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〃Lock Percy's toys in the duty desk until we get back；〃 I said。
〃If we get back；〃 Harry added。
〃I will；〃 Dean said to me； taking no notice of Harry。
〃And if someone shows up … probably no one will； but if someone does … what do you say？〃
〃That Coffey got upset around midnight；〃 Dean said。 He looked as studious as a college student taking a big exam。 〃We had to give him the jacket and but him in the restraint room。 If there's noise； who ever hears it'll just think it's him。〃 He raised his chin to John Coffey。 〃And what about us？〃 Brutal asked。 〃Paul's over in Admin； pulling Del's file and going over the witnesses；〃 Dean said。 〃It's especially important this time； because the execution was such a balls…up。 He said he'd probably be there the rest of the shift。 You and Harry and Percy are over in the laundry； washing your clothes。〃
Well； that was what folks said； anyway。 There was a crap…game in the laundry supply room some nights； on others it was blackjack or poker or acey…deucey。 Whatever it was； the guards who participated were said to be washing their clothes。 There was usually moonshine at these get…togethers； and on occasion a joystick would go around the circle。 It's been the same in prisons since prisons were invented； I suppose。 When you spend your life taking care of mudmen； you can't help getting a little dirty yourself。 In any case； we weren't likely to be checked up on。 〃Clothes washing〃 was treated with great discretion at Cold Mountain。
〃Right with Eversharp；〃 I said； turning Coffey around and putting him in motion。 〃And if it all falls down； Dean； you。 don't know nothing about nothing。〃
〃That's easy to say； but … 〃
At that moment； a skinny arm shot out from between the bars of Wharton's cell and grabbed Coffey's slab of a bicep。 We all gasped。 Wharton should have been dead to the world； all but atose； yet here he stood； swaying back and forth on his feet like a hard…tagged fighter； grinning blearily。
Coffey's reaction was remarkable。 He didn't pull away； but he also gasped； pulling air in over his teeth like someone who has touched something cold and unpleasant。 His eyes widened； and for a moment he looked as if he and dumb had never even met； let alone got up together every morning and lain down together every night。 He had looked alive … there … when he had wanted me to e into his cell so he could touch me。 Help me； in Coffeyspeak。 He had looked that way again when he'd been holding his hands out for the mouse。 Now； for the third time； his face had lit up； as if a spotlight had suddenly been turned on inside his brain。 Except it was different this time。 It was colder this time； and for the first time I wondered what might happen if John Coffey were suddenly to run amok。 We had our guns； we could shoot him； but actually taking him down might not be easy to do。
I saw similar thoughts on Brutal's face； but Wharton just went on grinning his stoned； loose…lipped grin … 〃Where do you think you're going？〃 he asked。 It came out something like Wherra fink yerr gone？
Coffey stood still； looking first at Wharton； then at Wharton's hand； then back into Wharton's face。 I could not read that expression。 I mean I could see the intelligence in it； but I couldn't read it。 As for Wharton； I wasn't worried about him at all。 He wouldn't remember any of this later； he was like a drunk walking in a blackout。
〃You're a bad man；〃 Coffey whispered； and I couldn't tell what I heard in his voice … pain or anger or fear。 Maybe all three。 Coffey looked down at the hand on his arm again； the way you might look at a bug which could give you a really nasty bite； had it a mind。
〃That's right； nigger；〃 Wharton said with a bleary； cocky smile。 〃Bad as you'd want。〃
I was suddenly positive that something awful was going to happen； something that would change the planned course of this early morning as pletely as a cataclysmic earthquake can change the course of a river。 It was going to happen； and nothing I or any of us did would stop it。
Then Brutal reached down； plucked Wharton's hand off John Coffey's arm； and that feeling stopped。 It was as if some potentially dangerous circuit had been broken。 I told you that in my time in E Block； the governor's line never rang。 That was true； but I imagine that if it ever had； I would have felt the same relief that washed over me when Brutal removed Wharton's hand from the big man towering beside me。 Coffey's eyes dulled over at once； it was as if the searchlight inside his head had been turned off。
〃Lie down； Billy；〃 Brutal said。 〃Take you some rest。〃 That was my usual line of patter； but under the circumstances； I didn't mind Brutal using it。
〃Maybe I will；〃 Wharton agreed。 He stepped back； swayed； almost went over； and caught his balance at the last second。 〃Whoo； daddy。 Whole room's spinnin around。 Like bein drunk。〃
He backed toward his bunk； keeping his bleary regard on Coffey as he went。 〃Niggers ought to have they own 'lectric chair；〃 he opined。 Then the backs of his knees struck his bunk and he swooped down onto it。 He was snoring before his head touched his thin prison pillow； deep blue shadows brushed under the hollows of his eyes and the tip of his tongue lolling out。
〃Christ； how'd he get up with so much dope in him？〃 Dean whispered。
〃It doesn't matter； he's out now；〃 I said。 〃If he starts to e around； give him another pill dissolved in a glass of water。 No more than one； though。 We don't want to kill him。〃
〃Speak for yourself；〃 Brutal rumbled； and gave Wharton a contemptuous look。 〃You can't kill a monkey like him with dope； anyway。 They thrive on it。〃
〃He's a bad man；〃 Coffey said； but in a lower voice this time； as if he was not quite sure of what he was saying； or what it meant。
〃That's right；〃。 Brutal said。 〃Most wicked。 But that's not a problem now； because we ain't going to tango with him anymore。〃 We started walking again； the four of us surrounding Coffey like worshippers circling an idol that's e to some stumbling kind of half life。 〃Tell me something； John … do you know where we're taking you？〃
〃To help；〃 he said。 〃I think 。。。 to help 。。。 a lady？〃 He looked at Brutal with hopeful anxiety。
Brutal nodded。 〃That's right。 But how do you know that？ How do you know？〃
John Coffey considered the question carefully； then shook his head。 〃I don't know；〃 he told Brutal。 〃To tell you the truth； boss； I don't know much of anything。 Never have。〃
And with that we had to be content。
6。
I had known the little door between the office and the steps down to the storage room hadn't been built with the likes of Coffey in mind； but I hadn't realized how great the disparity was until he stood before it； looking at it thoughtfully。
Harry laughed； but John himself seemed to see no humor in the big man standing in front of the little door。 He wouldn't have； of course； even if he'd been quite a few degrees brighter than he was； he wouldn't have。 He'd been that big man for most of his life； and this door was just a scrap littler than most。
He sat down； scooted through it that way； stood up again； and went down the stairs to where Brutal was waiting for him。 There he stopped； looking across the empty room at the platform where