0433 Page – Leo Frank Georgia Supreme Court Appeals Records, 1913, 1914

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the fellow that was with me, "I am going back to Peters Street,"
and a Jew across the street that I owed a dime to called me and
asked me about it, and I paid him a dime. Then I went on
over to Peters Street and stayed there awhile. Then I went home
and I taken fifteen cents out of my pocket and gave a little
girl a nickel to go and get some sausage and then I gave her a
dime to go and get some wood, and she stayed so long that when
she come back I said, "I will cook this sausage and eat it and
go back to Mr. Frank's", and I laid down across the bed and
went to sleep, and I didn't get up no more until half past six
o'clock that night, that's the last I saw of Mr. Frank that Sat-
urday. I saw him next time on Tuesday, on the fourth floor when
I was sweeping. He walked up and he said, "Now remember, keep your
mouth shut", and I said, "All right", and he said, "If you'd come
back on Saturday and done what I told you to do with it down there,
there wouldn't have been no trouble." This conversation took place
between ten and eleven o'clock Tuesday. Mr. Frank knew I could
write a little bit, because he always gave me tablets up there at
the office so I could write down what kind of boxes we had and I
would give that to Mr. Frank down at his office and that's the way
he knew I could write. I was arrested on Monday, May 1st. Mr. Frank
told me just what to write on those notes there. That is the same
pad he told me to write on. (State's Exhibit B). The girl's body was
lying somewhere along there about #9 on that picture (State's Ex-
hibit A). I dropped her somewhere along #7. We got on elevator on
the second floor. The box that Mr. Frank unlocked was right around
here on side of elevator. He told me to come back in about forty
minutes to do that burning. Mr. Frank went in the office and
got the key to unlock the elevator. The notes were fixed
up in Mr. Frank's private office. I never did know what
became of the notes. I left home that morning about seven or
7:30. I noticed the clock when I went from the factory to go to
Nelson and Forsyth Streets, the clock was in a beer saloon on the
corner of Mitchell Street. It was 9 minutes after 10. I
don't know the name of the woman who was with me.