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绿里奇迹(英文版)-第100章

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d on and not Coffey or one of you men。 And speaking of your men; Paul; will they all tell the same story?〃 
〃Yes; sir;〃 I told him。 〃And they will;〃 I said to Jan; starting in on the soup she brought to the table。 〃I'll see to it。〃 
〃You did lie;〃 she said。 〃You lied to Hal。〃 
Well; that's a wife for you; isn't it? Always poking around for moth…holes in your best suit; and finding one more often than not。 
〃I guess; if you want to look at it that way。 I didn't tell him anything we both won't be able to live with; though。 Hal's in the clear; I think。 He wasn't even there; after all。 He was home tending his wife until Curtis called him。〃 
〃Did he say how Melinda was?〃 
〃Not then; there wasn't time; but we spoke again just as Brutal and I were leaving。 Melly doesn't remember much; but she's fine。 Up and walking。 Talking about next year's flower beds。〃 
My wife sat watching me eat for some little time。 Then she asked; 〃Does Hal know it's a miracle; Paul? Does he understand that?〃 
〃Yes。 We all do; all of us that were there。〃 
〃Part of me wishes I'd been there; too;〃 she said; 〃but I think most of me is glad I wasn't。 If I'd seen the scales fall from Saul's eyes on the road to Damascus。 I probably would have died of a heart attack。〃 
〃Naw;〃 I said; tilting my bowl to capture the last spoonful; 〃probably would have cooked him some soup。 This is pretty fine; hon。〃 
〃Good。〃 But she wasn't really thinking about soup or cooking or Saul's conversion on the Damascus road。 She was looking out the window toward the ridges; her chin propped on her hand; her eyes as hazy as those ridges look on summer mornings when it's going to be hot。 Summer mornings like the one when the Detterick girls had been found; I thought for no reason。 I wondered why they hadn't screamed。 
Their killer had hurt them; there had been blood on the porch; and on the steps。 So why hadn't they screamed? 
〃You think John Coffey really killed that man Wharton; don't you?〃 Janice asked; looking back from the window at last。 〃Not that it was an accident; or anything like that; you think he used Percy Wetmore on Wharton like a gun。〃 
〃Yes。〃 
〃Why?〃 
〃I don't know。' 
〃Tell me again about what happened when you took Coffey off the Mile; would you? Just that part。〃 
So I did。 I told her how the skinny arm shooting out from between the bars and grabbing John 's bicep had reminded me of a snake…one of the water moccasins we were all scared of when we were kids swimming in the river … and how Coffey had said Wharton was a bad man。 Almost whispering it。 
〃And Wharton said 。。。 ?〃 My wife was looking out the window again; but she was listening; all right。 
〃Wharton said; 'That's right; nigger; bad as you'd want。; 〃 
〃And that's all。〃 
〃Yes。 I had a feeling that something was going to happen right then; but nothing did。 Brutal took Wharton's hand off John and told him to lie down; which Wharton did。 He was out on his feet to start with。 Said something about how niggers should have their own electric chair; and that was all。 We went about our business。〃 
〃John Coffey called him a bad man。〃 
〃Yep。 Said the same thing about Percy once; too。 Maybe more than once。 I can't remember exactly when; but I know he did。〃 
〃But Wharton never did anything to John Coffey personally; did he? Like he did to Percy; I mean。〃 
〃No。 The way their cells were … Wharton up by the duty desk on one side; John down a ways on the other … they could hardly see each other。〃 
〃Tell me again how Coffey looked when Wharton grabbed him。〃 
〃Janice; this isn't getting us anywhere。〃 
〃Maybe it isn't and maybe it is。 Tell me again how he looked。〃 
I sighed。 〃I guess you'd have to say shocked。 He gasped。 Like you would if you were sunning at the beach and I snuck up and trickled a little cold water down your back。 Or like he'd been slapped。〃 
〃Well; sure;〃 she said。 〃Being grabbed out of nowhere like that startled him; woke him up for a second。〃 
〃Yes;〃 I said。 And then; 〃No。〃 
〃Well which is it? Yes or no?〃 
〃No。 It wasn't being startled。 It was like when he wanted me to e into his cell so he could cure my infection。 Or when he wanted me to hand him the mouse。 It was being surprised; but not by being touched 。。。 not exactly; anyway 。。。 oh Christ; Jan; I don't know。〃 
〃All right; we'll leave it;〃 she said。 〃I just can't imagine why John did it; that's all。 It's not as if he's violent by nature。 Which leads to another question; Paul: how can you execute him if you're right about those girls? How can you possibly put him in the electric chair if someone else 
I jerked in my chair。 My elbow struck my bowl and knocked it off onto the floor; where it broke。 An idea had e to me。 It was more intuition than logic at that point; but it had a certain black elegance。 
〃Paul?〃 Janice asked; alarmed。 〃What's wrong?〃 
〃I don't know;〃 I said。 〃I don't know anything for sure; but I'm going to find out if I can。〃 
4。 
The aftermath of the shooting was a three…ring circus with the governor in one ring; the prison in another; and poor brain…blasted Percy Wetmore in the third。 And the ringmaster? Well; the various gentlemen of the press took turns at that job。 They weren't as bad then as they are now … they didn't allow themselves to be as bad … but even back then before Geraldo and Mike Wallace and the rest of them; they could gallop along pretty good when they really got the bit in their teeth。 That was what happened this time; and while the show lasted; it was a good one。 
But even the liveliest circus; the one with the scariest freaks; funniest clowns; and wildest animals; has to leave town eventually。 This one left after the Board of Enquiry; which sounds pretty special and fearsome; but actually turned out to be pretty tame and perfunctory。 Under other circumstances; the governor undoubtedly would have demanded someone's head on a platter; but not this time。 His nephew by marriage … his wife's own blood kin … had gone crackers and killed a man。 Had killed a killer … there was that; at least; and thank God for it … but Percy had still shot the man as he lay sleeping in his cell; which was not quite sporting。 When you added in the fact that the young man in q
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