“I hear someone talking, but I do not see anyone. Did you hear anyone?”
“Yes, I did. I heard the voice say, ‘Son, get strength.’ I heard that and more.”
“‘You will be out soon’—did you hear that?”
“I did.”
Once more to “the carpet”—this time with more hope than before, that the truth would come out.
On entering I saw that the officer looked pale. He seemed to be very much worried.
“Good morning, sir. I have a very mysterious letter here. Can you tell me anything about it? You may read it.”
I saw the words, “I am the real murderer of the mysterious woman ghost.” I cried out:
“I prayed to God that the real murderer would come and acknowledge that he did the crime, for I knew that I did not, and I know who did.”