You never remember anything that happens.

You can't even remember the night you murdered your own cousin, can you ?" "That's a--" "See, sheriff?
His memory's bad." All the malice and hate of pent-up enmity was in Fred Thayer's voice now.

One gnarled hand went forward in accusation.

"He can't even remember how he killed his own cousin.
But if he can't, I can.

Ask him about the time when he slipped that mallet in his pocket at a prize fight and then went on out with his cousin.