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I al “And now he sits on our jury”

Then I recognized the man beside hi on Moody’s dead brother I felt

Scooter Willeh Everyone who’d ever had a hand in a lynching in this part of Mississippi had been assiduously recorded, their faces plainly recognizable Sos were of victims I’d heard about, others were news to us

The horror increased with just about every picture Before ere through, we’d seen the faces of ht of murder and mayhem

What a record of guilt! What ah

“Just put ’eet out of here”

“No, y’all can stay,” I heard

Chapter 117

THE BLACK CURTAIN was yanked aside, and the studio flooded with light At first I couldn’t make out who they were, but there were five of thehter than our lantern, and they dazzled us

“I don’t recall inviting any of you folks here,” a voice said That high nasal whine had to be Scooter Willems’s

As he moved his torch I saw them all

Two nize

Phineas Eversman, chief of police

And Senator Richard Nottingham, Elizabeth’s husband

“Go ahead and finish packing up,” said Nottingha to do it”