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Chapter 10 Ten days later. James Walker is all right in body now, and his mind shows improvement too. I start with him for Denver to-morrow morning. Next night. Brief note, mailed at a way station. As we were starting, this morning, Hillyer whispered to me: Keep this news from Walker until you think it safe and not likely to disturb his mind and check his improvement: the ancient crime he spoke of was really committedand by his cousin, as he said. We buried the real criminal the other daythe unhappiest man that has lived in a centuryFlint Buckner. His real name was Jacob Fuller! There, mother, by help of me, an unwitting mourner, your husband and my father is in his grave. Let him rest. |
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