绿里奇迹(英文版)-第21章
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We'll make us a regular Mousie Hilton； before we're through。〃 He shifted his eyes to me。 〃I'm supposed to write a switch…room report about Bitterbuck；〃 he said。 〃Is there some pens in your office； Paul？〃
〃Yes； indeed；〃 I said。 〃Forms； too。 Lefthand top drawer。〃
〃Well； that's aces；〃 he said； and went swaggering off。
Harry and I looked at each other。 〃Is he sick； do you think？〃 Harry asked。 〃Maybe went to his doctor and found out he's only got three months to live？〃
I told him I didn't have the slightest idea what was up。 It was the truth then； and for awhile after； but I found out in time。 And a few years later； I had an interesting supper…table conversation with Hal Moores。 By then we could talk freely； what with him being retired and me being at the Boys' Correctional。 It was one of those meals where you drink too much and eat too little； and tongues get loosened。 Hal told me that Percy had been in to plain about me and about life on the Mile in general。 This was just after Delacroix came on the block； and Brutal and I had kept Percy from beating him half to death。 What had griped Percy the most was me telling him to get out of my sight。 He didn't think a man who was related to the governor should have to put up with talk like that。
Well； Moores told me； he had stood Percy off for as long as he could； and when it became dear to him that Percy was going to try pulling some strings to get me reprimanded and moved to another part of the prison at the very least； he； Moores； had pulled Percy into his office and told him that if he quit rocking the boat； Moores would make sure that Percy was out front for Delacroix's execution。 That he would； in fact； be placed right beside the chair。 I would be in charge； as always； but the witnesses wouldn't know that； to them it would look as if Mr。 Percy Wetmore was boss of the cotillion。 Moores wasn't promising any more than what we'd already discussed and I'd gone along with； but Percy didn't know that。 He agreed to leave off his threats to have me reassigned； and the atmosphere on E Block sweetened。 He had even agreed that Delacroix could keep Percy's old nemesis as a pet。 It's amazing how some men can change； given the right incentive； in Percy's case； all Warden Moores had to offer was the chance to take a bald little Frenchman's life。
9。
Toot…Toot felt that four cents was far too little for a prime Corona cigar box； and in that he was probably right … cigar boxes were highly prized objects in prison。 A thousand different small items could be stored in them； the smell was pleasant； and there was something about them that reminded our customers of what it was like to be free men。 Because cigarettes were permitted in prison but cigars were not； I imagine。
Dean Stanton； who was back on the block by then； added a penny to the pot； and I kicked one in； as well。 When Toot still proved reluctant； Brutal went to work on him； first telling him he ought to be ashamed of himself for behaving like such a cheapskate； then promising him that he； Brutus Howell； would personally put that Corona box back in Toot's hands the day after Delacroix's execution。 〃Six cents might or might not be enough if you was speaking about selling that cigar box； we could have a good old barber…shop argument about that；〃 Brutal said； 〃but you have to admit it's a great price for renting one。 He's gonna walk the Mile in a month； six weeks at the very outside。 Why； that box'll be back on the shelf under your cart almost before you know it's gone。〃
〃He could get a soft…hearted judge to give im a stay and still be here to sing 'Should old acquaintances be forgot；'〃 Toot said； but he knew better and Brutal knew he did。 Old Toot…Toot had been pushing that damned Bible…quoting cart of his around Cold Mountain since Pony Express days； practically； and he had plenty of sources； better than ours； I thought then。 He knew Delacroix was fresh out of soft…hearted judges。 All he had left to hope for was the governor； who as a rule didn't issue clemency to folks who had baked half a dozen of his constituents。
〃Even if he don't get a stay； that mouse'd be shitting in that box until October； maybe even Thanksgiving；〃 Toot argued； but Brutal could see he was weakening。 〃Who gonna buy a cigar box some mouse been using for a toilet？〃
〃Oh jeez…Louise；〃 Brutal said。 〃That's the numbest thing I've ever heard you say； Toot。 I mean； that takes the cake。 First； Delacroix will keep the box clean enough to eat a church dinner out of … the way he loves that mouse； he'd lick it clean if that's what it took。〃
〃Easy on dat stuff；〃 Toot said； wrinkling his nose。
〃Second；〃 Brutal went on； 〃mouse…shit is no big deal； anyway。 It's just hard little pellets； looks like birdshot。 Shake it right out。 Nothing to it！〃
Old Toot knew better than to carry his protest any further； he'd been on the yard long enough to understand when he could afford to face into the breeze and when he'd do better to bend in the hurricane。 This wasn't exactly a hurricane； but we bluesuits liked the mouse； and we liked the idea of Delacroix having the mouse； and that meant it was at least a gale。 So Delacroix got his box； and Percy was as good as his word … two days later the bottom was lined with soft pads of cotton batting from the dispensary。 Percy handed them over himself； and I could see the fear in Delacroix's eyes as he reached out through the bars to take them。 He was afraid Percy would grab his hand and break his fingers。 I was a little afraid of it too； but no such thing happened。 That was the closest I ever came to liking Percy； but even then it was hard to mistake the look of cool amusement in his eyes。 Delacroix had a pet； Percy had one too。 Delacroix would keep his； petting it and loving it as long as he could； Percy would wait patiently （as patiently as a man like him could anyway）； and then burn his alive。
〃Mousie Hilton； open for business。〃 Harry said。 〃The only question is； will the little bugger use it？〃
That question was answered as soon as Delacroix caught Mr。 Jingles up in one hand and lowered him gently into the box。 The mouse snuggled into the white cotton as if it were Aunt Bea's forter； and that was his home from then until 。。。 well； I'll get to the end of Mr。 Jingles's story in good time。
Old Toot…Toots worries that the cigar box would； fill up with mouse…shit proved to be entirely groundless。 I never saw a single turd in there； and Delacroix said he never did； either； anywhere in his cell； for that matter。 Much later； around the time Brutal showed me the hole in the beam and we found the colored splinters； I moved a chair out of the restraint room's east corner and found a little pile of mouse turds back there。 He had always gone back to the same place to do his business； seemingly； and as far from us as he could get。 Here's another thing： I never saw him peeing； and usually mice can hardly turn the faucet off for two minutes at a time； especially while they're eating。 I told you； the damned thing was one of God's mysteries。
A week or so after Mr。 Jingles had settled into the cigar box； Delacroix called me and Brutal down to his cell to see something。 He did that so much it was annoying … if Mr。 Jingles so much as rolled over on his back with his paws in the air； it was the cutest thing on God's earth； as far as that half…pint Cajun was concerned … but this time what he was up to really was sort of amusing。
Delacroix had been pretty much forgotten by the world following his conviction； but he had one relation … an old maiden aunt； I believe … who wrote him once a week。 She had also sent him an enormous bag of peppermint candies； the sort which are marketed under the name Canada Mints these days。 They looked like big pink pills。 Delacroix was not allowed to have the whole bag at once； naturally … it was a five…pounder； and he would have gobbled them until he had to go to the infirmary with stomach…gripes。 Like almost every murderer we ever had on the Mile； he had absolutely no understanding of moderation。 We'd give them out to him half a dozen at a time； and only then if he remembered to ask。
Mr。 Jingles was sitting beside Delacroix on the bunk when we got down there； holding one of those pink candies in his paws and munching contentedly away at it。 Delacroix was simply overe with delight … he was like a classical pianist watching his five…year…old son play his first halting exercises。 But don't get me wrong； it was funny； a real hoot。 The candy was half the size of Mr。 Jingles； and his whitefurred belly was already distended from it。
〃Take it away from him； Eddie；〃 Brutal said； half…laughing and half…horrified。 〃Christ almighty Jesus； he'll eat till he busts。 I can smell that peppermint from here。 How many have you let him have？〃
〃This his second；〃 Delacroix said； looking a little nervously at Mr。 Jingles's belly。 〃You really think he 。。。 you know 。。。 bus' his guts？〃
〃Might；〃 Brutal said。
That was enough authority for Delacroix。 He reached for the half…eaten pink mint。 I expected the mouse to nip him； but Mr。 Jingles gave over that mint … what remained of it； anyway … as meek as could be。 I looked at Brutal； and Brutal gave his head a little shake as if to say no； he didn't understand it； either。 Then M
