A friend of mine drove me around town that day and helped with the arrangements. After we did this we went to his place to eat something and rest. One of the first things we did was wash our clothes. Peggy had only brought what was on her back and most of my clothes were still at my home. Everything we had was dirty. While my clothes were washing I put on a man’s pajama top.
That was a mistake.
Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door and when we answered it we were placed under arrest. Handcuffs were put on our wrists and we were led outside where a mob of reporters and photographer had already gathered.
All the headlines that day were different but they all had the same meaning: “Rich bitch who had affairs arrested for murder.” And then, as if to prove the point, everyone showed pictures of me wearing a man’s pajama top insinuating that I had been caught in the midst of another affair!
How many times can a person describe events as being horrifying without the word finally losing its meaning?
Peggy and I were locked in separate isolation cells where we spent the whole night crying. The other prisoners jeered at us calling us lesbians and telling us to get used to it that we’re going to be here for a long time.
My attorney tried to explain to me what happened. James White had been arrested for Jack’s murder and in exchange for not being sent to the electric chair, implicated Peggy and me. He claimed he was having an affair with Peggy and agreed to kill Jack for $5,000 to prove his love for her. To bolster his claim, he told the police of phone calls and of meeting me in Guntersville to pick up “expense money” hidden in a library book.
How do you say something is ridiculous when you are sitting in jail charged with murder? Regardless of how absurd the story was, my lawyer still had to prove White was lying.
At first it appeared as if that would be easy. White first claimed that he had come to my house to pick up the $2,500 “down payment”. When that story didn’t play out, he said he picked it up on the side of a highway where I had thrown it out. That story was so far fetched he had to change it again, finally coming u with a story about picking it up at Peggy’s home.
Murder of Dr. Wilson
BettyWilson--My Story Part 1
BettyWilson--My Story Part 2
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