He
made up his mind to kill this dreaded stranger, and to follow that
deed with another of the same sort which would deliver him of Isaac
Perry. But the stranger disappeared. He did not come to claim his
blood money. The terror which fell upon Frank Jenison was
overpowering. He sent for Isaac Perry, hoping against hope that the
stranger had lied and that with the negro's support he could defy him.
Perry came to Richmond, expecting to receive his promised reward in
coin of the realm. The half-crazed white man accused him of treachery.
The negro lawyer vehemently denied every allegation, but, becoming
alarmed by the other's manner, fell into a panic of fear and began
shooting.
At the end of his confession, Frank Jenison said:
"My soul is black. It is already charred by the fires of hell. I was a
traitor to our beloved cause, although acquitted of the charge by
fraud and deception. I killed my own father. I would have killed
others. My nephew has long borne the stain of guilt that is going with
me to a dishonored grave. I go with the brand of Cain on my soul.
There will be no rest for me in the hereafter.
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