“That reason for running.”
“It happens to be the truth.”
I looked her straight in the eyes, said, “You know better, Rob. No one had thought you might have been implicated in the murder of that young man with whom you were riding back in 1937, but two murders in a girl’s life are just too many murders. They’d begin to ask questions about that old murder, and they wouldn’t be the same kind of questions they asked you five years ago.”
“Honest, Donald, I never thought of that. But-well, I guess it’s an angle to take into consideration. It’s something to think of, all right.”
“Let’s go back to that love bandit. Did they ever catch him?”
“Yes.”
“Did he confess?”
“Not to that crime. He always denied having had anything to do with that. He confessed to a couple of others.”
“What did they do with him?”
“Hanged him.”