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I HAD been arrested on the eve of a State election, revolver in hand, a chamber empty, by the body of James H. Thrope, millionaire lumberman and candidate for governor.
I, Don Everhard, was tried, convicted and sentenced to death; which, in California, meant to be hanged.
From the day of my arrest until this, I spoke no word of defense, I offered no explanation and I made no statements.
The time has come when I may tell my story. Here it is: