绿里奇迹(英文版)-第36章
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〃Jesus；〃 Dean said。 〃Good Jesus Christ。〃
〃Your shoe's one thing；〃 Harry said。 〃What's the other？〃
〃Not long before the posse found Coffey and the girls； the men came out of the woods near the south bank of the Trapingus River。 They found a patch of flattened…down grass there； a lot of blood； and the rest of Cora Detterick's nightie。 The dogs got confused for a bit。 Most wanted to go southeast； downstream along the bank。 But two of them…the coon…dogs … wanted to go upstream。 〃Bobo Marchant was running the dogs； and when he save the coonies a sniff of the nightgown； they turned with the others。〃
〃The coonies got mixed up； didn't they？〃 Brutal asked。 A strange； sickened little smile was playing around the corners of his mouth。 〃They ain't built to be trackers； strictly speaking ； and they got mixed up on what their job was。〃
'Yes。
〃I don't get it；〃 Dean said。
〃The coonies forgot whatever it was Bobo ran under their noses to get them started；〃 Brutal said。 〃By the time they came out on the riverbank； the coonies were tracking the killer； not the girls。 That wasn't a problem as long as the killer and the girls were together； but 。。。〃
The light was dawning in Dean's eyes。 Harry had already gotten it。
〃When you think about it；〃 I said； 〃you wonder how anybody； even a jury wanting to pin the crime on a wandering black fellow； could have believed John Coffey was their man for even a minute。 Just the idea of keeping the dog quiet with food until he could snap its neck would have been beyond Coffey。
〃He was never any closer to the Detterick farm than the south bank of the Trapingus； that's what I think。 Six or more miles away。 He was just mooning along； maybe meaning to go down to the railroad tracks and catch a freight to somewhere else…when they e off the trestle； they're going slow enough to hop…when he heard a motion to the north。〃
〃The killer？〃 Brutal asked。
〃The killer。 He might have raped them already； or maybe the rape was what Coffey heard。 In any case； that bloody patch in the grass was where the killer finished the business； dashed their heads together； dropped them； and then hightailed it。〃
〃Hightailed it northwest；〃 Brutal said。 〃The direction the coon…dogs wanted to go。〃
〃Right。 John Coffey es through a stand of alders that grows a little way southeast of the spot where the girls were left； probably curious about all the noise； and he finds their bodies。 One of them might still have been alive； I suppose it's possible both of them were； although not for much longer。 John Coffey wouldn't have known if they were dead； that's for sure。 All he knows is that he's got a healing power in his hands； and he tried to use it on Cora and Kathe Detterick。 When it didn't work； he broke down； crying and hysterical。 Which is how they found him。〃
〃Why didn't he stay there； where he found them？〃 Brutal asked。 〃Why take them south along the riverbank？ Any idea？〃
〃I bet he did stay put； at first；〃 I said。 〃At the trial； they kept talking about a big trampled area； all the grass squashed flat。 And John Coffey's a big man。〃
〃John Coffey's a fucking giant；〃 Harry said； pitching his voice very low so my wife wouldn't hear him cuss if she happened to be listening。
〃Maybe he panicked when he saw that what he was doing wasn't working。 Or maybe he got the idea that the killer was still there； in the woods upstream； watching him。 Coffey's big； you know； but not real brave。 Harry； remember him asking if we left a light on in the block after bedtime？〃
〃Yeah。 I remember thinking how funny that was； what with the size of him。〃 Harry looked shaken and thoughtful。
〃Well； if he didn't kill the little girls； who did？〃 Dean asked。
I shook my head。 〃Someone else。 Someone white would be my best guess。 The prosecutor made a big deal about how it would have taken a strong man to kill a dog as big as the one the Dettericks kept； but…〃
〃That's crap；〃 Brutus rumbled。 〃A strong twelve year…old girl could break a big dog's neck； if she took the dog by surprise and knew where to grab。 If Coffey didn't do it； it could have been damned near anyone 。。。 any man； that is。 We'll probably never know。〃
I said； 〃Unless he does it again。〃
〃We wouldn't know even then； if he did it down Texas or over in California；〃 Harry said。
Brutal leaned back； screwed his fists into his eyes like a tired child； then dropped them into his lap again。 〃This is a nightmare；〃 he said。 〃We've got a man who may be innocent … who probably is innocent … and he's going to walk the Green Mile just as sure as God made tall trees and little fishes。 What are we supposed to do about it？ If we start in with that healing…fingers shit； everyone is going to laugh their asses off； and he'll end up in the Fry…O…Lator just the same。〃
〃Let's worry about that later；〃 I said； because I didn't have the slightest idea how to answer him。 〃The question right now is what we do … or don't do … about Melly。 I'd say step back and take a few days to think it over； but I believe every day we wait raises the chances that he won't be able to help her。〃
〃Remember him holding his hands out for the mouse？〃 Brutal asked。 〃'Give im to me while there's still time；' he said。 While there's still time。〃
〃I remember。〃
Brutal considered； then nodded。 〃I'm in。 I feel bad about Del； too； but mostly I think I just want to see what happens when he touches her。 Probably nothing will； but maybe 。。。〃
〃I doubt like hell we even get the big dummy off the block；〃 Harry said； then sighed and nodded。 〃But who gives a shit？ Count me in。〃
〃Me； too；〃 Dean said。 〃Who stays on the block； Paul？ Do we draw straws for it？〃
〃No； sir；〃 I said。 〃No straws。 You stay。〃
〃Just like that？ The hell you say！〃 Dean replied； hurt and angry。 He whipped off his spectacles and began to polish them furiously on his shirt。 〃What kind of a bum deal is that？〃
〃The kind you get if you're young enough to have kids still in school；〃 Brutal said。 〃Harry and me's bachelors。 Paul's married； but his kids are grown and off on their own； at least。 This is a mucho crazy stunt we're planning here； I think we're almost sure to get caught。〃 He gazed at me soberly。 〃One thing you didn't mention； Paul； is that if we do manage to get him out of the slam and then Coffey's healing fingers don't work； Hal Moores is apt to turn us in himself。〃 He gave me a chance to reply to this； maybe to rebut it； but I couldn't and so I kept my mouth shut。 Brutal turned back to Dean and went on。 〃Don't get me wrong； you're apt to lose your job； too； but at least you'd have a chance to get clear of prison if the heat really came down。 Percy's going to think it was a prank； if you're on the duty desk； you can say you thought the same thing and we never told you any different。〃
〃I still don't like it；〃 Dean said； but it was clear he'd go along with it； like it or not。 The thought of his kiddies had convinced him。 〃And it's to be tonight？ You're sure？〃
〃If we're going to do it； it had better be tonight；〃 Harry said。 〃If I get a chance to think about it； I'll most likely lose my nerve。〃
〃Let me be the one to go by the infirmary；〃 Dean said。 〃I can do that much at least； can't I？〃
〃As long as you can do what needs doing without getting caught；〃 Brutal said。
Dean looked offended； and I clapped him on the shoulder。 〃As soon after you clock in as you can 。。。 all right？〃
〃You bet。〃
My wife popped her head through the door as if I'd given her a cue to do so。 〃Who's for more iced tea？〃 she asked brightly。 〃What about you； Brutus？〃
〃No； thanks；〃 he said。 〃What I'd like is a good hard knock of whiskey； but under the circumstances； that might not be a good idea。〃
Janice looked at me； smiling mouth； worried eyes。 〃What are you getting these boys into； Paul？〃 But before I could even think of framing a reply； she raised her hand and said； 〃Never mind； I don't want to know。〃
3。
Later； long after the others were gone and while I was dressing for work； she took me by the arm； swung me around； and looked into my eyes with fierce intensity。
〃Melinda？〃 she asked。
I nodded。
〃Can you do something for her； Paul？ Really do something for her； or is it all wishful dreaming brought on by what you saw last night？〃
I thought of Coffey's eyes； of Coffey's hands； and of the hypnotized way I'd gone to him when he'd wanted me。 I thought of him holding out his hands for Mr。 Jingles's broken； dying body。 While there's still time； he had said。 And the black swirling things that turned white and disappeared。
〃I think we might be the only chance she has left；〃 I said at last。
〃Then take it；〃 she said； buttoning the front of my new fall coat。 It had been in the closet since my birthday at the beginning of September； but this was only the third or fourth time I'd actually worn it。 〃Take it。〃
And she practically pushed me out the door。
4。
I clocked in that night … in many ways the strangest night of my entire life … at twenty past six。 I thought I could still smell the faint； lingering odor of burned flesh on the air。 It had to be an illusion … the doors to the outside； both on the block and in the storage room； had been open most of the day； and the previous two shifts had spent hours scrubbing in there … but that didn't change what my nose was telling me； and I didn't think I could have eaten any dinner even if I hadn't been scared almost to death about the evening which lay ahead。
Brutal came on the block at quarter to seven； Dean at ten 'til。 I asked Dean if he would go over to the infirmary and see if they had a heating pad for my back； which I seemed to have strained that early morning； helping to carry Delacroix's body down into the tunnel。 Dean said he'd be happy to。 I believe he wanted to tip me a wink； but restrained himself。
Harry clocked on at three minutes to seven。
〃The truck？〃 I asked。
〃Where we talked about。〃
So far； so good。 There followed a little passage of time when we stood by the duty desk； drinking coffee and studiously not mentioning what we were all thinking and hoping： that Percy was late； that maybe Percy wasn't going to show up at all。 Considering the hostile reviews he'd gotten on the way he'd handled the electrocution； that seemed at least possible。
But Percy apparently subscribed to that old axiom about how you should get right back on the horse that had thrown you； because here he came through the door at six minutes past seven； resplendent in his blue uniform； with his sidearm on one hip and his hickory stick in its ridiculous custom…made holster on the other。 He punched his time…card； then looked around at us warily （except for Dean； who hadn't e back from the infirmary yet）。 〃My starter busted；〃 he said。 〃I had to crank。…〃
〃Aw；〃 Harry said； 〃po' baby。〃
〃Should have stayed home and got the cussed thing fixed；〃 Brutal said blandly。 〃We wouldn't want you straining your arm none； would we； boys？〃
〃Yeah； you'd like that； wouldn't you？〃 Percy sneered； but I thought he seemed reassured by the relative mildness of Brutal's response。 That was good。 For the next few hours we'd have to walk a line with him … not too hostile； but not too friendly； either。 After last night； he'd find anything even approaching warmth suspect。 We weren't going to get him with his guard down； we all knew that； but I thought we could catch him with it a long piece from all the way up if we played things just right。 It was important that we move fast； but it was also important … to me； at least … that nobody be hurt。 Not even Percy Wetmore。
Dean came back and gave me a little nod。
〃Percy；〃 I said； 〃I want you to go on in the storeroom and mop down the floor。 Stairs to the tunnel； too。 Then you can write your report on last night。〃
〃That should be creative；〃 Brutal remarked； hooking his thumbs into his belt and looking up at the ceiling。
〃You guys are funnier'n a fuck in church；〃 Percy said； but beyond that he didn't protest。 Didn't even point out the obvious； which was that the floor in there had already been washed at least twice that day。 My guess is that he was glad for the chance to be away from us。
I went over the previous shift report； saw nothing that concerned me； and then took a walk down to Wharton's cell。 He was sitting there on his bunk with his knees drawn up and his arms clasped around his shins； looking at me with a bright； hostile smile。
〃Well； if it ain't the big boss；〃 he said。 〃Big as life and twice as ugly。 You look happier'n a pig kneedeep in shit； Boss Edgebe。 Wife give your pecker a pull before you left home； did she？〃
〃How you doing； Kid？〃 I asked evenly； and at that he brightened for real。 He let go of his legs； stood up； and stretched。 His smile broadened； and some of the hostility went out of it。
〃Well； damn！〃 he said。 〃You got my name right for once！ What's the matter with you； Boss Edgebe？ You sick or sumpin？〃
No； not sick。 I'd been sick； but John Coffey had taken care of that。 His hands no longer knew the trick of tying a shoe； if they ever had； but they knew other tricks。 Yes indeed they did。
〃My friend；〃 I told him； 〃if you want to be a Billy the Kid instead of a Wild Bill； it's all the same to me。〃
He puffed visibly； like one of those loathsome fish that live in South American rivers and can sting you almost to death with the spines alon
