He tried to read it, but his hand shook so that
he had to put it on his knee, and then he discovered that his eyes
had not yet got used to the light. He could not see the print. "I
c-c-can't," he wailed.
And the other man took the paper from him. "I'll read it to you," he
said. "Now you listen, and put your mind on it, and make sure I've
got it all right."
And so Guffey started to read an elaborate legal document: "I, Peter
Gudge, being duly sworn do depose and declare--" and so on. It was
an elaborate and detailed story about a man named Jim Goober, and
his wife and three other men, and how they had employed Peter to buy
for them certain materials to make bombs, and how Peter had helped
them to make the bombs in a certain room at a certain given address,
and how they had put the bombs in a suit-case, with a time clock to
set them off, and how Isaacs, the jitney driver, had driven them to
a certain corner on Main Street, and how they had left the suit-case
with the bombs on the street in front of the Preparedness Day
parade.
It was very simple and clear, and Peter, as he listened, was almost
ready to cry with delight, realizing that this was all he had to do
to escape from his horrible predicament.
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