绿里奇迹(英文版)-第21章
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〃John Coffey；〃 I said。
I think I expected some sort of strong reaction （the kids who could have been twins working at the back of my mind … and perhaps the doghouse； too； the Dettericks had had a dog）； but Hammersmith only raised his eyebrows and sipped at his drink。 〃Coffey's your problem now； isn't he？〃 Hammersmith asked。
〃He's not much of a problem；〃 I said。 〃He doesn't like the dark； and he cries a lot of the time； but neither thing makes much of a problem in our line of work。 We see worse。〃
〃Cries a lot； does he？〃 Hammersmith asked。 〃Well； he's got a lot to cry about； I'd say。 Considering what he did。 What do you want to know？〃
〃Anything you can tell me。 I've read your newspaper stories； so I guess what I want is anything that wasn't in them。〃
He gave me a sharp； dry look。 〃Like how the little girls looked？ Like exactly what he did to them？〃
〃That the kind of stuff you're interested in； Mr。 Edgebe？〃
〃No；〃 I said； keeping my voice mild。 〃It's not the Detterick girls I'm interested in； sir。 Poor little mites are dead。 But Coffey's not … not yet … and I'm curious about him。〃
〃All right；〃 he said。 〃Pull up a chair and sit； Mr。 Edgebe。 You'll forgive me if I sounded a little sharp just now； but I get to see plenty of vultures in my line of work。 Hell； I've been accused of being one of em often enough； myself。 I just wanted to make sure of you。〃
〃And are you？〃
〃Sure enough； I guess；〃 he said； sounding almost indifferent。 The story he told me is pretty much the one I set down earlier in this account … how Mrs。 Detterick found the porch empty； with the screen door pulled off its upper hinge； the blankets cast into one corner； and blood on the steps； how her son and husband had taken after the girls' abductor； how the posse had caught up to them first and to John Coffey not much later。 How Coffey had been sitting on the riverbank and wailing； with the bodies curled in his massive arms like big dolls。 The reporter； rack…thin in his open…collared white shirt and gray town pants； spoke in a low； unemotional voice … but his eyes never left his own two children as they squabbled and laughed and took turns with the swing down there in the shade at the foot of the slope。 Sometime in the middle of the story； Mrs。 Hammersmith came back with a bottle of homemade root beer； cold and strong and delicious。 She stood listening for awhile； then interrupted long enough to call down to the kids and tell them to e up directly； she had cookies due out of the oven。 〃We will； Mamma！〃 called a little girl's voice； and the woman went back inside again。
When Hammersmith had finished； he said： 〃So why do you want to know？ I never had me a visit from a Big House screw before； it's a first。〃
〃I told you … 〃
〃Curiosity； yep。 Folks get curious； I know it； I even thank God for it； I'd be out of a job and might actually have to go to work for a living without it。 But fifty miles is a long way to e to satisfy simple curiosity； especially when the last twenty is over bad roads。 So why don't you tell me the truth； Edgebe？ I satisfied yours； so now you satisfy mine。〃
Well； I could say； I had this urinary infection； and John Coffey put his hands on me and healed it。 The man who raped and murdered those two little girls did that。 So I wondered about him； of course … anyone would。 I even wondered if maybe Homer Cribus and Deputy Rob McGee didn't maybe collar the wrong man。 In spite of all the evidence against him I wonder that。 Because a man who has a power like that in his hands； you don't usually think of him as the kind of man who rapes and murders children。
No； maybe that wouldn't do。
〃There are two things I've wondered about；〃 I said。 〃The first is if he ever did anything like that before。〃
Hammersmith turned to me； his eyes suddenly sharp and bright with interest； and I saw he was a smart fellow。 Maybe even a brilliant fellow； in a quiet way。 〃Why？〃 he asked。 〃What do you know； Edgebe？ What has he said？〃
〃Nothing。 But a man who does this sort of thing once has usually done it before。 They get a taste for it。〃
〃Yes；〃 he said。 〃They do。 They certainly do。〃
〃And it occurred to me that it would be easy enough to follow his backtrail and find out。 A man his size； and a Negro to boot； can't be that hard to trace。〃
〃You'd think so； but you'd be wrong；〃 he said。 〃In Coffey's case； anyhow。 I know。〃
〃You tried？〃
〃I did； and came up all but empty。 There were a couple of railroad fellows who thought they saw him in the Knoxville yards two days before the Detterick girls were killed。 No surprise there； he was just across the river from the Great Southern tracks when they collared him； and that's probably how he came down here from Tennessee。 I got a letter from a man who said he'd hired a big bald black man to shift crates for him in the early spring of this year … this as in Kentucky。 I sent him a picture of Coffey and he said that was the man。 But other than that …〃 Hammersmith shrugged and shook his head。
〃Doesn't that strike you as a little odd？〃
〃Strikes me as a lot odd； Mr。 Edgebe。 It's like he dropped out of the sky。 And he's no help； he can't remember last week once this week es。〃
〃No； he can't；〃 I said。 〃How do you explain it？〃
〃We're in a Depression；〃 he said； 〃that's how I explain it。 People all over the roads。 The Okies want to pick peaches in California； the poor whites from up in the brakes want to build cars in Detroit； the black folks from Mississippi want to go up to New England and work in the shoe factories or the textile mills。 Everyone … black as well as white … thinks it's going to be better over the next jump of land。 It's the American damn way。 Even a giant like Coffey doesn't get noticed everywhere he goes … until； that is； he decides to kill a couple of little girls。 Little white girls。〃
〃Do you believe that？〃 I asked。
He gave me a bland look from his too…thin face。 〃Sometimes I do；〃 he said。
His wife leaned out of the kitchen window like an engineer from the cab of a lootive and called； 〃Kids！ Cookies are ready！〃 She turned to me。 〃Would you like an oatmeal…raisin cookie； Mr。 Edgebe？〃
〃I'm sure they're delicious； ma'am； but I'll take a pass this time。〃
〃All right；〃 she said； and drew her head back inside。
〃Have you seen the scars on him？〃 Hammersmith asked abruptly。 He was still watching his kids； selves to abandon the pleasures of the swing … not even for oatmeal…raisin cookies。
〃Yes。〃 But I was surprised he had。
He saw my reaction and laughed。 〃The defense attorney's one big victory was getting Coffey to take off his shirt and show those scars to the jury。 The prosecutor； George Peterson； objected like hell； but the judge allowed it。 Old George could have saved； his breath … juries around these parts don't buy all that psychology crap about how people who've been mistreated just can't help themselves。 They believe people can help themselves。 It's a point of view I have a lot of sympathy for … but those scars were pretty ghastly； just the same。 Notice anything about them； Edgebe？〃
I had seen the man naked in the shower； and I'd noticed； all right； I knew just what he was talking about。 〃They're all broken up。 Latticed； almost。〃
〃You know what that means？〃
〃Somebody whopped the living hell out of him when he was a kid；〃 I said。 〃Before he grew。〃
〃But they didn't manage to whop the devil out of him； did they； Edgebe？ Should have spared the rod and just drowned him in the river like a stray kitten； don't you think？〃
I suppose it would have been politic to simply agree and get out of there； but I couldn't。 I'd seen him。 And I'd felt him； as well。 Felt the touch of his hands。
〃He's 。。。 strange；〃 I said。 〃But there doesn't seem to be any real violence in him。 I know how he was found； and it's hard to jibe that with what I see； day in and day out； on the block。 I know violent men； Mr。 Hammersmith。〃 It was Wharton I was thinking about； of course； Wharton strangling Dean Stanton with his wrist…chain and bellowing Whoooee； boys！ Ain't this a party； now？
He was looking at me closely now； and smiling a little； incredulous smile that I didn't care for very much。 〃You didn't e up here to get an idea about whether or not he might have killed some other little girls somewhere else；〃 he said。 〃You came up here to see if I think he did it at all。 That's it； isn't it？ 'Fess up； Edgebe。〃
I swallowed the last of my cold drink； put the bottle down on the little table； and said： 〃Well？ Do you？〃
〃Kids！〃 he called down the hill； leaning forward a little in his chair to do it。 〃Y'all e on up here now n get your cookies！〃 Then he leaned back in his chair again and looked at me。 That little smile … the one I didn't much care for … had reappeared。
〃Tell you something；〃 he said。 〃You want to listen close； too； because this might just be something you need to know。〃
〃I'm listening。〃
〃We had us a dog named Sir Galahad；〃 he said； and cocked a thumb at the doghouse。 〃A good dog。 No particular breed； but gentle。 Calm。 Ready to lick your hand or fetch a stick。 There are plenty of mongrel dogs like him； wouldn't you say？〃
I shrugged； nodded。
〃In many ways； a good mongrel dog is like your negro；〃 he said。 〃You get to know it； and often you grow to love it。 It is of no particular use； but you keep it around because you think it loves you。 If you're lucky； Mr。 Edgebe； you never have to find out any different。 Cynthia and I； we were not lucky。〃 He sighed … a long and somehow skeletal sound； like the wind rummaging through fallen leaves。 He pointed toward the doghouse again； and I wondered how I had missed its general air of abandonment earlier； or the fact that many of the turds had grown whitish and powdery at their tops。
〃I used to clean up after him；〃 Hammersmith said； 〃and keep the roof of his house repaired against the rain。 In that way also Sir Galahad was like your Southern negro； who will not do those things for himself。 Now I don't touch it； I haven't been near it since the accident … if you can call it an accident。 I went over there with my rifle and shot him； but I haven't been over there since。 I can't bring myself to。 I suppose I will； in time。 I'll clean up his messes and tear down his house。〃
Here came the kids； and all at once I didn't want them to e； all at once that was the last thing on earth I wanted。 The little girl was all right； but the boy …
They pounded up the steps； looked at me； giggled； then went on toward the kitchen door。
〃Caleb；〃 Hammersmith said。 〃e here。 Just for a second。〃
The little girl … surely his twin； they had to be of an age … went on into the kitchen。 The little boy came to his father； looking down at his feet。 He knew he was ugly。 He was only four； I guess； but four is old enough to know that you're ugly。 His father put two fingers under the boy's chin and tried to raise his face。 At first the boy resisted； but when his father said 〃Please； son；〃 in tones of sweetness and calmness and love； he did as he was asked。
A huge； circular scar ran out of his hair； down his forehead； through one dead and indifferently cocked eye； and to the er of his mouth； which had been disfigured into the knowing leer of a gambler or perhaps a whoremaster。 One cheek was smooth and pretty； the other was bunched up like the stump of a tree。 I guessed there had been a hole in it； but that； at least； had healed。
〃He has the one eye；〃 Hammersmith said； caressing the boy's bunched cheek with a lover's kind fingers。 〃I suppose he's lucky not to be blind。 We get down on our knees and thank God for that much； at least。 Eh； Caleb？〃
〃Yes； sir；〃 the boy said shyly … the boy who would be beaten mercilessly on the play…yard by laughing； jeering bullies for all his miserable years of education； the boy who would never be asked to play Spin the Bottle or Post Office and would probably never sleep with a woman not bought and paid for once he was grown to manhood's times and needs； the boy who would always stand outside the warm and lighted circle of his peers； the boy who would look at himself in his mirror for the next fifty or sixty or seventy years of his life and think ugly； ugly； ugly。
〃Go on in and get your cookies；〃 his father said； and kissed his son's sneering mouth。
〃Yes； sir；〃 Caleb； said； and dashed inside。
Hammersmith took a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped at his eyes with it … they were dry； but I suppose he'd gotten used to them being wet。
〃The dog was here when they were born；〃 he said。 〃I brought him in the house to smell them when Cynthia brought them home from the hospital； and Sir Galahad licked their hands。 Their little hands。〃 He nodded； as if confirming this to himself。 〃He played with them； used to lick Arden's face until she giggled。 Caleb used to pull his ears； and when he was first learning to walk； he'd sometimes go around the yard； holding to Galahad's tail。 The dog never so much as growled at him。 Either of them。〃
Now the tears were ing； he wiped at them automatically； as a man does when he's had lots of practice。
〃There was no reason；〃 he said。 〃Caleb didn't hurt him； yell at him； anything。 I know。 I was there。 If I hadn't have been； the boy would almost certainly have been killed。 What happened； Mr。 Edgebe； was nothing。 The boy just got his face set the right way in front of the dog
