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So there was Mooney, driving a stolen panel truck, Mooney the bankrupt, Mooney the ne'er-do-well, and now Mooney the accomplice murderer. Or so he thought, though the pale-eyed man had laughed like a panther when he'd asked.
He rehearsed little speeches all the day down U. S. One, Mooney did, and they all began: "Your Honor, I didn't know -- "