A Mind That Found Itself - An Autobiography by Clifford Whittingham Beers
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been waiting for a chance to tell this man my very thoughts. I had come
to believe him a true friend who would not betray me. "If I should tell you things which you apparently don't know, you would understand why I am held here," I said. "Well, tell me," he urged. "Will you promise not to repeat my statements to any one else?" "I promise not to say a word." "Well," I remarked, "you have seen certain persons who have come here, professing to be relatives of mine." "Yes, and they are your relatives, aren't they?" "They look like my relatives, but they're not," was my reply. My inquisitive friend burst into laughter and said, "Well, if you mean _that_, I shall have to take back what I just said. You are really the craziest person I have ever met, and I have met several." "You will think differently some day," I replied; for I believed that when my trial should occur, he would appreciate the significance of my remark. I did not tell him that I believed these callers to be detectives; nor did I hint that I thought myself in the hands of the police. Meanwhile, during July and August, 1902, I redoubled my activity in |
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