I was taken to jail because of the crime committed by the one who had me arrested. But I had been seen coming from the house and I had dropped my handkerchief while wiping the tears from my eyes.
I WAS HAILED AND CONFRONTED BY THE REAL MURDERER AND OFFICER.
It was thought to be a plain case with convincing proof—of circumstantial evidence. Thrown in jail, I was at a loss to know what to do. I was not guilty, but to prove it was the next thing, and the most important thing to do. I hailed the turnkey as he passed, and asked for an attorney. I was favored with the services of one. I did some good thinking as to how I should prove my innocence.
“Well, my friend,” said the attorney, “I have come to see what I can do for you. I see you need help. You do not look like a very bad man or a criminal.”
“I thank you, sir,” I replied. “I am not either, but why am I accused of murder?”
“Murder! You a murderer? Oh, no, I hope not!”
“I am not, but how shall I make the court understand that I am innocent?”