You killed you own dad,” Farny commented. “No, my father killed himself,” I reminded them, knocking my pipe against the drum I was sitting on and digging a match around inside the bowl to scratch out the last of the sticky ash. “I just coppered his tie against a joist. He was the one who actually let go and that’s what hanged him, not me,” I said. This was admittedly a somewhat sticky legal point but one to which I’d clung to for nigh on fifty years. After all, it’s triggering the trapdoor that kills a condemned man isn't it? Not the looping a noose around his neck. “But couldn’t he just take his tie off?” Barry asked, his face a sweet jar of horror and fascination. “Not able to, not hanging all precarious like that by his fingernails as he was. And he weren’t able to pull himself up either because his tie was stopping him from getting over the beam – even if he had been strong enough. No, he was just stuck there, neither up nor down, with gravity pulling at his legs and his necktie tightening inch-by-inch,”
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