Peyton Gault smoothed back his hair and propped one foot on a lower rail. He said, ‘I guess I knew the worst when he was five and Jayne had a puppy. Just the nicest little dog, a mutt.’ He paused again. ‘Well’ - his voice caught - ‘the puppy disappeared and that night Jayne woke up to find it dead in her bed. Temple probably strangled it.’

‘You said Jayne eventually lived on the West Coast?’ I asked.

‘Rachael and I didn’t know what else to do. We knew it was a matter of time before he killed her -which he almost succeeded in doing later on, it’s my belief. You see, I had a brother in Seattle. Luther.’

‘The general,’ I said.

He continued staring straight ahead. ‘I guess you folks do know a lot about us. Temple’s made damn sure of that. And next thing I’ll be reading about it in books and seeing it on movies.’ He pounded his fist softly on the rail.

‘Jayne moved in with your brother and his wife?’

“And we kept Temple in Albany. Believe me, if I could have sent him off and held on to her, that’s what I would have done. She was a sweet, sensitive child. Real dreamy and kind.’ Tears rolled down his cheeks. ‘She could play the piano and the saxophone, and Luther loved her like one of his. He had sons.

‘All went as well as could be expected, in light of the trouble we had on our hands. Rachael and I went out to Seattle several times a year. I’m telling you, it was hard on me, but it nearly broke her heart. Then we made a big mistake.’

He paused until he could talk again, clearing his throat several times. ‘Jayne insisted she wanted to come home one summer. And I guess this was when she was about to turn twenty-five, and she wanted to spend her birthday with everyone. So she, Luther and his wife, Sara, flew to Albany from Seattle. Temple acted like he wasn’t fazed a bit, and I remember …’

He cleared his throat. ‘I remember so clearly thinking that maybe everything would be okay. Maybe he’d finally outgrown whatever it was that possessed him. Jayne had a grand time at her party, and she decided to take our old hound dog, Snaggle-tooth, out for a walk. She wanted her picture taken, and we did that. Among the pecan trees. Then we all went back into the house except her and Temple.

‘He came in around suppertime and I said to him, “Where’s your sister?”

‘He replied, “She said she was going horseback riding.”

‘Well, we waited and we waited, and she didn’t come back. So Luther and I went out to hunt for her. We found her horse still saddled up and wandering about the stable, and she was there on the ground with all this blood everywhere.’