The Waterbury Democrat., 1946-03-19

questioned him. The rest was up to me. TURING the following weeks I D lost plenty of weight. The re- sponsibility suddenly showed on my shoulders got me down. couldn't eat and I couldn't sleep.
 Boggio would get in touch with me regularly to find out how was doing. He'd call up and ask to meet me somewhere, or else he'd come to my place. For some reason he didn't want to see me at his apartment any more, and I figured he was afraid Ginger might find out his connection with the case. That suit ed me. I had no particular desire to run into Ginger again:
 I was in spot. hadn't the faintest idea what line of defense I was going to take, and at the same time had to bolster up Bog gio'S confidence. To my surprise he was taking all this much better than I'd anticipated. Now that he really was in danger, he seemed less of a coward than when he was worrying about his bellyaches. THE trial had been set for Il Wednesday. decided to go and see Rugg the day before. At last something had begun to percolate inside my skull.
 I found Rugg gone to pieces. He began bawling me out for not hav- ing come in earlier.
 ''Shut up, Rugg," I snapped. 'I've got to talk to you"
 He quieted down.
 "Now nsten," I said, were both up against a tough proposition. They're out to get your hide and they've got pretty good case"
 "YeS," said Rugg anxiously. He'd become very pale.
 There's a certain way Of ap- preaching your defense that may save us. But you've got to cooper ate. When they question you about the shooting don't be hesitant about admitting you did it. But don't give them any reason when they ask you why. Keep your trap shut.'
 What them"
 Say you don't know and stick to it. I'll do the explaining"
 
 THERE was an atmosphere of l expectancy in the courtroom as Anderson, the prosecutor, drew to the close of his plea for yer dict of guilty. Rugg looked livid. I turned away and focused on the jury. They seemed impressed and I realized that if didn't manage to wean them away from Anderson pretty quickly it was going to be hopeless.
 I glanced at Rugg again. His face was twisted with fear as An derSon demanded the full penalty of the law for murder in the first degree. I was afraid he was going to start blabbing about Boggio so I motioned to him. He got my signal and slowly sank back in his chair again.
 Anderson was all through. l cleared my throat and stood up. For about thirty seconds l didn't say anything. I merely. stared at one of the four women in the jury. I'd picked her out at the beginning of the trial. Her name was Hannah Twichell and she was a motherly housewife with two chins. I'd chosen her because she had an air of authority about her and because it was plain she didn't like Anderson. Shed asked the judge a question and Anderson had parked at her. It was foolish thing to do. Unless I was completely wrong, Hannah Twichell was going to be powerful ally of mine. And as Hannah Twichell went, so would the three other women go.
 My plan of defense was simple. was going to counteract evidence with emotion, and was going to make Rugg appear the poor, be- wildered victim of a harsh social order whose poverty stricken child hood had forced him into a life of crime. would show how he tried time and again to get out of the racketS and go straight but how he'd nY1lv cotton in depYnr and