The morning before the assassination. I gather a few men. With the help of Mr. Wayne the priest. Mr Campbell was also present along with Henry. We sat in my study room planning the best way of carrying out this mission.
I cleared out the table, placed a house planned for Mr. Baker’s mansion I got from an informant who worked for him. Five hundred dollars were paid to the informant's account. Before, he agreed to steal the documents.
“Mr Wayne, you and your men will wait outside, watching the perimeters,” I coughed, took out a cigar from my pocket and lit it while they watched. Then I continued. “Mr Campbell Henry and I would be inside the building making sure that the mission goes successfully.” My eyes kept looking at each one of them, while theirs were focused on the plan on the table
