That, he supposed, would imply a premeditated plan of holding up automobiles.

She might wash her hands of him altogether.
He could see her doing that, too.

He could, in fact, see Mrs.
Singleton Corey doing several things that would work him ill and redound to her glory.

What he could not see was a mother who would cling to him and cry over him and for him, and stick by him, just because she loved him.
"Aw, what's the use?
It'll come out--it can't help it.

The cops are out there smelling around now, I bet!" He arose and worked over the car until it shone immaculately.