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"
Well
,
well
,
"
Percy
said
.
"
Looks
like
you
found
yourself
a
friend
,
Eddie
.
"
Delacroix
tried
to
reply
--
some
hollow
defiance
about
what
would
happen
to
Percy
if
Percy
hurt
his
new
pal
would
have
been
my
guess
--
but
nothing
came
out
.
His
lower
lip
trembled
a
little
,
but
that
was
all
.
On
top
of
his
head
,
Mr.
Jingles
was
n't
trembling
.
He
sat
perfectly
still
with
his
back
feet
in
Delacroix
's
hair
and
his
front
ones
splayed
on
Delacroix
's
bald
looking
at
Percy
,
seeming
to
size
him
up
.
The
way
you
'd
size
up
an
old
enemy
.
Percy
looked
at
me
.
"
Is
n't
that
the
same
one
I
chased
?
The
one
that
lives
in
the
restraint
room
?
"
I
nodded
.
I
had
an
idea
Percy
had
n't
seen
the
newly
named
Mr.
Jingles
since
that
last
chase
,
and
he
showed
no
signs
of
wanting
to
chase
it
now
.
"
Yes
,
that
's
the
one
,
"
I
said
.
"
Only
Delacroix
there
says
his
name
is
Mr.
Jingles
,
not
Steamboat
Willy
.
Says
the
mouse
whispered
it
in
his
ear
.
"
"
Is
that
so
,
"
Percy
said
.
"
Wonders
never
cease
,
do
they
?
"
I
half-expected
him
to
pull
out
his
baton
and
start
tapping
it
against
the
bars
,
just
to
show
Delacroix
who
was
boss
,
but
he
only
stood
there
with
his
hands
on
his
hips
,
looking
in
.
And
for
no
reason
I
could
have
told
you
in
words
,
I
said
:
"
Delacroix
there
was
just
asking
for
a
box
,
Percy
.
He
thinks
that
mouse
will
sleep
in
it
,
I
guess
.
That
he
can
keep
it
for
a
pet
.
"
I
loaded
my
voice
with
skepticism
,
and
sensed
more
than
saw
Harry
looking
at
me
in
surprise
.
"
What
do
you
think
about
that
?
"
"
I
think
it
'll
probably
shit
up
his
nose
some
night
while
he
's
sleeping
and
then
run
away
,
"
Percy
said
evenly
,
"
but
I
guess
that
's
the
French
boy
's
lookout
.
I
seen
a
pretty
nice
cigar
box
on
Toot-Toot
's
cart
the
other
night
.
I
do
n't
know
if
he
'd
give
it
away
,
though
.
Probably
want
a
nickel
for
it
,
maybe
even
a
dime
.
"
Now
I
did
risk
a
glance
at
Harry
,
and
saw
his
mouth
hanging
open
.
This
was
n't
quite
like
the
change
in
Ebenezer
Scrooge
on
Christmas
morning
,
after
the
ghosts
had
had
their
way
with
him
,
but
it
was
damned
close
.
Percy
leaned
closer
to
Delacroix
,
putting
his
face
between
the
bars
.
Delacroix
shrank
back
even
farther
.
I
swear
to
God
that
he
would
have
melted
into
that
wall
if
he
'd
been
able
.
