was uppermost in my mind. 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