绿里奇迹(英文版)-第30部分
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cy Wetmore knew as much about tact as I do about the native tribes of darkest Africa； in my opinion … but it was a damned good thing； just the same。 If he'd started in whining about how Brutal had pushed him into the wall or wondering why no one had told him that nasty men like Wild Billy Wharton sometimes turned up on E Block； I think we would have killed him。 Then we could have toured the Green Mile in a whole new way。 That's sort of a funny idea； when you consider it。 I missed my chance to make like James Cagney in White Heat。
Anyway； when we were sure that Dean was going to keep breathing and that he wasn't going to pass out on the spot； Harry and Brutal escorted him over to the infirmary。 Delacroix； who had been absolutely silent during the scuffle （he had been in prison lots of times； that one； and knew when it was prudent to keep his yap shut and when it was relatively safe to open it again）； began bawling loudly down the corridor as Harry and Brutal helped Dean out。 Delacroix wanted to know what had happened。 You would have thought his constitutional rights had been violated。
〃Shut up； you little queer！〃 Percy yelled back； so furious that the veins stood out on the sides of his neck。 I put a hand on his arm and felt it quivering beneath his shirt。 Some of this was residual fright； of course （every now and then I had to remind myself that part of Percy's problem was that he was only twenty…one； not much older than Wharton）； but I think most of it was rage。 He hated Delacroix。 I don't know just why； but he did。
〃Go see if Warden Moores is still here；〃 I told Percy。 〃If he is； give him a plete verbal report on what happened。 Tell him he'll have my written report on his desk tomorrow； if I can manage it。〃
Percy swelled visibly at this responsibility； for a horrible moment or two； I actually thought he might salute。 〃Yes； sir。 I will。〃
〃Begin by telling him that the situation in E Block is normal。 It's not a story； and the warden won't appreciate you dragging it out to heighten the suspense。〃
〃I won't。〃
〃Okay。 Off you go。〃
He started for the door； then turned back。 The one thing you could count on with him was contrariness。 I desperately wanted him gone； my groin was on fire； and now he didn't seem to want to go。
〃Are you all right； Paul？〃 he asked。 〃Running a fever； maybe？ Got a touch of the grippe？ Cause there's sweat all over your face。〃
〃I might have a touch of something； but mostly I'm fine；〃 I said。 〃Go on； Percy； tell the warden。〃
He nodded and left … thank Christ for small favors。 As soon as the door was closed； I lunged into my office。 Leaving the duty desk unmanned was against regulations； but I was beyond caring about that。 It was bad … like it had been that morning。
I managed to get into the little toilet cubicle behind the desk and to get my business out of my pants before the urine started to gush； but it was a near thing。 I had to put a hand over my mouth to stifle a scream as I began to flow； and grabbed blindly for the lip of the washstand with the other。 It wasn't like my house； where I could fall to my knees and piss a puddle beside the woodpile； if I went to my knees here； the urine would go all over the floor。
I managed to keep my feet and not to scream； but it was a close thing on both counts。 It felt like my urine had been filled with tiny slivers of broken glass。 The smell ing up from the toilet bowl was swampy and unpleasant； and I could see white stuff … pus； I guess … floating on the surface of the water。
I took the towel off the rack and wiped my face with it。 I was sweating； all right； it was pouring off me。 I looked into the metal mirror and saw the flushed face of a man running a high fever looking back at me。 Hundred and three？ Hundred and four？
Better not to know； maybe。 I put the towel back on its bar； flushed the toilet； and walked slowly back across my office to the cellblock door。 I was afraid Bill Dodge or someone else might have e in and seen three prisoners with no attendants； but the place was empty。 Wharton still lay unconscious on his bunk； Delacroix had fallen silent； and John Coffey had never made a single noise at all； I suddenly realized。 Not a peep。 Which was worrisome。
I went down the Mile and glanced into Coffey's cell； half…expecting to discover he'd mitted suicide in one of the two mon Death Row ways either hanging himself with his pants； or gnawing into his wrists。 No such thing； it turned out。 Coffey merely sat on the end of his bunk with his hands in his lap； the largest man I'd ever seen in my life； looking at me with his strange； wet eyes。
〃Cap'n？〃 he said。
〃What's up； big boy？〃
〃I need to see you。〃
〃Ain't you looking right at me； John Coffey？〃
He said nothing to this； only went on studying me with his strange； leaky gaze。 I sighed。
〃In a second； big boy。〃
I looked over at Delacroix； who was standing at the bars of his cell。 Mr。 Jingles； his pet mouse （Delacroix would tell you he'd trained Mr。 Jingles to do tricks； but us folks who worked on the Green Mile were pretty much unanimous in the opinion that Mr。 Jingles had trained himself）； was jumping restlessly back and forth from one of Del's outstretched hands to the other； like an acrobat doing leaps from platforms high above the center ring。 His eyes were huge； his ears laid back against his sleek brown skull。 I hadn't any doubt that the mouse was reacting to Delacroix's nerves。 As I watched； he ran down Delacroix's pants leg and across the cell to where the brightly colored spool lay against one wall。 He pushed the spool back to Delacroix's foot and then looked up at him eagerly； but the little Cajun took no notice of his friend； at least for the time being。
〃What happen； boss？〃 Delacroix asked。 〃Who been hurt？〃
〃Everything's jake；〃 I said。 〃Our new boy came in like a lion； but now he's passed out like a lamb。 All's well that ends well。〃
〃It ain't over yet；〃 Delacroix said； looking up the Mile toward the cell where Wharton was jugged。 〃L'homme mauvais； c'est〃
〃Well；〃 I said； 〃don't let it get you down； Del。 Nobody's going to make you play skiprope with him out in the yard。〃
There was a creaking sound from behind me as Coffey got off his bunk。 〃Boss Edgebe！〃 he said again。 This time he sounded urgent。 〃I need to talk to you！〃
I turned to him； thinking； all right； no problem； talking was my business。 All the time trying not to shiver； because the fever had turned cold； as they sometimes will。 Except for my groin； which still felt as if it had been slit open； filled with hot coals； and then sewed back up again。
〃So talk； John Coffey；〃 I said； trying to keep my voice light and calm。 For the first time since he'd e onto E Block； Coffey looked as though he was really here； really among us。 The almost ceaseless trickle of tears from the corners of his eyes had ceased； at least for the time being； and I knew he was seeing what he was looking at … Mr。 Paul Edgebe； E Block's bull…goose screw； and not some place he wished he could return to； and take back the terrible thing he'd done。
〃No；〃 he said。 〃You got to e in here。〃
〃Now； you know I can't do that；〃 I said； still trying for the light tone； 〃at least not right this minute。 I'm on my own here for the time being； and you outweigh me by just about a ton and a half。 We've had us one hooraw this afternoon； and that's enough。 So we'll just have us a chat through the bars； if it's all the same to you； and … 〃
〃Please！〃 He was holding the bars so tightly that his knuckles were pale and his fingernails were white。 His face was long with distress； those strange eyes sharp with some need I could not understand。 I remember thinking that maybe I could've understood it if I hadn't been so sick； and knowing that would have given me a way of helping him through the rest of it。 When you know what a man needs； you know the man； more often than not。 〃Please； Boss Edgebe！ You have to e in！〃
That's the nuttiest thing I ever heard； I thought； and then realized something even nuttier： I was going to do it。 I had my keys off my belt and I was hunting through them for the ones that opened John Coffey's cell。 He could have picked me up and broken me over his knee like kindling on a day when I was well and
