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People
said
he
went
out
at
night
when
the
moon
was
down
,
and
peeped
in
windows
.
When
people
’
s
azaleas
froze
in
a
cold
snap
,
it
was
because
he
had
breathed
on
them
.
Any
stealthy
small
crimes
committed
in
Maycomb
were
his
work
.
Once
the
town
was
terrorized
by
a
series
of
morbid
nocturnal
events
:
people
’
s
chickens
and
household
pets
were
found
mutilated
;
although
the
culprit
was
Crazy
Addie
,
who
eventually
drowned
himself
in
Barker
’
s
Eddy
,
people
still
looked
at
the
Radley
Place
,
unwilling
to
discard
their
initial
suspicions
.
A
Negro
would
not
pass
the
Radley
Place
at
night
,
he
would
cut
across
to
the
sidewalk
opposite
and
whistle
as
he
walked
.
The
Maycomb
school
grounds
adjoined
the
back
of
the
Radley
lot
;
from
the
Radley
chickenyard
tall
pecan
trees
shook
their
fruit
into
the
schoolyard
,
but
the
nuts
lay
untouched
by
the
children
:
Radley
pecans
would
kill
you
.
A
baseball
hit
into
the
Radley
yard
was
a
lost
ball
and
no
questions
asked
.
The
misery
of
that
house
began
many
years
before
Jem
and
I
were
born
.
The
Radleys
,
welcome
anywhere
in
town
,
kept
to
themselves
,
a
predilection
unforgivable
in
Maycomb
.
They
did
not
go
to
church
,
Maycomb
’
s
principal
recreation
,
but
worshiped
at
home
;
Mrs
.
Radley
seldom
if
ever
crossed
the
street
for
a
mid
-
morning
coffee
break
with
her
neighbors
,
and
certainly
never
joined
a
missionary
circle
.
Mr
.
Radley
walked
to
town
at
eleven
-
thirty
every
morning
and
came
back
promptly
at
twelve
,
sometimes
carrying
a
brown
paper
bag
that
the
neighborhood
umed
contained
the
family
groceries
.
I
never
knew
how
old
Mr
.
Radley
made
his
living
—
Jem
said
he
"
bought
cotton
,
"
a
polite
term
for
doing
nothing
—
but
Mr
.
Radley
and
his
wife
had
lived
there
with
their
two
sons
as
long
as
anybody
could
remember
.
The
shutters
and
doors
of
the
Radley
house
were
closed
on
Sundays
,
another
thing
alien
to
Maycomb
’
s
ways
:
closed
doors
meant
illness
and
cold
weather
only
.
Of
all
days
Sunday
was
the
day
for
formal
afternoon
visiting
:
ladies
wore
corsets
,
men
wore
coats
,
children
wore
shoes
.
But
to
climb
the
Radley
front
steps
and
call
,
"
He
-
y
,
"
of
a
Sunday
afternoon
was
something
their
neighbors
never
did
.
The
Radley
house
had
no
screen
doors
.
I
once
asked
Atticus
if
it
ever
had
any
;
Atticus
said
yes
,
but
before
I
was
born
.
According
to
neighborhood
legend
,
when
the
younger
Radley
boy
was
in
his
teens
he
became
acquainted
with
some
of
the
Cunninghams
from
Old
Sarum
,
an
enormous
and
confusing
tribe
domiciled
in
the
northern
part
of
the
county
,
and
they
formed
the
nearest
thing
to
a
gang
ever
seen
in
Maycomb
.
They
did
little
,
but
enough
to
be
discussed
by
the
town
and
publicly
warned
from
three
pulpits
:
they
hung
around
the
barbershop
;
they
rode
the
bus
to
Abbottsville
on
Sundays
and
went
to
the
picture
show
;
they
attended
dances
at
the
county
’
s
riverside
gambling
hell
,
the
Dew
-
Drop
Inn
&
Fishing
Camp
;
they
experimented
with
stumphole
whiskey
.
Nobody
in
Maycomb
had
nerve
enough
to
tell
Mr
.
Radley
that
his
boy
was
in
with
the
wrong
crowd
.
One
night
,
in
an
excessive
spurt
of
high
spirits
,
the
boys
backed
around
the
square
in
a
borrowed
flivver
,
resisted
arrest
by
Maycomb
’
s
ancient
beadle
,
Mr
.
Conner
,
and
locked
him
in
the
courthouse
outhouse
.
The
town
decided
something
had
to
be
done
;
Mr
.
Conner
said
he
knew
who
each
and
every
one
of
them
was
,
and
he
was
bound
and
determined
they
wouldn
’
t
get
away
with
it
,
so
the
boys
came
before
the
probate
judge
on
charges
of
disorderly
conduct
,
disturbing
the
peace
,
ault
and
battery
,
and
using
abusive
and
profane
language
in
the
presence
and
hearing
of
a
female
.
The
judge
asked
Mr
.
Conner
why
he
included
the
last
charge
;
Mr
.
Conner
said
they
cussed
so
loud
he
was
sure
every
lady
in
Maycomb
heard
them
.
The
judge
decided
to
send
the
boys
to
the
state
industrial
school
,
where
boys
were
sometimes
sent
for
no
other
reason
than
to
provide
them
with
food
and
decent
shelter
:
it
was
no
prison
and
it
was
no
disgrace
.
Mr
.
Radley
thought
it
was
.
If
the
judge
released
Arthur
,
Mr
.
Radley
would
see
to
it
that
Arthur
gave
no
further
trouble
.
Knowing
that
Mr
.
Radley
’
s
word
was
his
bond
,
the
judge
was
glad
to
do
so
.
The
other
boys
attended
the
industrial
school
and
received
the
best
secondary
education
to
be
had
in
the
state
;
one
of
them
eventually
worked
his
way
through
engineering
school
at
Auburn
.
The
doors
of
the
Radley
house
were
closed
on
weekdays
as
well
as
Sundays
,
and
Mr
.
Radley
’
s
boy
was
not
seen
again
for
fifteen
years
.
But
there
came
a
day
,
barely
within
Jem
’
s
memory
,
when
Boo
Radley
was
heard
from
and
was
seen
by
several
people
,
but
not
by
Jem
.
He
said
Atticus
never
talked
much
about
the
Radleys
:
when
Jem
would
question
him
Atticus
’
s
only
answer
was
for
him
to
mind
his
own
business
and
let
the
Radleys
mind
theirs
,
they
had
a
right
to
;
but
when
it
happened
Jem
said
Atticus
shook
his
head
and
said
,
"
Mm
,
mm
,
mm
.
"
So
Jem
received
most
of
his
information
from
Miss
Stephanie
Crawford
,
a
neighborhood
scold
,
who
said
she
knew
the
whole
thing
.
According
to
Miss
Stephanie
,
Boo
was
sitting
in
the
livingroom
cutting
some
items
from
The
Maycomb
Tribune
to
paste
in
his
scrapbook
.
His
father
entered
the
room
.
As
Mr
.
Radley
passed
by
,
Boo
drove
the
scissors
into
his
parent
’
s
leg
,
pulled
them
out
,
wiped
them
on
his
pants
,
and
resumed
his
activities
.
