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"Is Abby all right?" asked Izumi, suddenly becoming concerned.
"As far as I know, Ma'am," smiled the Sheriff. "This is about another
matter, altogether."
John put on his jacket, kissed Izumi, and stepped outside with the Sheriff.
"What is it, Henry?" asked John, puzzled by his friend's strange behavior.
"Do you remember hearing me talk of Richard Doyle?" asked the Sheriff.
"The warden of the state penitentiary in Watertown?" replied John.
"The very one, Sir," affirmed Henry. "Well, Richard, I mean Dick,
called me up yesterday and told me about this inmate he's been helping for about
two years. His name is Jake Murphy and he's going to be paroled early next week.
Jake doesn't have anyone on the outside, so Dick has been trying to find him a job
and a place to stay." Here the Sheriff hesitated, as if trying to choose his
words carefully.
John stiffened, sensing something hard was about to be asked of him.
"The thing is," continued Henry, "with a record like Jake's, he doesn't
stand a chance on the outside, without someone to kind of help him along. That's
where I come in. So far, I've been able to find him a job as a janitor at the Old
Mill Camp Ground, but I haven't been able to find him any place to stay. I was wondering
if Jake might be able to rent the little yellow house from you-- you know, the one
you used to live in before you married."
"What was Jake convicted of?" asked John.
"Second-degree murder."
"It's out of the question!" exclaimed John. "I can't have someone
like that living right next to us!"
"Well, now," said the Sheriff, "I can understand that-- I really can.
But this is what you might call, a special circumstance."
Then the Sheriff began to relate the history of Jake, or the amount that Warden Doyle
had told him of, and how Jake and the prison warden had become friends.
Beginning at the tender age of four, Jake Murphy's father raped and tortured his
son. The Sheriff didn't give any more detail on that point, for he didn't know any
more. At twelve, Jake ran away from home and lived with his grandmother. When Jake
turned fifteen, he returned to his father's house, and waited outside in the bushes
for him to come home. Jake was carrying a sharp kitchen knife from his grandmother's
house. You see, he intended to kill his father.
When the father returned home and found his son there, a fight of words and fists
ensued, which at last resulted in the death of Mr. Murphy. According to Jake, he
had changed his mind at the last moment, and had only finally struck out at his father
to save his own life. The District Attorney, however, didn't see it that way. Because
the knife had come from Jake's grandmother's house, and not his father's, the District
Attorney argued that this was evidence of premeditated murder. Jake's attorney argued
that it had been self-defense. The D.A. said there was a witness-- an old woman across
the street who saw the whole thing. When it was proved in the D.A.'s office that
her eyesight wasn't everything she had said it was, the D.A. offered Jake a plea-bargain
of second-degree murder, instead of the first degree charge that he had originally
wanted. Seeing little choice, Jake accepted. He was tried as an adult and sentenced
to sixteen years in an adult state penitentiary.
"John," continued the Sheriff, "seven years into his sentence, Jake
attempted suicide. Soon after, Dick became warden. He took an interest in Jake and
witnessed to him. When he accepted Christ, Dick said there was a noticeable change
in him. Now I come to the present. Jake's been in the state penitentiary for nine
years, and he's up for parole. Since Dick was willing to recommend his release, they're
going to let him out on parole next Monday. Like I said before, I was able to find
him a job as a janitor at the Old Mill Camp Ground, but for the life of me, I just
can't find anyone willing to rent an ex-con a place to stay. Three Mile Bay is determined
not to help Jake Murphy, and that's a fact! John, if you could see your way
to let him rent the little yellow house, it surely would help."
John sighed heavily. After hearing the story, he had to admit that it did
sound like a special circumstance.
"I have to talk it over with Izumi," said John. "If you'll wait here,
Henry, I think we can give you an answer, shortly."
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