There was only one way for you to be rid of Bob Grand after
that--and only one man to do it for you. So I came down here to do it.
Ernie Cronk ran across me on the street one night. He began filling me
up with stories of how Grand had also tried to hurt Christine, and all
about how you were living like a princess abroad. I waited until Grand
came back from England, a couple of weeks later. Ernie had got me
clear off my head by that time, nagging me day and night. He tried to
get me to drink, but I was too wise for that. Well, I found Bob Grand
and, like a fool, started in to tell him what I was going to do to him
instead of doing it first. All of a sudden he pulled a gun. I had no
chance, so I bolted. He fired twice and yelled for the police. They--
they caught me in an alley--and I had a gun in my clothes, too. The
next morning he came to see me in the station-house--to identify me,
he said. Then he told me he was going to send me up for highway
robbery--but he was willing, for your sake and Christine's, to say
nothing about the past--or anything. He did swear me into the pen, and
I kept my mouth closed.
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