"Matron!"
The bony matron unlocked the cell. "Come with me."
"Matron, I killed them. I shot them!"
"Come with me."
The matron led her into a small, dim room.
The tweedy man smiled confidentially around his pipe. "Are you ready to go home, Mrs. Davis?"
"But I murdered them. You have to keep me here!" She tried to catch the lapels of his suit.
He smiled again. "Who did you murder, Mrs. Davis?"
"All of them. You know I did it. I shot them, and they were all dead. He said so—the policeman." Her hands shook.