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Events Concerning the Last Evening of Molly Malone

Steve Bennett - 07:19pm Oct 22, 2008 PST

A middle-aged woman named Molly Malone decided to spend an evening alone, sorting out papers as she sat at her desk, thinking tonight she would get little rest.

She had to look through all the letters she’d found in her husband’s bedroom, when he wasn’t around, which spoke of a love he never had known with his wife, but at last he had finally been shown.

And then she would tackle the figures and facts; it seemed her accountant was deducting his tax from her company’s profits, which had grown to a size they were there for the taking, to his tempted eyes.

A card from her lover, upset by her note: “Going back with my husband,” was all she had wrote. But he had had trouble with what he had read, said he’d never allow it, she’d be better off dead.

And lastly, more bills from her step-son, the bum. Reckless driving had driven up quite a large sum, which she’d have paid gladly if respect he had lent, but all she received in return was contempt.

As she heard the housekeeper, downstairs in the parlor, cleaning, as always, with little known ardor, Molly read on all the words of her life. She never expected the one with the knife.

The housekeeper found her next morning, quite dead, the knife still imbedded at the base of her head. The constables quickly arrived on the scene hoping no one had wiped any of the fingerprints clean.

They cordoned and questioned, searched all around, and after it all this is what they had found: Poor Molly was murdered by person(s) unknown, at 10 p.m., while she sat in her study, alone.

The husband considered what Molly had found then freely admitted he’d been sleeping around. But he swore up and down he’d agreed with his wife they would both discard lovers and begin a new life. So he’d gone to his lover (whom he would not name) to say things between them could not stay the same.

The nervous housekeeper, full of jitters and fright, said she hadn’t heard anything strange the whole night. The master had gone after dinner was done and hadn’t returned home until quarter of one. She had finished the cleaning, watched tv, had a snack, then locked all the doors in the front and the back.

The step-son was viewed as an unbalanced type who claimed he’d been cramming with friends all that night. That was confirmed, but it wasn’t denied it was by his own knife that poor Molly had died. It seemed it was part of his rare knife collection, the only one taken from that fine selection.

Molly’s accountant said he had been framed. The books were in order and yet he’d been blamed. Yes, she had told him that he would be fired, but just two days later had his services hired. Besides, he was busy the evening before, dining with clients, until 11, or more.

Lastly, her lover was questioned and he admitted on having the home’s extra key. He had been jealous and mad, it was true, but resigned himself that he and Molly were through. “Where were you–?” was asked. “At work,” came his answer, “at the Pink Palace where I’m a male dancer.”

The constables couldn’t make sense of the mess. Who had killed Molly was anyone’s guess. But one little clue finally made them decide: Out of all of the facts there was one little lie.

Stop! Who lied? Who killed Molly? Only one lie has been told.


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