The sheriff's squad was busy preparing for the hanging of Clarence Sturgeon due at 9 am. It was nearly 8.15 when Joe Arbuckle finally managed to corner Charles Le Scholl himself.
"How was Sturgeon's last day?"
"Just like any other day really. Except for a short visit from his father."
"Was there any arguing?"
"Nope. Not at all. He just clapped the boy's shoulder, said that he was proud of him and...", the sheriff coughed and looked away, "and that he loved him."
The journalist stopped writing. "How can a parent be proud of his boy murdering three men in cold blood?", he asked with a certain amount of astonishment.
Charles Le Scholl ignored the question and went on. "Then the boy asked his father if he could bring some flowers to the grave of Miss Daisy Jackson."
Joe looked up again. "Who was she?"
"She was the young lady over whom the murder occurred", the sheriff looked at him meaningfully. "And who committed suicide."
This was a Sunday Scribblings post.