 Because he said he knew I wasn't Bud Owen. I knew that he thought he'd kill me. You took one whale of a chance tonight, bud. He'd framed you pretty. Another half hour and we'd have found your mother dead, you strung up, and 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...