His name was Clay Burgess. Occupation: cop - a black-haired, barrel-chested country boy. He started out honest.

Who Walked a Crooked Mile -

In his town they called it The Slot - the man-made jungle where life wore a G-string. Then they asked Burgess to walk its neon length with the bag - the little black bag to collect the loot from The Slot's pimps and gamblers.

He Found a Crooked Sixpence -

When Burgess met the redheaded woman from St. Louis town, he began to dip into the little black bag. First a little, then a lot. So they caught up to him, and in a final violent fling, Burgess raked in a hundred grand - and fled, the whole pack after him for the money - and his blood.