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"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
do
n't
know
anything
for
sure
,
but
I
'm
going
to
find
out
if
I
can
.
"
The
aftermath
of
the
shooting
was
a
three-ring
circus
with
the
governor
in
one
ring
,
the
prison
in
another
,
and
poor
brain-blasted
Percy
Wetmore
in
the
third
.
And
the
ringmaster
?
Well
,
the
various
gentlemen
of
the
press
took
turns
at
that
job
.
They
were
n't
as
bad
then
as
they
are
now
--
they
did
n't
allow
themselves
to
be
as
bad
--
but
even
back
then
before
Geraldo
and
Mike
Wallace
and
the
rest
of
them
,
they
could
gallop
along
pretty
good
when
they
really
got
the
bit
in
their
teeth
.
That
was
what
happened
this
time
,
and
while
the
show
lasted
,
it
was
a
good
one
.
But
even
the
liveliest
circus
,
the
one
with
the
scariest
freaks
,
funniest
clowns
,
and
wildest
animals
,
has
to
leave
town
eventually
.
This
one
left
after
the
Board
of
Enquiry
,
which
sounds
pretty
special
and
fearsome
,
but
actually
turned
out
to
be
pretty
tame
and
perfunctory
.
Under
other
circumstances
,
the
governor
undoubtedly
would
have
demanded
someone
's
head
on
a
platter
,
but
not
this
time
.
His
nephew
by
marriage
--
his
wife
's
own
blood
kin
--
had
gone
crackers
and
killed
a
man
.
Had
killed
a
killer
--
there
was
that
,
at
least
,
and
thank
God
for
it
--
but
Percy
had
still
shot
the
man
as
he
lay
sleeping
in
his
cell
,
which
was
not
quite
sporting
.
When
you
added
in
the
fact
that
the
young
man
in
question
remained
just
as
mad
as
a
March
hare
,
you
could
understand
why
the
governor
only
wanted
it
to
go
away
,
and
as
soon
as
possible
.
Our
trip
to
Warden
Moores
's
house
in
Harry
Terwilliger
's
truck
never
came
out
.
The
fact
that
Percy
had
been
straitjacketed
and
locked
in
the
restraint
room
during
the
time
we
were
away
never
came
out
.
The
fact
that
William
Wharton
had
been
doped
to
the
gills
when
Percy
shot
him
never
came
out
,
either
.
Why
would
it
?
The
authorities
had
no
reason
to
suspect
anything
in
Wharton
's
system
but
half
a
dozen
slugs
.
The
coroner
removed
those
,
the
mortician
put
him
in
a
pine
box
,
and
that
was
the
end
of
the
man
with
Billy
the
Kid
tattooed
on
his
left
forearm
.
Good
riddance
to
bad
rubbish
,
you
might
say
.
All
in
all
,
the
uproar
lasted
about
two
weeks
.
During
that
time
I
did
n't
dare
fart
sideways
,
let
alone
so
take
a
day
off
to
investigate
the
idea
I
'd
gotten
at
my
kitchen
table
on
the
morning
after
all
the
upheavals
.
I
knew
for
sure
that
the
circus
had
left
town
when
I
got
to
work
on
a
day
just
shy
of
the
middle
of
November
--
the
twelfth
,
I
think
,
but
do
n't
hold
me
to
that
.
That
was
the
day
I
found
the
piece
of
paper
I
'd
been
dreading
on
the
middle
of
my
desk
:
the
DOE
on
John
Coffey
.
Curtis
Anderson
had
signed
it
instead
of
Hal
Moores
,
but
of
course
it
was
just
as
legal
either
way
,
and
of
course
it
had
needed
to
go
through
Hal
in
order
to
get
to
me
.
I
could
imagine
Hal
sitting
at
his
desk
in
Administration
with
that
piece
of
paper
in
his
hand
,
sitting
there
and
thinking
of
his
wife
,
who
had
become
something
of
a
nine
days
,
wonder
to
the
doctors
at
Indianola
General
Hospital
.
She
'd
had
her
own
DOE
papers
handed
to
her
by
those
doctors
,
but
John
Coffey
had
tom
them
up
.
Now
,
however
,
it
was
Coffey
's
turn
to
walk
the
Green
Mile
,
and
who
among
us
could
stop
it
?
Who
among
us
would
stop
it
?
The
date
on
the
death
warrant
was
November
20th
.
Three
days
after
I
got
it
--
the
fifteenth
,
I
think
--
I
had
Janice
call
me
in
sick
.
A
cup
of
coffee
later
I
was
driving
north
in
my
badly
sprung
but
otherwise
reliable
Ford
.
Janice
had
kissed
me
on
my
way
and
wished
me
good
luck
;
I
'd
thanked
her
but
no
longer
had
any
clear
idea
what
good
luck
would
be
--
finding
what
I
was
looking
for
or
not
finding
it
.
All
I
knew
for
sure
is
that
I
did
n't
feel
much
like
singing
as
I
drove
.
Not
that
day
.
By
three
that
afternoon
I
was
well
up
in
the
ridge
country
.
I
got
to
the
Purdom
County
Courthouse
just
before
it
closed
,
looked
at
some
records
,
then
had
a
visit
from
the
Sheriff
,
who
had
been
informed
by
the
county
clerk
that
a
stranger
was
poking
in
amongst
the
local
skeletons
.
Sheriff
Catlett
wanted
to
know
what
I
thought
I
was
doing
.
I
told
him
.
Catlett
thought
it
over
and
then
told
me
something
interesting
.
He
said
he
'd
deny
he
'd
ever
said
a
word
if
I
spread
it
around
,
and
it
was
n't
conclusive
anyway
,
but
it
was
something
,
all
right
.
It
was
sure
something
.
I
thought
about
it
all
the
way
home
,
and
that
night
there
was
a
lot
of
thinking
and
precious
little
sleeping
on
my
side
of
the
bed
.
The
next
day
I
got
up
while
the
sun
was
still
just
a
rumor
in
the
east
and
drove
downstate
to
Trapingus
County
.
