INDICTED
"Well, Spotty, I've got to hand it to you! Certainly you did put one over on me!"
"Not intentional, Colonel. So help me—not intentional!"
"Well, maybe not, but I've got to hand it to you. If I didn't know that slip of mine in front of the truck was pure accident, I'd say you staged it just to make a good get-away."
"I couldn't do that, Colonel."
"I don't know, Spotty. You're a clever kid."
"But I couldn't do that. I was on the level in saving you. You've got to give me credit for that," pleaded the gunman.
"I know you were, Spotty. And that's why I gave you a chance to get away. But I never thought it was for a job like this—murder."
"And it wasn't, Colonel—it wasn't! So help me, I never laid eyes on the old lady—dead or alive! Murder? I should say not!"
"Then how did you get that diamond cross? Answer me!"