a Today I walked out of those doors into the sunlight. There were a lot of journalists. "How do you feel?' they asked. "Angry about those six and a half years. But happy to be out,' I answered. My sister was there. She took me back to her home and gave me a good meal. All my old friends came. Some were very sorry. "We thought you did it. We were wrong, Peter," they said. But others said, "We always believed in you." It is strange to be here, and look out onto a beautiful garden again. I can walk out into it if I want. I'm free.
b Six years now. My sister came to see me this morning. She has been so good to me. She doesn't believe I killed John. 'I know you," she said. "You loved John. He was your brother! You didn't kill him! You didn't want his money." "I did" I said. "I wanted his money. When dad died and gave all his money to John, I was really angry! But kill my brother? No." She left and they took me outside for some exercise. One of the others came to talk to me. "You know," he said, "I killed a man. But I'm beginning to believe you. I don't think you did."
c Today is a terrible day for me. They brought me here for the first time exactly five years ago. I remember it so well. The door closed behind me. They took my clothes, my money. They took my name and gave me a number. "I didn't do it!' I told them. 'I didn't kill him!' They laughed and locked the door. The men inside laughed too. "We all say that," they said. "No one's done anything wrong in here!'
d I can't believe it! But it's true! They've found my brother's killer! His name is Mike Rippon. He's told the police he killed my brother all those years ago! My lawyer came to see me again this afternoon. "Why did Rippon tell them?' I asked. "It's more than six years now." 'Rippon's very ill," my lawyer answered. "He's dying. He knows another man is in prison because of him. He wants to die a good man." Soon I will be free.