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It was getting late and lights were going on here and there in a tall office building across the street. I had been in Fulwider's office all the afternoon. I had told my story twenty times. It was all true-what I told.
Cops had been in and out, ballistics and print men, record men, reporters, half a dozen city officials, even an A. P. Correspondent. The correspondent didn't like his handout and said so.