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But
he
wasn
’
t
.
His
office
was
reached
by
a
long
hallway
.
Looking
down
the
hall
,
we
should
have
seen
Atticus
Finch
,
Attorney
-
at
-
Law
in
small
sober
letters
against
the
light
from
behind
his
door
.
It
was
dark
.
Jem
peered
in
the
bank
door
to
make
sure
.
He
turned
the
knob
.
The
door
was
locked
.
"
Let
’
s
go
up
the
street
.
Maybe
he
’
s
visitin
’
Mr
.
Underwood
.
"
Mr
.
Underwood
not
only
ran
The
Maycomb
Tribune
office
,
he
lived
in
it
.
That
is
,
above
it
.
He
covered
the
courthouse
and
jailhouse
news
simply
by
looking
out
his
upstairs
window
.
The
office
building
was
on
the
northwest
corner
of
the
square
,
and
to
reach
it
we
had
to
pass
the
jail
.
The
Maycomb
jail
was
the
most
venerable
and
hideous
of
the
county
’
s
buildings
.
Atticus
said
it
was
like
something
Cousin
Joshua
St
.
Clair
might
have
designed
.
It
was
certainly
someone
’
s
dream
.
Starkly
out
of
place
in
a
town
of
square
-
faced
stores
and
steep
-
roofed
houses
,
the
Maycomb
jail
was
a
miniature
Gothic
joke
one
cell
wide
and
two
cells
high
,
complete
with
tiny
battlements
and
flying
buttresses
.
Its
fantasy
was
heightened
by
its
red
brick
facade
and
the
thick
steel
bars
at
its
ecclesiastical
windows
.
It
stood
on
no
lonely
hill
,
but
was
wedged
between
Tyndal
’
s
Hardware
Store
and
The
Maycomb
Tribune
office
.
The
jail
was
Maycomb
’
s
only
conversation
piece
:
its
detractors
said
it
looked
like
a
Victorian
privy
;
its
supporters
said
it
gave
the
town
a
good
solid
respectable
look
,
and
no
stranger
would
ever
suspect
that
it
was
full
of
niggers
.
As
we
walked
up
the
sidewalk
,
we
saw
a
solitary
light
burning
in
the
distance
.
"
That
’
s
funny
,
"
said
Jem
,
"
jail
doesn
’
t
have
an
outside
light
.
"
"
Looks
like
it
’
s
over
the
door
,
"
said
Dill
.
A
long
extension
cord
ran
between
the
bars
of
a
second
-
floor
window
and
down
the
side
of
the
building
.
In
the
light
from
its
bare
bulb
,
Atticus
was
sitting
propped
against
the
front
door
.
He
was
sitting
in
one
of
his
office
chairs
,
and
he
was
reading
,
oblivious
of
the
nightbugs
dancing
over
his
head
.
I
made
to
run
,
but
Jem
caught
me
.
"
Don
’
t
go
to
him
,
"
he
said
,
"
he
might
not
like
it
.
He
’
s
all
right
,
let
’
s
go
home
.
I
just
wanted
to
see
where
he
was
.
"
