In a year the situation of Mr. Ralph Spencer was this: he had won the respect of most of the inhabitants of the place, his shoe-store was prospering, and he and Annabel were to be married in two weeks. Mr. Adams, Annabel¡¯s father, who was a typical country banker, approved of Spencer. Annabel herself was very proud of her fianc¨¦. In fact her pride almost equaled her affection. Jimmy was as much at home in the family of Mr. Adams and that of Annabel¡¯s married sister as if he were already a member.
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One day Jimmy sat down in his room and wrote this letter which he sent to the address of one his old friends:
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I want you to be at Brown¡¯s Cafe, in Little Rock, next Wednesday night at nine o¡¯clock. I want you to do something for me. And, also, I want to make you a present of my tools. I know you¡¯ll be glad to get them¡ªyou couldn¡¯t get such a set for a thousand dollars. Say, Billy, I gave up the old business¡ªa year ago. I¡¯ve got a nice store. I¡¯m making an honest living, and in two weeks I¡¯m going to marry the finest girl on earth. It¡¯s the only life, Billy, the straight one. I wouldn't¡¯ touch a dollar of another man¡¯s money now for a million. After I get married I¡¯m going to sell my store and go west, where there won¡¯t be so much danger of meeting people who knew me before. I tell you, Billy, she¡¯s an angel. She believes in me and I would never do another crooked thing for the whole world. Do come to Brown¡¯s, for I must see you. I¡¯ll bring the tools with me.
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On the Monday night after Jimmy wrote this letter, Ben Price, the detective, arrived in Elmore. He walked about the town quietly until he found out what he wanted to know. From the drugstore across the street from Spencer¡¯s shoe-store he got a good look at Ralph D. Spencer.
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