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John
got
down
.
For
him
it
was
more
of
a
step
than
a
jump
.
I
followed
,
stiff-legged
and
miserable
.
I
would
have
sprawled
on
the
cold
gravel
if
he
had
n't
caught
me
by
the
arm
.
"
This
is
a
mistake
,
"
Brutal
said
in
a
hissy
little
voice
.
His
eyes
were
very
wide
and
very
frightened
.
"
Christ
Almighty
,
Paul
,
what
were
we
thinking
?
"
"
Too
late
now
,
"
I
said
.
I
pushed
one
of
Coffey
's
hips
,
and
he
went
obediently
enough
to
stand
beside
Harry
.
Then
I
grabbed
Brutal
's
elbow
like
this
was
a
date
we
were
on
and
got
the
two
of
us
walking
toward
the
stoop
where
that
light
was
now
burning
.
"
Let
me
do
the
talking
.
Understand
?
"
"
Yeah
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
Right
now
that
's
just
about
the
only
thing
I
do
understand
.
"
I
looked
back
over
my
shoulder
.
"
Harry
,
stay
by
the
truck
with
him
until
I
call
for
you
.
I
do
n't
want
Moores
to
see
him
until
I
'm
ready
.
"
Except
I
was
never
going
to
be
ready
.
I
knew
that
now
.
Brutal
and
I
had
just
reached
the
foot
of
the
steps
when
the
front
door
was
hauled
open
hard
enough
to
flap
the
brass
knocker
against
its
plate
.
There
stood
Hal
Moores
in
blue
pajama
pants
and
a
strapstyle
tee-shirt
,
his
iron-gray
hair
standing
up
in
tufts
and
twists
.
He
was
a
man
who
had
made
a
thousand
enemies
over
the
course
of
his
career
,
and
he
knew
it
.
Clasped
in
his
right
hand
,
the
abnormally
long
barrel
not
quite
pointing
at
the
floor
,
was
the
pistol
which
had
always
been
mounted
over
the
mantel
.
It
was
the
sort
of
gun
known
as
a
Ned
Buntline
Special
,
it
had
been
his
grandfather
's
,
and
right
then
(
I
saw
this
with
a
further
sinking
in
my
gut
)
it
was
fully
cocked
.
"
Who
the
hell
goes
there
at
two-thirty
in
the
goddam
morning
?
"
he
asked
.
I
heard
no
fear
at
all
in
his
voice
.
And
--
for
the
time
being
,
at
least
--
his
shakes
had
stopped
.
The
hand
holding
the
gun
was
as
steady
as
a
stone
.
"
Answer
me
,
or
--
"
The
barrel
of
the
gun
began
to
rise
.
"
Stop
it
,
Warden
!
"
Brutal
raised
his
hands
,
palms
out
,
toward
the
man
with
the
gun
.
I
have
never
heard
his
voice
sound
the
way
it
did
then
;
it
was
as
if
the
shakes
turned
out
of
Moores
's
hands
had
somehow
found
their
way
into
Brutus
Howell
's
throat
.
"
It
's
us
!
It
's
Paul
and
me
and
...
it
's
us
!
"
