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Show page 126 with the lantern. He remembered her looking at him; looking through him, r e a l l y , with pained expression. When the question of a defense lawyer came up, someone mentioned Flam F a r r e l l , whom Storey knew, a s far back as eight years. Soon a f t e r Flam's coming to our town Flam's wife Hazel began running around with a bank t e l l e r . It was known to everyone that Flam asked her to stop, that she just laughed in his face and kept i t up. Flam drove around the county a lot then, trying to decide whether to k i l l his wife and the bank t e l l er together or separately. Said he prayed a l o t . He stopped at Storey's place several times. He and Storey went fishing together. Storey and the fishing seemed to help Flam. At least he held his peace u n t i l he accumulated $3000 and gave t h i s sum to his wife. She and the bank t e l l e r left for Florida. Flam got his divorce and in proper time married a common-sense banker's daughter from Atlanta. So Storey, when i t came to defense lawyers, was p a r t i a l to Flam F a r r e l l. The window of Storey's j a i l cell faced Seventh street, affording him a view of an e n t i r e block from one end to the other. On the doxvn-corner across the street was a two-storied, white frame house with a wide front porch that had once been the home of Judge Williams, now Mrs. Guest's boarding house. Biding time for F a r r e l l , Storey recalled Ben Sapp's words, "Anne lives at Mrs. G u e s t ' s ." F a r r e l l arrived, accompanied by the sheriff and a r a t t l e of keys, and once inside shook hands with Storey. Farrell seemed older than Storey had remembered. |