e ended up in prison himself。
〃No；〃 I said。
〃What do you mean； no？〃 he asked me furiously。 〃How can you say no？ You saw what he did！ What are you telling me？ That you're still going to let his connections protect him？ After what he did？〃
Brutal stared at me； mouth agape； eyes so angry they were watering。
〃Listen to me； Brutus … you take a poke at him； and most likely we all go。 You； me； Dean； Harry； maybe even Jack Van Hay。 Everyone else moves a rung or two up the ladder； starting with Bill Dodge； and the Prison mission hires three or four Breadline Barneys to fill the spots at the bottom。 Maybe you can live with that； but…〃 I cocked my thumb at Dean； who was staring down the dripping； brick…lined tunnel。 He was holding his specs in one hand； and looked almost as dazed as Percy。 〃But what about Dean？ He's got two kids； one in high school and one just about to go。〃
〃So what's it e down to？〃 Brutal asked。 〃We let him get away with it？〃
〃I didn't know the sponge was supposed to be wet；〃 Percy said in a faint； mechanical voice。 This was the story he had rehearsed beforehand； of course； when he was expecting a painful prank instead of the cataclysm we had just witnessed。 〃It was never wet when we rehearsed。〃
〃Aw； you sucker…〃 Brutal began； and started for Percy。 I grabbed him again and yanked him back。 Footsteps clacked on the steps。 I looked up； desperately afraid of seeing Curtis Anderson； but it was Harry Terwilliger。 His cheeks were paper…white and his lips were purplish； as if he'd been eating blackberry cobbler。
I switched my attention back to Brutal。 〃For God's sake； Brutal； Delacroix's dead； nothing can change that； and Percy's not worth it。〃 Was the plan； or the beginnings of it； in my head even then？ I've wondered about that since； let me tell you。 I've wondered over the course of a lot of years； and have never been able to e up with a satisfactory answer。 I suppose it doesn't matter much。 A lot of things don't matter； but it doesn't keep a man from wondering about them； I've noticed。
〃You guys talk about me like I was a chump；〃 Percy said。 He still sounded dazed and winded … as if someone had punched him deep in the gut … but he was ing back a little。
〃You are a chump； Percy；〃 I said。
〃Hey； you can't…〃
I controlled my own urge to hit him only with the greatest effort。 Water dripped hollowly from the bricks down in the tunnel； our shadows danced huge and misshapen on the walls； like shadows in that Poe story about the big ape in the Rue Morgue。 Thunder bashed； but down here it was muffled。
〃I only want to hear one thing from you； Percy； and that's you repeating your promise to put in for Briar Ridge tomorrow。〃
〃Don't worry about that；〃 he said sullenly。 He looked at the sheeted figure on the gurney； looked away； flicked his eyes up toward my face for a moment； then looked away again。
〃That would be for the best；〃 Harry said。 〃Otherwise； you might get to know Wild Bill Wharton a whole lot better than you want to。〃 A slight pause。 〃We could see to it。〃
Percy was afraid of us； and he was probably afraid of what we might do if he was still around when we found out he'd been talking to Jack Van Hay about what the sponge was for and why we always soaked it in brine； but Harry's mention of Wharton woke real terror in his eyes。 I could see him remembering how Wharton had held him； ruffling his hair and crooning to him。
〃You wouldn't dare；〃 Percy whispered。
〃Yes I would；〃 Harry replied calmly。 〃And do you know what？ I'd get away with it。 Because you've already shown yourself to be careless as hell around the prisoners。 Inpetent； too。〃
Percy's fists bunched and his cheeks colored in a thin pink。 〃I am not…〃
〃Sure you are；〃 Dean said； joining us。 We formed a rough semicircle around Percy at the foot of the stairs； and even a retreat up the tunnel was blocked； the gurney was behind him； with its load of smoking flesh hidden under an old sheet。 〃You just burned Delacroix alive。 If that ain't inpetent； what is？〃
Percy's eyes flickered。 He had been planning to cover himself by pleading ignorance； and now he saw he was hoist by his own petard。 I don't know what he might have said next； because Curtis Anderson came lunging down the stairs just then。
We heard him and drew back from Percy a little； so as not to look quite so threatening。
〃What in the blue fuck was that all about？ Anderson roared。 〃Jesus Christ； there's puke all over the floor up there！ And the smell！ I got Magnusson and Old Toot…Toot to open both doors； but that smell won't e out for five damn years； that's what I'm betting。 And that asshole Wharton is singing about it！ I can hear him！〃
〃Can he carry a tune； Curt？〃 Brutal asked。 You know how you can bum off illuminating gas with a single spark and not be hurt if you do it before the concentration gets too heavy？ This was like that。 We took an instant to gape at Brutus； and then we were all howling。 Our high； hysterical laughter flapped up and down the gloomy tunnel like bats。 Our shadows bobbed and flickered on the walls。 Near the end； even Percy joined in。 At last it died； and in its aftermath we all felt a little better。 Felt sane again。
〃Okay； boys；〃 Anderson said； mopping at his teary eyes with his handkerchief and still snorting out an occasional hiccup of laughter； 〃what the hell happened？〃
〃An execution；〃 Brutal said。 I think his even tone surprised Anderson； but it didn't surprise me； at least not much； Brutal had always been good at turning down his dials in a hurry。 〃A successful one。〃
〃How in the name of Christ can you call a directcurrent abortion like that a success？ We've got witnesses that won't sleep for a month！ Hell； that fat old broad probably won't sleep for a year！〃
Brutal pointed at the gurney； and the shape under the sheet。 〃He's dead； ain't he？ As for your witnesses； most of them will be telling their friends tomorrow night that it was poetic justice … Del there burned a bunch of people alive； so we turned around and burned him alive。 Except they won't say it was us。 They'll say it was the will of God； working through us。 Maybe there's even some truth to that。 And you want to know the best part？ The absolute cat's pajamas？ Most of their friends will wish they'd been here to see it。〃 He gave Percy a look both distasteful and sardonic as he said this last。
〃And if their feathers are a little ruffled； so what？〃 Harry asked。 〃They volunteered for the damn job； nobody drafted them。〃
〃I didn't know the sponge was supposed to be wet；〃 Percy said in his robot's voice。 〃It's never wet in rehearsal。〃
Dean looked at him with utter disgust。 〃How many years did you spend pissing on the toilet seat before someone told you to put it up before you start？〃 he snarled。
Percy opened his mouth to reply； but I told him to shut up。 For a wonder； he did。 I turned to Anderson。
〃Percy fucked up； Curtis … that's what happened； pure and simple。〃 I turned toward Percy； daring him to contradict me。 He didn't； maybe because he read my eyes： better that Anderson hear stupid mistake than on purpose。 And besides； whatever was said down here in the tunnel didn't matter。 What mattered； what always matters to the Percy Wetmores of the world； is what gets written down or overheard by the big bugs … the people who matter。 What matters to the Percys of the world is how it plays in the newspapers。
Anderson looked at the five of us uncertainly。 He even looked at Del； but Del wasn't talking。 〃I guess it could be worse；〃 Anderson said。
〃That's right；〃 I agreed。 〃He could still be alive。〃
Curtis blinked … that possibility seemed not to have crossed his mind。 〃I want a plete report about this on my desk tomorrow；〃 he said。 〃And none of you are going to talk to Warden Moores about it until I've had my chance。 Are you？〃
We shook our heads vehemently。 If Curtis Anderson wanted to tell the warden； why； that was fine by us。
〃If none of those asshole scribblers put it in their papers …〃
〃They won't；〃 I said。 〃If they tried； their editors'd kill it。 Too gruesome for a family audience。 But they won't even try … they were all vets tonight。 Sometimes things go wrong； that's all。 They know it as well as we do。〃
Anderson considered a moment longer； then nodded。 He turned his attention to Percy； an expression of disgust on his usually pleasant face。 〃You're a little asshole；〃 he said； 〃and I don't like you a bit。〃 He nodded at Percy's look of flabbergasted surprise。 〃If you tell any of your candy…ass friends I said that； I'll deny it until Aunt Rhody's old gray goose es back to life； and these men will back me up。 You've got a problem； son。〃
He turned and started up the stairs。 I let him get four steps and then said： 〃Curtis？〃
He turned back； eyebrows raised； saying nothing。
〃You don't want to worry too much about Percy；〃 I said。 〃He's moving on to Briar Ridge soon。 Bigger and better things。 Isn't that right； Percy？〃
〃As soon as his transfer es through；〃 Brutal added。
〃And until it es； he's going to call in sick every night；〃 Dean put in。
That roused Percy； who hadn't been working at the prison long enough to have accumulated any paid sick…time。 He looked at Dean with bright distaste。 〃Don't you wish；〃 he said。
6。
We were back on the block by one…fifteen or so （except for Percy； who had been ordered to clean up the storage room and was sulking his way through the job）； me with a report to write。 I decided to do it at the duty desk； if I sat in my more fortable office chair； I'd likely doze off。 That probably sounds peculiar to you； given what had happened only an hour before' but I felt as if I'd lived three lifetimes since eleven o'clock the previous night； all of them without sleep。
John Coffey was standing at his cell door； tears streaming from his strange； distant eyes … it was like watching blood run out of some unhealable but strangely painless wound。 Closer to the desk； Wharton was sitting on his bunk； rocking from side to side； and singing a song apparently of his own invention； and not quite nonsense。 As well as I can remember； it went something like this：
〃Bar…be…cue！ Me and you！
Stinky； pinky； phew…phew…phew！
It wasn't Billy or Philadelphia Philly； it wasn't Jackie or Roy！ It was a warm little number； a hot cucumber； by the name of Delacroix！〃
〃Shut up； you jerk；〃 I said。
Wharton grinned； showing his mouthful of dingy teeth。 He wasn't dying； at least not yet； he was up； happy； practically tap…dancing。 〃e on in here and make me； why don't you？〃 he said happily； and then began another verse of 〃The Barbecue Song；〃 making up 。 There was something going on in there； all right。 A kind of green and stinking intelligence that was； in its own way； almost brilliant。
I went down to John Coffey。 He wiped away his tears with the heels of his hands。 His eyes were red and sore…looking； and it came to me that he was exhausted； too。 Why he should have been； a man who trudged around the exercise yard maybe two hours a day and either sat or laid down in his cell the rest of the time； I didn't know； but I didn't doubt what I was seeing。 It was too clear。
〃Poor Del；〃 he said in a low； hoarse voice。 〃Poor old Del。〃
〃Yes；〃 I said。 〃Poor old Del。 John； are you okay？〃
〃He's out of it；〃 Coffey said。 〃Del's out of it。 Isn'