“Yeah, that was what I was checking at the cemetery. He really did. It runs in his family; at least, Dick’s father died the same way, real early—though not as early as Dick.”

“I can sure give it a lot of thought, since I don’t have anything else to do,” Tolliver said, trying hard not to sound bitter.

I cleared my throat. “I brought one of your books. They’re searching it for hidden messages, I guess, and they’ll pass it on to you when you go back to your cell.”

“Oh, thanks.” There was a pause while he struggled not to say anything, but he lost. “You know, I ended up in here so I can’t stop someone when they try to hurt you.”

“I know.”

“I feel as angry as I’ve ever felt in my life.”

“I got that.”

“But we have to know who wanted me in here so bad.”

“Surely . . . surely it must be Jay Hopkins?”

“What’s your figuring on that?”

“Marv Bledsoe is a good buddy of Jay Hopkins. And Marv’s a cousin of Paul Edwards. Or else it was Harvey the sheriff, himself, who told Marv to arrest you.”

“Of the three, I’d rather this be Jay’s doing.”

I nodded. Jay was the weakest of the three.

“Time’s up,” the jailer said, and the other two visitors stood. Tolliver and I looked at each other. I was making a huge effort not to look as anxious as I felt. I suspected Tolliver was doing the same.

“I’ll see you tomorrow in the courtroom,” he said, when the jailer showed signs of impatience. I let go of his hands and pushed back the chair.

Five minutes later, I was standing out in the cold, bright day, wondering what I should do next. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if anyone was looking at me, and if that anyone had a rifle in his hands. I wondered if I would live long enough to get Tolliver out of jail. I despised myself for my fear, because at least I was free; my brother was not. He was probably not any safer in jail than I was walking around, especially if our enemy turned out to be the sheriff.

I could see from the traffic that school had let out for the day. So I wasn’t surprised when my new best friend, Mary Nell Teague, pulled up in her little car. “Come for a ride,” she called, and I climbed in the front seat. I was surprised she was by herself, and I was also surprised that she would want to approach me so publicly.

“Have you seen him?” she asked, backing out and driving away at what I could only think was a reckless speed.

“Yes.”