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〃He was Wharton；〃 I said。 〃To the life！〃
〃Paul！' she began； and stopped。 She looked at the blank screen of the TV （the cable box on top of it was still on； the red numerals still showing 10； the number of the AMC channel）； then back at me。
〃What？〃 I asked。 'What； Elaine？〃 Thinking； She's going to tell； me I ought to quit writing about it。 That I ought to tear up the pages I've written so far and just quit on it。
What she said was 〃Don't let this stop you！〃
I gawped at her。
〃Close your mouth； Paul … you'll catch a fly。〃
〃Sorry。 It's just that 。。。 well 。 。 。〃
〃You thought I was going to tell you just the opposite； didn't you？〃
〃Yes。 〃
She took my hands in hers （gently； so gently … her long and beautiful fingers； her bunched and ugly knuckles） and leaned forward； fixing my blue eyes with her hazel ones； the left slightly dimmed by the mist of a coalescing cataract。 〃I may be too old and brittle to live；〃 she said； 〃but I'm not too old to think。 What's a few sleepless nights at our age？ What's seeing a ghost on the TV； for that matter？ Are you going to tell me it's the only one you've ever seen？〃
I thought about Warden Moores； and Harry Terwilliger； and Brutus Howell； I thought about MY mother； and about Jan； my wife； who died in Alabama。 I knew about ghosts； all right。
〃No；〃 I said。 〃It wasn't the first ghost I've ever seen。 But Elaine … it was a shock。 Because it was him。〃
She kissed me again； then stood up； wincing as she did so and pressing the heels of her hands to the tops of her hips； as if she were afraid they might actually explode out through her skin if she wasn't very careful。
〃I think I've changed my mind about the television；〃 she said。 〃I've got an extra pill that I've been keeping for a rainy day 。。。 or night。 I think I'll take it and go back to bed。 Maybe you should do the same。〃
〃Yes；〃 I said。 〃I suppose I should！〃 For one wild moment I thought of suggesting that we go back to bed together； and then I saw the dull pain in her eyes and thought better of it。 Because she might have said yes； and she would only have said that for me。 Not so good。
We left the TV room （I won't dignify it with that other name； not even to be ironic） side by side； me matching my steps to hers； which were slow and painfully careful。 The building eone moaning in the grip of a bad dream behind some closed door。
〃Will you be able to sleep； do you think？〃 she asked。
〃Yes； I think so；〃 I said； but of course I wasn't able to； I lay in my bed until sunup； thinking about Kiss of Death。 I'd see Richard Widmark； giggling madly； tying the old lady into her wheelchair and then pushing her down the stairs …〃This is what we do to squealers；〃 he told her…and then his face would merge into the face of William Wharton as he'd looked on the day when he came to E Block and the Green Mile … Wharton giggling like Widmark； Wharton screaming； Ain't this a pa〃； now？ Is it； or what？ I didn't bother with breakfast； not after that； I just came down here to the solarium and began to write。
Ghosts？ Sure。
I know all about ghosts。
2。
〃Woooee； boys！〃 Wharton laughed。 〃Ain't this a party； now？ Is it； or what？〃
Still screaming and laughing； Wharton went back to choking Dean with his chain。 Why not？ Wharton knew what Dean and Harry and my friend Brutus Howell knew … they could only fry a man once。
〃Hit him！〃 Harry Terwilliger screamed。 He had grappled with Wharton； tried to stop things before they got fairly started； but Wharton had thrown him off and now Harry was trying to find his feet。 〃Percy； hit him！〃
But Percy only stood there； hickory baton in hand； eyes as wide as soup…plates。 He loved that damned baton of his； and you would have said this was the chance to use it he'd been pining for ever since he came to Cold Mountain Penitentiary 。。。 but now that it had e； he was too scared to use the opportunity。 This wasn't some terrified little Frenchman like Delacroix or a black giant who hardly seemed to know he was in his own body； like John Coffey； this was a whirling devil。
I came out of Wharton's cell； dropping my clipboard and pulling my 。38。 For the second time that day I had forgotten the infection that was heating up my middle。 I didn't doubt the story the others told of Wharton's blank face and dull eyes when they recounted it later； but that wasn't the Wharton I saw。 What I saw was the face of an animal … not an intelligent animal； but one filled with cunning 。。。 and meanness 。。。 and joy。 Yes。 He was doing what he had been made to do。 The place and the circumstances didn't matter。 The other thing I saw was Dean Stanton's red； swelling face。 He was dying in front of my eyes。 Wharton saw the gun in my hand and turned Dean toward it； so that I'd almost certainly have to hit one to hit the other。 From over Dean's shoulder； one blazing blue eye dared me to shoot。 Wharton's other eye was hidden by Dean's hair。 Behind them I saw Percy standing irresolute； with his baton half…raised。 And then； filling the open doorway to the prison yard； a miracle in the flesh： Brutus Howell。 They had finished moving the last of the infirmary equipment； and he had e over to see who wanted coffee。
He acted without a moment's hesitation … shoved Percy aside and into the wall with tooth…rattling force； pulled his own baton out of its loop； and brought it crashing down on the back of Wharton's head with all the force in his massive right arm。 There was a dull whock！ Sound … an almost hollow sound； as if there were no brain at all under Wharton's skull … and the chain finally loosened around Dean's neck。 Wharton went down like a sack of meal and Dean crawled away； hacking harshly and holding one hand to his throat； his eyes bulging。
I knelt by him and he shook his head violently。 〃Okay；〃 he rasped。 〃Take care 。。。 him！〃 He motioned at Wharton。 〃Lock！ Cell！〃
I didn't think he'd need a cell； as hard as Brutal had hit him； I thought he'd need a coffin。 No such luck； though。 Wharton was conked out； but a long way from dead。 He lay sprawled on his side； one arm thrown out so that the tips of his fingers touched the linoleum of the Green Mile； his eyes shut； his breathing slow but regular。 There was even a peaceful little smile on his face； as if he'd gone to sleep listening to his favorite lullaby。 A tiny red rill of blood was seeping out of his hair and staining the collar of his new prison shirt。 That was all。
〃Percy；〃 I said。 〃Help me！〃
Percy didn't move； only stood against the wall； staring with wide； stunned eyes。 I don't think he knew exactly where he was。
〃Percy； goddammit； grab hold of him！〃
He got moving； then； and Harry helped him。 Together the three of us hauled the unconscious Mr。 Wharton into his cell while Brutal helped Dean to his feet and held him as gently as any mother while Dean bent over and hacked air back into his lungs。
Our new problem child didn't wake up for almost three hours； but when he did； he showed absolutely no ill effects from Brutal's savage hit。 He came to the way he moved … fast。 At one moment he was lying on his bunk； dead to the world。 At the next he was standing at the bars … he was silent as a cat … and staring out at me as I sat at the duty desk； writing a report