"I loved Maggie Carlisle.

I believed she had splendid qualities.
Only she was dominated by the twisted ideas Old Jimmie Carlisle had planted in her.

I wanted to eradicate those twisted ideas, and make her good qualities her ruling ones.

But she didn't believe in me.
She thought me a soft-head, a police stool, a squealer.

Then I had to disappear; you know all about that.