A/N: This is basically what has happened so far-the landlady tells the man to sign the guestbook, and he discovers there's only ever been three guests. He finds that she has had her dead pets stuffed to keep her company. They look very much alive. The landlady then offers the man a cup of tea, which tastes like bitter almonds. That's all Roald Dahl's written. HeThe man, because I can't recall his name.
Disclaimer: I don't own the story "The Landlady", but I do own its ending.
He continued sipping the tea to be polite, but it really was quite awful. The landlady kept chattering on about her previous guests. He wished she would be quiet. He was starting to feel slightly sick. Her voice zoned out as he fainted in his chair. The landlady's eyes glinted. She reached over to check his pulse, which was weakening. After she'd ascertained he was dead, she headed into the kitchen. The landlady wheeled a trolley out, hoisting the now dead man on. She maneuvered him, with much difficulty, up the stairs into her room. The landlady walked towards the opposite side of the room, opening a large chest, which contained taxidermy supplies. She wheeled the latest dead body over and began the preservation process. There were already two human corpses there, perfectly preserved by stuffing. The landlady sighed. It was almost a shame to have to kill this one. He was quite a fine young man. All the more reason to be preserved forever, she thought.
