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A:        Yes.

Q:        Would you identify them, please?

A:        That’s a driver’s license, and that’s a social secu­rity card.

Q:        To whom were the license and the social security card issued? Would you please read the name on them?

A:        They were issued to Harry Fletcher.

Q:        Can you tell us who Harry Fletcher is or was?

A:        He was Natalie Fletcher’s brother. He died six months ago. Of a heart attack.

Q:        But you’re carrying his identification in your wal­let, is that correct?

A:        Yes. Natalie’s mother gave her all his stuff when he died.

Q:        Why are you carrying his identification, Mr. Wylie?

A:        That was the plan.

Q:        What plan?

A:        To become Harry.

Q:        Why did you want to become Harry?

A:        I had to. My wife refused to divorce me.

Q:        What is your wife’s name?

A:        Helene Wylie.

Q:        Are you separated from her at present?

A:        We’ve been separated since March.

Q:        When did you decide to become Harry Fletcher?

A:        After I met Natalie.

Q:        When was that?

A:        When I moved to Oberlin Crescent. In July. I took the apartment at the beginning of July, and I moved in on the Fourth.

Q:        And that’s when you met Natalie?

A:        Yes.

Q:        Have you been living with her since July?

A:        Yes. Well, we still kept the two apartments, but yes, we were living together. You could say we were living together.

Q:        And was it in July that you decided to become Harry Fletcher?

A:        Sometime in July, yes. I’d already decided to run away, you see. When I took the apartment on Oberlin Crescent, I used the name Amos Wake­field. That was in case my wife put detectives on me. I didn’t want her to find me. I knew I was going to disappear forever, but I didn’t know how yet. I was just buying time till I could figure out a plan.

Q:        When did you figure out your plan?

A:        In July, like I told you. I was with Natalie and she began showing me all this stuff she had. Her brother’s stuff. Everything I needed to become another person. Birth certificate, discharge papers, everything. That was when I hit on the plan.

Q:        And what was the plan?

A:        I told you. To become Harry Fletcher. But there were problems, there were still things to work out. Because even if I became another person, my wife would still be looking for me, wouldn’t she? So I decided to prove to her that I was dead.

Q:        How did you expect to do that?

A:        By stealing a corpse and putting my identification on it, and mangling the body.

Q:        Mangling it?

A:        I thought of using acid at first. On the face and the fingertips, you know? But then I figured that would be too suspicious. I also thought of cutting off the head and the hands, but that didn’t sound so good either. So I decided to fake an explosion in my own car. That would make it look more plausible, you know? If they found me burned to death in my own car.

Q:        Did you, in fact, steal a corpse for this purpose, Mr. Wylie?

A:        Yes. Well, actually, I stole two corpses. But I got rid of the first one.

Q:        When did you steal the first one?

A:        Sunday night. I broke into five funeral parlors be­fore I found the right body. Or at least what I thought was the right body. I’d have gone on all night till I found one.

Q:        What specific body were you looking for?

A:        Well, somebody about my height and build. And my color eyes. I didn’t know what the fire would do to the eyes. So I had to have the right color eyes. The hair didn’t matter. I bleached the hair on the body I put in the Volks, anyway; I did it with peroxide. But the eyes bothered me. And also, it had to be somebody about my age, too. I knew the explosion would do a good job, but I didn’t want anybody saying Hey, this corpse is a little short guy, and Arthur Wylie was a tall per­son. Or this guy looks to be an old man, and everybody knows Arthur Wylie was only forty-three years old. So I had to be very careful what body I stole.

Q:        Where did you steal the first body?

A:        On Hennessy Street. I don’t know the name of the place. I just had a whole list of funeral parlors, I made the list very carefully, it took me almost two weeks to make that list. And I planned to hit them one by one till I found what I wanted.

Q:        And you found what you wanted?

A:        I thought I did. Then I looked over the body, and I discovered somebody had cut it open above the belly, and under the arm, and near the, you know, the genitals, and also on the front of the neck. And I realized that must’ve been done when they were embalming it. I didn’t know how close the body would be inspected after the fire, but suppose they saw those cuts, and also suppose they found formaldehyde inside the body—I didn’t know whether the fire would take care of that. Suppose it didn’t, and they realized they had an embalmed corpse there? How could I already be embalmed if I just got burned to death in a car accident? So I dumped off the first body and I went looking for another one the next night. Last night. Natalie was already gone by then.

Q:        Where had she gone?

A:        Well, to the new apartment.

Q:        Where’s the new apartment?

A:        It’s not an apartment, actually, it’s a rented room. In Hainesville. We planned to stay there till we read the papers and knew everything had come off the way we figured. Then we were going to Eu­rope. We planned on going to Europe in October. I’ve always wanted to go to Europe. I was going to use Harry Fletcher’s birth certificate when I ap­plied for a passport.

Q:        Where did you steal the second body?

A:        From a place on Sixth and Stilson.

Q:        Was that the body of John Hiller?

A:        I don’t know who he was. He was my size and about my age. I went in there, and he was laying naked on the table, and he looked about right. I didn’t know anyone was in the place. I was about to lake the body when someone asked me what I was doing there. I turned around and ... there was a man standing there, and I... I...

Q:        Yes, Mr. Wylie?

A:        I picked up a knife from the table. The table the body was on. And I... I guess I stabbed him.

Q:        Would you look at this photograph, please? Is this the man you stabbed?

A:        Yes.

Q:        What did you do next?

A:        I picked up the body ... the one that was on the table...

Q:        You picked up the body of John Hiller?

A:        If that was his name.

Q:        That was his name.

A:        I picked him up and carried him outside. I was putting the body in the bus when a dog began barking, and I saw an old lady standing there looking at me. I guess I... I got very frightened then. I had just stabbed a man, and she was look­ing at me, and even though I planned to shave my head and my mustache, suppose she described Arthur Wylie to you, and later you find what’s supposed to be Arthur Wylie burned to death, wouldn’t you make a connection? I mean, wouldn’t you know why Arthur Wylie had stolen a dead body? So I... I went after her, and I guess I would have killed her, too, but she started yelling and people were beginning to look out their win­dows, so I dropped the crowbar and got out of there fast.