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Del
tried
to
speak
and
at
first
nothing
came
out
but
a
terrified
whisper
full
of
air
and
vowel-sounds
.
The
shadow
of
a
contemptuous
smile
touched
the
corners
of
Percy
's
lips
,
and
I
could
have
cheerfully
shot
him
right
there
.
Then
Del
licked
his
lips
and
tried
again
.
"
I
sorry
for
what
I
do
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
give
anything
to
turn
back
the
clock
,
but
no
one
can
.
So
now
--
"
Thunder
exploded
like
an
airburst
mortar
shell
above
us
.
Del
jumped
as
much
as
the
clamps
would
allow
,
eyes
starting
wildly
out
of
his
wet
face
.
"
So
now
I
pay
the
price
.
God
forgive
me
.
"
He
licked
his
lips
again
,
and
looked
at
Brutal
.
"
Do
n't
forget
your
promise
about
Mr.
Jingles
,
"
he
said
in
a
lower
voice
that
was
meant
just
for
us
.
"
We
wo
n't
,
do
n't
worry
,
"
I
said
,
and
patted
Delacroix
's
clay-cold
hand
.
"
He
's
going
to
Mouseville
--
"
"
The
hell
he
is
"
"
Percy
said
,
speaking
from
the
corner
of
his
mouth
like
a
yardwise
con
as
he
hooked
the
restraining
belt
across
Delacroix
's
chest
.
"
There
's
no
such
place
.
It
's
a
fairy-tale
these
guys
made
up
to
keep
you
quiet
.
Just
thought
you
should
know
,
faggot
.
"
A
stricken
light
in
Del
's
eyes
told
me
that
part
of
him
had
known
...
but
would
have
kept
the
knowledge
from
the
rest
of
him
,
if
allowed
.
I
looked
at
Percy
,
dumbfounded
and
furious
,
and
he
looked
back
at
me
levelly
,
as
if
to
ask
what
I
meant
to
do
about
it
.
And
he
had
me
,
of
course
.
There
was
nothing
I
could
do
about
it
,
not
in
front
of
the
witnesses
,
not
with
Delacroix
now
sitting
on
the
furthest
edge
of
life
.
There
was
nothing
to
do
now
but
go
on
with
it
,
finish
it
.
Percy
took
the
mask
from
its
hook
and
rolled
it
down
over
Del
's
face
,
snugging
it
tight
under
the
little
man
's
undershot
chin
so
as
to
stretch
the
hole
in
the
top
.
Taking
the
sponge
from
the
bucket
and
putting
it
in
the
cap
was
the
next
,
and
it
was
here
that
Percy
diverged
from
the
routine
for
the
first
time
:
instead
of
just
bending
over
and
fishing
the
sponge
out
,
he
took
the
steel
cap
from
the
back
of
the
chair
,
and
bent
over
with
it
in
his
hands
.
Instead
of
bringing
the
sponge
to
the
cap
,
in
other
words
--
which
would
have
been
the
natural
way
to
do
it
--
he
brought
the
cap
to
the
sponge
.
I
should
have
realized
something
was
wrong
,
but
I
was
too
upset
.
It
was
the
only
execution
I
ever
took
part
in
where
I
felt
totally
out
of
control
.
As
for
Brutal
,
he
never
looked
at
Percy
at
all
,
not
as
Percy
bent
over
the
bucket
(
moving
so
as
to
partially
block
what
he
was
doing
from
our
view
)
,
not
as
he
straightened
up
and
turned
to
Del
with
the
cap
in
his
hands
and
the
brown
circle
of
sponge
already
inside
it
.
Brutal
was
looking
at
the
cloth
which
had
replaced
Del
's
face
,
watching
the
way
the
black
silk
mask
drew
in
,
outlining
the
circle
of
Del
's
open
mouth
,
and
then
puffed
out
again
with
his
breath
.
There
were
big
beads
of
perspiration
on
Brutal
's
forehead
,
and
at
his
temples
,
just
below
the
hairline
.
I
had
never
seen
him
sweat
at
an
execution
before
.
Behind
him
,
Dean
looked
distracted
and
W
,
as
if
he
was
fighting
not
to
lose
his
supper
.
We
all
understood
that
something
was
wrong
,
I
know
that
now
.
We
just
could
n't
tell
what
it
was
.
No
one
knew
--
not
then
--
about
the
questions
Percy
had
been
asking
Jack
Van
Hay
.
There
were
a
lot
of
them
,
but
I
suspect
most
were
just
camouflage
.
What
Percy
wanted
to
know
about
--
the
only
thing
Percy
wanted
to
know
about
,
I
believe
--
was
the
sponge
.
The
purpose
of
the
sponge
.
Why
it
was
soaked
in
brine
...
and
what
would
happen
if
it
was
not
soaked
in
brine
.
What
would
happen
if
the
sponge
was
dry
.
Percy
jammed
the
cap
down
on
Del
's
head
.
The
little
man
jumped
and
moaned
again
,
this
time
louder
.
Some
of
the
witnesses
stirred
uneasily
on
their
folding
chairs
.
Dean
took
a
half-step
forward
,
meaning
to
help
with
the
chin-strap
,
and
Percy
motioned
him
curtly
to
step
back
.
