her. My wife is a good Christian, and she believes in doing good deeds. So I stopped, and my wife asked the young woman where she was headed. She said she needed to get to Jarrett Creek, and I told her weâd be going right through there on our way home and weâd take her where she wanted to go.â
âI appreciate your calling,â I say. âYouâre filling in a gap for me. What can you tell me about your experience with her? What was she like?â
He pauses, as if gathering his thoughts. âWell, sir, she was an unusual type person. My wife asked her who her people were and what brought her to town. She said she was the daughter of the Blakes out north of Jarrett Creek, and that she had been gone for a while and was coming home. But then my wife asked her where sheâd been when she was away, and that was the wrong question. She got snippy. She said nobody needed to poke into her business. My wife apologized and said she hadnât intended to pry, that she was only being friendly. But the woman stayed kind of surly after that. Kept grumbling that people ought to mind their own business. Kind of talking to herself, like.â
âDoesnât sound like she was appreciative of the help you gave her by giving her a ride.â
âNo, she wasnât. I didnât pay much attention myself, but my wife said she didnât even thank us. Not that we did it for thanks. We store up good works that our Father in heaven will appreciate in due time. But it did seem like she was lacking in manners. Hold on a minute. My wife wants to tell you something.â
I hear him say, âDonât go on and on. Heâll be busy.â
âHello?â
âYes maâam. I appreciate you and your husband calling. What is it you want to add?â
âItâs a silly thing, but I remember thinking at the time that she was asking for trouble. So when the paper said she was killed . . . what?â I hear her husband whispering to her. âOh, okay. My husband says I ought to let you go.â
âIâd like to hear what you were going to tell me.â
âIt wasnât important.â
âMrs. Curtis, you never know when something is going to be important.â
âAll right. What happened was, the girl told us she knew a thing or two about some peopleâs business, and that people would pay good money for her to keep her mouth shut. I thought to myself, âYoung lady, you are asking for big trouble.ââ
âDid she mention anything specific?â
âNo, like I said, she was hinting around. I donât mind telling you, it made me nervous. I donât hold with people talking behind peopleâs backs. I never heard anybody talk like that before except on TV. I was glad when we saw the last of her. I guess she did get herself into trouble.â
If Nonie followed through with trying to blackmail somebody, it looks like the family might be off the hook. I wonder who Nonie was referring to, and how she found out incriminating information about them. Iâm hoping that in the police file thereâs some mention of people she might have had problems withâsomething to lead me to figure out who she was talking about.
Ennis Whitehallâs report was never typed up, but he wrote it out in small, neat handwriting that squares with the kind of man I remember him beingâprecise and unflappable.
âI was called out to the Blake household by Adelaide Blake, who said her son Billy had just saved her younger daughter Charlotte from being hanged by her older sister. Upon arrival, I found Charlotte (eight years of age), traumatized, with rope burns around her neck. The family physician, Doctor Taggart, had been called in and he arrived shortly after I did. I talked to the son, Billy Blake, twelve years old. He seems like a boy with some sense.
âHe described coming into the backyard near their stock tank to find his older