A Killer Wants Justice

My aunt was old and very weak but rich up to her ears. She had much gold and silver, too and therefore many fears. One night I snuck up in her house, I'd made a special key. I was as quiet as a mouse, and she did not hear me. I carried a knife, an eighteen incher and was about to thrust it down, when Max, that awful Scottish pincher began to bark and growl and frown. I killed them both in expert manner, the knife with both hands (for extra strength) . I wasn't sure about how deep, that's why I slid them width and length. When all was quiet save my teeth I dragged them down toward the cellar. And dug one hole to put them in and said 'good work there, feller'. The gold and silver and the money where heavy but I took it all. And then I thought it might be funny to give the cops a little call. A handkerchief on the receiver, I spoke with accent and quite loud to the confused 'not-quite-believer'. I told him what it was about. And finally, before good bye I couldn't help myself to yell that he should look now for the guy. That's why I'm sitting in a cell. My aunt was old and very weak and rich up to her ears. Now you, the jury, all you seek is truth you know no fears. You want my life but I am young, and I was poor, you know. Of all the laws you look among find one and let me go! 1966