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He
nodded
,
relieved
.
I
'm
not
sure
he
knew
what
a
corridor
was
,
either
,
but
he
could
see
the
200-watt
bulbs
in
their
wire
cages
.
I
did
something
I
'd
never
done
to
a
prisoner
before
,
then
--
I
offered
him
my
hand
.
Even
now
I
do
n't
know
why
.
Him
asking
about
the
lights
,
maybe
.
It
made
Harry
Terwilliger
blink
,
I
can
tell
you
that
.
Coffey
took
my
hand
with
surprising
gentleness
,
my
hand
all
but
disappearing
into
his
,
and
that
was
all
of
it
.
I
had
another
moth
in
my
killing
bottle
.
We
were
done
.
I
stepped
out
of
the
cell
.
Harry
pulled
the
door
shut
on
its
track
and
ran
both
locks
.
Coffey
stood
where
he
was
a
moment
or
two
longer
,
as
if
he
did
n't
know
what
to
do
next
,
and
then
he
sat
down
on
his
bunk
,
clasped
his
giant
's
hands
between
his
knees
,
and
lowered
his
head
like
a
man
who
grieves
or
prays
.
He
said
something
then
in
his
strange
,
almost
Southern
voice
I
heard
it
with
perfect
clarity
,
and
although
I
did
n't
know
much
about
what
he
'd
done
then
--
you
do
n't
need
to
know
about
what
a
man
's
done
in
order
to
feed
him
and
groom
him
until
it
's
time
for
him
to
pay
off
what
he
owes
--
it
still
gave
me
a
chill
.
"
I
could
n't
help-it
,
boss
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
tried
to
take
it
back
,
but
it
was
too
late
.
"
"
You
're
going
to
have
you
some
trouble
with
Percy
,
"
Harry
said
as
we
walked
back
up
the
hall
and
into
my
office
.
Dean
Stanton
,
sort
of
my
third
in
command
--
we
did
n't
actually
have
such
things
,
a
situation
Percy
Wetmore
would
have
fixed
up
in
a
flash
--
was
sitting
behind
my
desk
,
updating
the
files
,
a
job
I
never
seemed
to
get
around
to
.
He
barely
looked
up
as
we
came
in
,
just
gave
his
little
glasses
a
shove
with
the
ball
of
his
thumb
and
dived
back
into
his
paperwork
.
"
I
been
having
trouble
with
that
peckerwood
since
the
day
he
came
here
,
"
I
said
,
gingerly
,
pulling
my
pants
away
from
my
crotch
and
wincing
.
"
Did
you
hear
what
he
was
shouting
when
he
brought
that
big
galoot
down
?
"
"
Could
n't
very
well
not
,
"
Harry
said
.
"
I
was
there
,
you
know
.
"
"
I
was
in
the
john
and
heard
it
just
fine
,
"
Dean
said
.
He
drew
a
sheet
of
paper
to
him
,
held
it
up
into
the
light
so
I
could
see
there
was
a
coffee-ring
as
well
as
typing
on
it
,
and
then
tossed
it
into
the
waste
basket
.
"
Dead
man
walking
.
"
Must
have
read
that
in
one
of
those
magazines
he
likes
so
much
.
"
And
he
probably
had
.
Percy
Wetmore
was
a
great
reader
of
Argosy
and
Stag
and
Men
's
Adventure
.
There
was
a
prison
tale
in
every
issue
,
it
seemed
,
and
Percy
read
them
avidly
,
like
a
man
doing
research
.
It
was
like
he
was
trying
to
find
out
how
to
act
,
and
thought
the
information
was
in
those
magazines
.
