"I had been tracked by a customs-officer, who had lost sight of me near the tavern; feeling certain that I intended to pass the night there, he had re...urned to summon his comrades, who just arrived in time to hear the report of the pistol, and to take me in the midst of such circumstantial proofs of my guilt as rendered all hopes of proving my innocence utterly futile. One only chance was left me, that of beseeching the magistrate before whom I was taken to cause every inquiry to be made for. " Ed, do you hear the way he's talking to me in riddles? Aren't you going to do something?"Ed looked over his paper. "Did you say something, dear? Did Ben tell you he's going to meet with Beverly?"Jen looked at me, showing concern in her eyes. "You don't have to do that, Benny." I don't mind." Well, I DO!" she said, getting up from the table and leaving the room, heading upstairs.After she left the room, Ed reiterated his threat from the night before. "We've got to have that job, Ben.. My body still aches from what they have done to me already. Before I can fight back, like I could at this point my arms are forced into restraints on either side of the bed and then with a lot more effort as I am struggling with them now they manage to secure my legs spread painfully as wide as they will go. A slap to the face and another one going in the opposite direction make me cry out in pain. The gag is removed from my mouth. “You just don't learn do you... how would you get away you. I guess it happened when I was around 38 years old. I was married with three c***dren and living in NJ. I went out of town on a business trip to meet with a sales representative that the company had in the southwest. Vic met me at the airport, and took me to my hotel to freshen up before we went to dinner. He waited in the lobby bar and had a Manhattan or two before I came down and joined him.After a couple of drinks, we went to dinner, where we discussed business, and planned for a meeting.