The May moon shone bright upon the private boarding-house of Mrs. Murphy. By reference to the almanac a large amount of territory will be discovered upon which its rays also fell.
The windows of Mrs. Murphy's boarding-house were open.
He returned with the news that Mrs. Murphy's little boy, Mike, was lost.
Mrs. Murphy shrieked to the moon: "Oh, ar-r-Mike, f'r Gawd's sake, where is me little bit av a boy?"
"Oh," wailed Mrs. Murphy, "'twas yisterday, or maybe four hours ago!
"Listen at the cryin' of poor Mrs. Murphy," she said.
Mrs. Murphy ploughed back and forth in their midst, like a soft mountain down which plunged an audible cataract of tears.
Old man Denny folded his paper and hurried up the steps just as Mrs. Murphy was about to lock the door for the night
Forbes does a fine reading of this latest in Brown's suspenseful series featuring the fictional sleuthing talents of Mary Minor "Harry" Haristeen and her beloved cat
Mrs. Murphy, her corgi Tee Tucker and her fat.
Brown is known primarily for her best-sellers (Rubyfruit Jungle, Venus Envy, and the
Mrs. Murphy mystery series), and here she reveals the inspiration for most of her better-known stories.