I’ve never been able to decide whether I would actually have gone on the witness stand and sworn that Sherry was alive when he nodded, and nodded voluntarily, if it had been necessary for me to do so to convict Ringgo.
I don’t like perjury, but I knew Ringgo was guilty, and there I had him.
Fortunately, I didn’t have to decide.
Ringgo believed Sherry had nodded, and then, when Marcus gave the show away, there was nothing much for Ringgo to do but try his luck with a plea of guilty.
We didn’t have much trouble getting the story out of Marcus. Ringgo had killed his beloved capitaine . The black boy was easily persuaded that the law would give him his best revenge.
After Marcus had talked, Ringgo was willing to talk.
He stayed in the hospital until the day before his trial opened. The knife Marcus had planted in his back had permanently paralyzed one of his legs, though aside from that he recovered from the stabbing.
Marcus had three of Ringgo’s bullets in him. The doctors fished two of them out, but were afraid to touch the third. It didn’t seem to worry him. By the time he was shipped north to begin an indeterminate sentence in San Quentin for his part in the Kavalov murder he was apparently as sound as ever.
Ringgo was never completely convinced that I had ever suspected him before the last minute when I had come charging into the bungalow.