She had a plan . . .

She would find the man that had done this terrible thing to her.

She would get into her cream-colored Cadillac and drive until she came to Blairville - his town.

She would look for his house and go there with the little pearl-handled revolver in her purse.

Then, as calmly as she could, she would tell him who she was and why she had come . . . and she would pull the trigger of the revolver as many times as was necessary . . .