“You had real live murderers in your house?” Grady looked at her, surprised. “Why sure. Why not? Some of your best people are murderers.” He pushed his hat off his forehead and said sincerely, “Yes sir. I wouldn’t give you nickel for a thief. Now, a murder is usually just a one-time thing—mostly over some woman, not a repeat crime. But a thief is a thief until the day he dies.” Stump was already on his second roll of film, and Grady continued talking to a fascinated Peggy. “Naw, I don’t mind murderers. Most of ’em are pretty mild-mannered, pleasant folks, as a rule.”
