 He'd framed you pretty. Another half hour and we'd have found your mother dead, you strung up in that suicide note you wrote, propped up on the dresser. Suicide note? Why, I just copied a sentence out of an old composition, something about Alexander the Great. Alexander the Great? Listen to this. It is a terrible... It is terrible what awful crimes are done for greed and ambition. Signed, Bud Owen. Sure, you see? I was just writing... What? And I signed that?