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Brutal
let
go
of
him
and
stepped
back
.
I
nodded
to
Harry
,
who
went
behind
Percy
and
started
unsnapping
and
unbuckling
.
"
Keep
it
in
mind
,
Percy
,
"
Harry
said
.
"
Keep
it
in
mind
and
let
bygones
be
bygones
.
"
All
of
it
suitably
scary
,
three
bogeymen
in
bluesuits
...
but
I
felt
a
kind
of
knowing
despair
sweep
through
me
,
all
the
same
.
He
might
keep
quiet
for
a
day
or
a
week
,
continuing
to
calculate
the
odds
on
various
actions
,
but
in
the
end
two
things
--
his
belief
in
his
connections
and
his
inability
to
walk
away
from
a
situation
where
he
saw
himself
as
the
loser
would
combine
.
When
that
happened
,
he
would
spill
his
guts
.
We
had
perhaps
helped
to
save
Melly
Moores
's
life
by
taking
John
to
her
,
and
I
would
n't
have
changed
that
(
"
not
for
all
the
tea
in
China
,
"
as
we
used
to
say
back
in
those
days
)
,
but
in
the
end
we
were
going
to
hit
the
canvas
and
the
ref
was
going
to
count
us
out
.
Short
of
murder
,
there
was
no
way
we
could
make
Percy
keep
his
end
of
the
bargain
,
not
once
he
was
away
from
us
and
had
started
to
get
back
what
passed
for
his
guts
.
I
took
a
little
sidelong
glance
at
Brutal
and
saw
he
knew
this
,
too
.
Which
did
n't
surprise
me
.
There
were
no
flies
on
Mrs.
Howell
's
boy
Brutus
,
never
had
been
.
He
gave
me
a
tiny
shrug
,
just
one
shoulder
lifting
an
inch
and
then
dropping
,
but
it
was
enough
.
So
what
?
that
shrug
said
.
What
else
is
there
,
Paul
?
We
did
what
we
had
to
do
,
and
we
did
it
the
best
we
could
.
Yes
.
Results
had
n't
been
half-bad
,
either
.
Harry
undid
the
last
buckle
on
the
straitjacket
.
Grimacing
with
disgust
and
rage
,
Percy
pawed
it
off
and
let
it
drop
at
his
feet
.
He
would
n't
look
at
any
of
us
,
not
directly
.
"
Give
me
my
gun
and
my
baton
,
"
he
said
.
I
handed
them
over
.
He
dropped
the
gun
into
its
holster
and
shoved
the
hickory
stick
into
its
custom
loop
.
"
Percy
,
if
you
think
about
it
--
"
"
Oh
,
I
intend
to
,
"
he
said
,
brushing
past
me
.
"
I
intend
to
think
about
it
very
hard
.
Starting
right
now
.
On
my
way
home
.
One
of
you
boys
can
clock
me
out
at
quitting
time
.
"
He
reached
the
door
of
the
restraint
room
and
turned
to
survey
us
with
a
look
of
angry
,
embarrassed
contempt
--
a
deadly
combination
for
the
secret
we
'd
had
some
fool
's
hope
of
keeping
.
"
Unless
,
of
course
,
you
want
to
try
explaining
why
I
left
early
.
