绿里奇迹(英文版)-第66章
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es's spool a couple of months later； and I didn't lie about that。 He never got the office with the fan in the er； though； never got a bunch of lunatic patients to push around； either。 But I imagine he at least got his own private room。
He had connections； after all。
Wharton was lying on his side with his back against the wall of his cell。 I couldn't see much then but a lot of blood soaking into the sheet and splattered across the cement； but the coroner said Percy had shot like Annie Oakley。 Remembering Dean's story of how Percy had thrown his hickory baton at the mouse that time and barely missed； I wasn't too surprised。 This time the range had been shorter and the target not moving。 One in the groin； one in the gut； one in the chest； three in the head。
Brutal was coughing and waving at the haze of gunsmoke。 I was coughing myself； but hadn't noticed it until then。
〃End of the line；〃 Brutal said。 His voice was calm； but there was no mistaking the glaze of panic in his eyes。
I looked down the hallway and saw John Coffey sitting on the end of his bunk。 His hands were clasped between his knees again； but his head was up and he no longer looked a bit sick。 He nodded at me slightly； and I surprised myself … as I had on the day I offered him my hand … by returning the nod。
〃What are we going to do？〃 Harry gibbered。 〃Oh Christ； what are we going to do？〃
〃Nothing we can do；〃 Brutal said in that same calm voice。 〃We're hung。 Aren't we； Paul？〃
My mind had begun to move very fast。 I looked at Harry and Dean； who were staring at me like scared kids。 I looked at Percy； who was standing there with his hands and jaw dangling。 Then I looked at my old friend； Brutus Howell。
〃We're going to be okay；〃 I said。
Percy at last menced coughing。 He doubled over； hands on his knees； almost retching。 His face began to turn red。 I opened my mouth； meaning to tell the others to stand back； but I never got a chance。 He made a sound that was a cross between a dry heave and a bullfrog's croak； opened his mouth； and spewed out a cloud of black； swirling stuff。 It was so thick that for a moment we couldn't see his head。 Harry said 〃Oh God save us〃 in a weak and watery voice。 Then the stuff turned a white so dazzling it was like January sun on fresh snow。 A moment later the cloud was gone。 Percy straightened slowly up and resumed his vacant gaze down the length of the Green Mile。
〃We didn't see that；〃 Brutal said。 〃Did we； Paul？〃
〃No。 I didn't and you didn't。 Did you see it； Harry？〃
〃No；〃 Harry said。
〃Dean？〃
〃See what？〃 Dean took his glasses off and began to polish them。 I thought he would drop them out of his trembling hands； but he managed not to。
〃 See what； that's good。 That's just the ticket。 Now listen to your scoutmaster； boys； and get it right the first time； because time is short。 It's a simple story。 Let's not plicate it。〃
3。
I told all this to Jan at around eleven o'clock that morning … the next morning； I almost wrote； but of course it was the same day。 The longest one of my whole life； without a doubt。 I told it pretty much as I have here； finishing with how William Wharton had ended up lying dead on his bunk； riddled with lead from Percy's sidearm。
No； that's not right。 What I actually finished with was the stuff that came out of Percy； the bugs or the whatever…it…was。 That was a hard thing to tell； even to your wife； but I told it。
As I talked； she brought me black coffee by the half…cup at first my hands were shaking too badly to pick up a whole one without spilling it。 By the time I finished； the shaking had eased some； and I felt that I could even take some food an egg； maybe； or some soup。
〃The thing that saved us was that we didn't really have to lie； any of us。〃
〃Just leave a few things out；〃 she said； and nodded。 〃Little things； mostly； like how you took a condemned murderer out of prison； and how he cured a dying woman； and how he drove that Percy Wetmore crazy by … what？ … spitting a pureed brain tumor down his throat？〃
〃I don't know； Jan；〃 I said。 〃I only know that if you keep talking like that； you'll end up either eating that soup yourself； or feeding it to the dog。〃
〃I'm sorry。 But I'm right； aren't I？〃
〃Yeah；〃 I said。 Except we got away with the…〃 The what？ You couldn't call it an escape； and furlough wasn't right； either。 〃the field trip。 Not even Percy can tell them about that； if he ever es back。〃
〃If he es back；〃 she echoed。 〃How likely is that？〃
I shook my head to indicate I had no idea。 But I did； actually； I didn't think he was going to e back； not in 1932； not in '42 or '52； either。 In that I was right。 Percy Wetmore stayed at Briar Ridge until it burned flat in 1944。 Seventeen inmates were killed in that fire； but Percy wasn't one of them。 Still silent and blank in every regard…the word I learned to describe that state is catatonic … he was led out by one of the guards long before the fire reached his wing。 He went on to another institution … I don't remember the name and guess it doesn't matter； anyway … and died in 1965。 So far as I know； the last time he ever spoke was when he told us we could clock him out at quitting time。。。 unless we wanted to explain why he had left early。
The irony was that we never had to explain much of anything。 Percy had gone crazy and shot William Wharton to death。 That was what we told； and so far as it went； every word was true。 When Anderson asked Brutal how Percy had seemed before the shooting and Brutal answered with one word … 〃Quiet〃 … I had a terrible moment when I felt that I might burst out laughing。 Because that was true； too； Percy had been quiet； for most of his shift he'd had a swatch of friction…tape across his mouth and the best he'd been able to e up with was mmmph； mmmph； mmmph。
Curtis kept Percy there until eight o'clock； Percy as silent as a cigar…store Indian but a lot more eerie。 By then Hal Moores had arrived； looking grim but petent； ready to climb back into the saddle。 Curtis Anderson let him do just that； and with a sigh of relief the rest of us could almost hear。 The bewildered； frightened old man was gone； it was the Warden who strode up to Percy； grabbed him by the shoulders with his big hands； and shook him hard。
〃Son！〃 he shouted into Percy's blank face … a face that was already starting to soften like wax； I thought。 〃Son！ Do you hear me？ Talk to me if you hear me！ I want to know what happened！〃
Nothing from Percy； of course。 Anderson wanted to get the Warden aside； discuss how they were going to handle it …it was a political hot potato if there had ever been one…but Moores put him off； at least for the time being； and drew me down the Mile。 John Coffey was lying on his bunk with his face to the wall； legs dangling outrageously； as they always did。 He appeared to be sleeping and probably was 。。。 but he wasn't always what he appeared； as we had found out。
〃Did what happened at my house have anything to do with what happened here when you got back？〃 Moores asked in a low voice。 〃I'll cover you as much as I can； even if it means my job； but I have to know。〃
I shook my head。 When I spoke； I also kept my voice low…pitched。 There were now almost a dozen screws milling around at the head of the aisle。 Another was photographing Wharton in his cell。 Curtis Anderson had turned to watch that； and for the time being； only Brutal was watching us。 〃No； sir。 We got John back into his cell just like you see； then let Percy out of the restraint room； where we'd stashed him for safekeeping。 I thought he'd be hot under the collar； but he wasn't。 Just asked for his sidearm and baton。 He didn't say anything else； just walked off up the corridor。 Then； when he got to Wharton's cell he pulled his gun and started shooting。〃
〃Do You think being in the restraint room 。。。 something to his mind？〃
〃No； sir。〃
〃Did you put him in the straitjacket？〃
〃No； sir。 There was no need。〃
〃He was quiet？ Didn't struggle？〃
〃No struggle。〃
〃Even when he saw you meant to put him in restraint room； he was quiet and didn't struggle。〃
〃That's right。〃 I felt an urge to embroider on this to give Percy at least a line or tpler would be better； and I knew it。 〃There； was no fuss。 He just went over into one of the far corners and sat down。〃 〃Didn't speak of Wharton then？〃 〃No； sir。 〃
〃Didn't speak of Coffey； either？〃 I shook my head。 〃Could Percy have been laying for Wharton？ Did he have something against the man？〃
〃That might be；〃 I said； lowering my voice even more。 〃Percy was careless about where he walked； Hal。 One time Wharton reached out； grabbed him up against the bars； and messed him over some。〃 I paused。 〃Felt him up； you could say。〃
〃No worse than that？ just 。。。 'messed him over； 。。。 and that was all？〃
〃Yes； but it was pretty bad for Percy； just the same。 Wharton said something about how he'd rather screw Percy than Percy's sister。〃
〃Urn。〃 Moores kept looking sideways at John Coffey； as if he needed constant reassurance that Coffey was a real person； actually in the world。 〃It doesn't explain what's happened to him； but it goes a good piece toward explaining why it was Wharton he turned on and not Coffey or one of you men。 And speaking of your men； Paul； will they all tell the same s
