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ame a bad…tempered dog … one which would otherwise only growl … to bite。 That made me think of a reporter who'd covered John Coffey's trial。 The reporter was a terrible man named Hammersmith； and the most terrible thing about him was that he hadn't known he was terrible。
Instead of letting go； Dolan squeezed my wrist again。 I groaned。 I didn't want to； but I couldn't help it。 It hurt all the way down to my ankles。
〃What do you do down there； Paulie？ Tell me。〃
〃Nothing！〃 I said。 I wasn't crying； not yet； but I was afraid I'd start soon if he kept bearing down like that。 〃Nothing； I just walk； I like to walk； let go of me！〃
He did； but only long enough so he could grab my other hand。 That one was rolled closed。 〃Open up；〃 he said。 〃Let Poppa see。〃
I did； and he grunted with disgust。 It was nothing but the remains of my second piece of toast。 I'd clenched it in my right hand y left wrist； and there was butter … well； oleo； they don't have real butter here； of course … on my fingers。
〃Go on inside and wash your damned hands；〃 he said； stepping back and taking another bite of his Danish。 〃Jesus Christ。〃
I went up the steps。 My legs were shaking； my heart pounding like an engine with leaky valves and shaky old pistons。 As I grasped the knob that would let me into the kitchen … and safety … Dolan said： 〃If you tell anyone I squeezed your po' old wrist； Paulie； I'll tell them you're having delusions。 Onset of senile dementia； likely。 And you know they'll believe me。 If there are bruises； they'll think you made them yourself。〃
Yes。 Those things were true。 And once again； it could have been Percy Wetmore saying them； a Percy that had somehow stayed young and mean while I'd grown old and brittle。
〃I'm not going to say anything to anyone；〃 I mutered。 〃Got nothing to say。〃
〃That's right； you old sweetie。〃 His voice light and mocking； the voice of a lugoon （to use Percy's word） who thought he was going to be young forever。 〃And I'm going to find out what you're up to。 I'm going to make it my business。 You hear？〃
I heard； all right； but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of saying so。 I went in； passed through the kitchen （I could now smell eggs and sausage cooking； but no longer wanted any）； and hung the poncho back up on its hook。 Then I went upstairs to my room … resting at every step； giving my heart time to slow … and gathered my writing materials together。
I went down to the solarium and was just sitting at the little table by the windows when my friend Elaine poked her head in。 She looked tired； and； I thought； unwell。 She'd bed her hair out but was still in her robe。 We old sweeties don't stand much on ceremony； for the most part； we can't afford to。
〃I won't disturb you；〃 she said； 〃I see you're getting set to write…〃
〃Don't be silly；〃 I said。 〃I've got more time than Carter's got liver pills。 e on in。〃
She did； but stood by the door。 〃It's just that I couldn't sleep … again … and happened to be looking out my window a little earlier 。。。 and 。。。〃
〃And you saw Mr。 Dolan and me having our pleasant little chat；〃 I said。 I hoped seeing was all she'd done； that her window had been closed and she hadn't heard me whining to be let go。
〃It didn't look pleasant and it didn't look friendly；〃 she said。 〃Paul； that Mr。 Dolan's been asking around about you。 He asked me about you … last week； this was。 I didn't think much about it then； just that he's got himself a nasty long nose for other people's business； but now I wonder。〃
〃Asking about me？〃 I hoped I didn't sound as uneasy as I felt。 〃Asking what？〃
〃Where you go walking； for one thing。 And why you go walking。〃
I tried to laugh。 〃There's a man who doesn't believe in exercise； that much is clear。〃
〃He thinks you've got a secret。〃 She paused。 〃So do I。〃
I opened my mouth … to say what； I don't know … but Elaine raised one of her gnarled but oddly beautiful hands before I could get a single word out。 〃If you do； I don't want to know what it is； Paul。 Your business is your business。 I was raised to think that way； but not everyone was。 Be careful。 That's all I want to tell you。 And now I'll let you alone to do your work。〃
She turned to go； but before she could get out the door； I called her name。 She turned back； eyes questioning。
〃When I finish what I'm writing…〃 I began； then shook my head a little。 That was wrong。 〃If I finish what I'm writing； would you read it？〃
She seemed to consider； then gave me the sort of smile a man could easily fall in love with； even a man as old as me。 〃That would be my honor。〃
〃You'd better wait until you read it before you talk about honor；〃 I said； and it was Delacroix's death I was thinking of。
〃I'll read it； though；〃 she said。 〃Every word。 I promise。 But you have to finish writing it； first。〃
She left me to it； but it was a long time before I wrote anything。 I sat staring out the windows for almost an hour； tapping my pen against the side of the table； watching the gray day brighten a little at a time； thinking about Brad Dolan； who calls me Paulie and never tires of jokes about chinks and slopes and spicks and micks； thinking about what Elaine Connelly had said。 He thinks you've got a secret。 So do I。
And maybe I do。 Yes； maybe I do。 And of course Brad Dolan wants it。 Not because he thinks it's important （and it's not； I guess； except to me）； but because he doesn't think very old men like myself should have secrets。 No taking the ponchos off the hook outside the kitchen； no secrets； either。 No getting the idea that the likes of us are still human。 And why shouldn't we be allowed such an idea？ He doesn't know。 And in that； too； he is like Percy。
So my thoughts； like a river that takes an oxbow turn； finally led back to where they had been when Brad Dolan reached out from beneath the kitchen eave and grabbed my wrist： to Percy； mean…spirited Percy Wetmore； and how he had taken his revenge on the man who had laughed at him。 Delacroix had been throwing the colored spool he had … the one Mr。 Jingles would fetch … and it bounced out of the cell and into the corridor。 That was all it took； Percy saw his chance。
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〃No you fool！〃 Brutal yelled； but Percy paid no attention。 Just as Mr。 Jingles reached the spool … too intent on it to realize his old enemy was at hand … Percy brought the sole of one hard black workshoe down on him。 There was an audible snap as Mr。 Jingles's back broke； and blood gushed from his mouth。 His tiny black eyes bulged in their sockets； and in them I read an expression of surprised agony that was all too human。
Delacroix screamed with horror and grief。 He threw himself at the door of his cell and thrust his arms out through the bars； reaching as far as he could； crying the mouse's name over and over。
Percy turned toward him； smiling。 Toward me and Brutal； as well。 〃There；〃 he said。 〃I knew I'd get him； sooner or later。 just a matter of time； really。〃 He turned and walked back up the Green Mile； leaving Mr。 Jingles lying on the linoleum； his spreading blood red over green。
Dean got up from the duty desk； hitting the side of it with his knee and knocking the cribbage board to the floor。 The pegs spilled out of their holes and rolled in all directi