GUILT AND CONFESSION
Last fall a man named Gene Berthiaume, age twenty-five, walked into the office of the Georgia State Patrol and confessed to robbing two Tennessee banks. The FBI had few clues to the robberies and had never heard of Berthiaume. Berthiaume was a soft-spoken, slender man whose only brush with the law was for shoplifting. The police and FBI had no reason to even suspect him. This fellow had no reason to confess except that his conscience bothered him. He told the police, “It felt like a big cancer was just burning me up inside. I just couldn’t carry the weight around anymore.” In further discussions he said that he lived in a constant state of paranoia. “Every time I saw a policeman, I knew he was looking for me. Whenever I heard a noise, I jumped. Every time I heard a car door open, I’d jump up and look out the window.” Even after he learned that there were no clues…
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