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　face　of　an　accountant　who　knows　his　embezzlement　will　soon　be　discovered。　His　tame　mouse　was　sitting　on　his　shoulder。　
Percy　Wetmore　was　leaning　in　the　doorway　of　the　cell　which　had　just　bee　John　Coffey's。　He　had　taken　his　hickory　baton　out　of　the　custom…made　holster　he　carried　it　in；　and　was　tapping　it　against　one　palm　the　way　a　man　does　when　he　has　a　toy　he　wants　to　use。　And　all　at　once　I　couldn't　stand　to　have　him　there。　Maybe　it　was　the　unseasonable　heat；　maybe　it　was　the　urinary　infection　heating　up　my　groin　and　making　the　itch　of　my　flannel　underwear　all　but　unbearable；　maybe　it　was　knowing　that　the　state　had　sent　me　a　black　man　next　door　to　an　idiot　to　execute；　and　Percy　clearly　wanted　to　hand…tool　him　a　little　first。　Probably　it　was　all　those　things。　Whatever　it　was；　I　stopped　caring　about　his　political　connections　for　a　little　while。　
〃Percy。〃　I　said。　〃They're　moving　house　over　in　the　infirmary。〃　
〃Bill　Dodge　is　in　charge　of　that　detail…〃　
〃I　know　he　is；〃　I　said。　〃Go　and　help　him。〃　
'That　isn't　my　job；〃　Percy　said。　〃This　big　lugoon　is　my　job。〃　〃Lugoon〃　was　Percy's　joke　name　for　the　big　ones　…　a　bination　of　lug　and　goon。　He　resented　the　big　ones。　He　wasn't　skinny；　like　Harry　Terwilliger；　but　he　was　short。　A　banty…rooster　sort　of　guy；　the　kind　that　likes　to　pick　fights；　especially　when　the　odds　are　all　their　way。　And　vain　about　his　hair。　Could　hardly　keep　his　hands　off　it。　
〃Then　your　job　is　done；〃　I　said。　〃Get　over　to　the　infirmary。〃　
His　lower　lip　pooched　out。　Bill　Dodge　and　his　men　were　moving　boxes　and　stacks　of　sheets；　even　the　beds；　the　whole　infirmary　was　going　to　a　new　frame　building　over　on　the　west　side　of　the　prison。　Hot　work；　heavy　lifting。　Percy　Wetmore　wanted　no　part　of　either。　
〃They　got　all　the　men　they　need；〃　he　said。　
〃Then　get　over　there　and　straw…boss；〃　I　said；　raising　my　voice。　I　saw　Harry　wince　and　paid　no　attention。　If　the　governor　ordered　Warden　Moores　to　fire　me　for　ruffling　the　wrong　set　of　feathers；　who　was　Hal　Moores　going　to　put　in　my　place？　Percy？　It　was　a　joke。　〃I　really　don't　care　what　you　do；　Percy；　as　long　as　you　get　out　of　here　for　awhile！'　
For　a　moment　I　thought　he　was　going　to　stick　and　there'd　be　real　trouble；　with　Coffey　standing　there　the　whole　time　like　the　world's　biggest　stopped　clock。　Then　Percy　rammed　his　billy　back　into　its　hand…tooled　holster…foolish　damned　vanitorious　thing　…　and　went　stalking　up　the　corridor。　I　don't　remember　which　guard　was　sitting　at　the　duty　desk　that　day…one　of　the　floaters；　I　guess　…　but　Percy　must　not　have　liked　the　way　he　looked；　because　he　growled；　〃You　wipe　that　smirk　off　your　shitepoke　face　or　I'll　wipe　it　off　for　you〃　as　he　went　by。　There　was　a　rattle　of　keys；　a　momentary　blast　of　hot　sunlight　from　the　exercise　yard；　and　then　Percy　Wetmore　was　gone；　at　least　for　the　time　being。　Delacroix's　mouse　ran　back　and　forth　from　one　of　the　little　Frenchman's　shoulders　to　the　other；　his　filament　whiskers　twitching。　
〃Be　still；　Mr。　Jingles；〃　Delacroix　said；　and　the　mouse　stopped　on　his　left　shoulder　just　as　if　he　had　understood。　〃Just　be　so　still　and　so　quiet。〃　In　Delacroix's　lilting　Cajun　accent；　quiet　came　out　sounding　exotic　and　foreign　…　kwaht。　
〃You　go　lie　down；　Del；〃　I　said　curtly。　〃Take　you　a　rest。　This　is　none　of　your　business；　either！'　
He　did　as　I　said。　He　had　raped　a　young　girl　and　killed　her；　and　had　then　dropped　her　body　behind　the　apartment　house　where　she　lived；　doused　it　with　coal…oil；　and　then　set　it　on　fire；　hoping　in　some　muddled　way　to　dispose　of　the　evidence　of　his　crime。　The　fire　had　spread　to　the　building　itself；　had　engulfed　it；　and　six　more　people　had　died；　two　of　them　children。　It　was　the　only　crime　he　had　in　him；　and　now　he　was　just　a　mild…mannered　man　with　a　worried　face；　a　bald　pate；　and　long　hair　straggling　over　the　back　of　his　shirt…collar。　He　would　sit　down　with　Old　Sparky　in　a　little　while；　and　Old　Sparky　would　make　an　end　to　him　。。。　but　whatever　it　was　that　had　done　that　awful　thing　was　already　gone；　and　now　he　lay　on　his　bunk；　letting　his　little　panion　run　squeaking　over　his　hands。　In　a　way；　that　was　the　worst；　Old　Sparky　never　burned　what　was　inside　them；　and　the　drugs　they　inject　them　with　today　don't　put　it　to　sleep。　It　vacates；　jumps　to　someone　else；　and　leaves　us　to　kill　husks　that　aren't　really　alive　anyway。　
I　turned　my　attention　to　the　giant。　
〃If　I　let　Harry　take　those　chains　off　you；　are　you　going　to　be　nice？〃　
He　nodded。　It　was　like　his　head…shake：　down　；　up；　back　to　center。　His　strange　eyes　looked　at　me。　There　was　a　kind　of　peace　in　them；　but　not　a　kind　I　was　sure　I　could　trust。　I　crooked　a　finger　to　Harry；　who　came　in　and　unlocked　the　chains。　He　showed　no　fear　now；　even　when　he　knelt　between　Coffey's　treetrunk　legs　to　unlock　the　ankle　irons；　and　that　eased　me　some。　It　was　Percy　who　had　made　Harry　nervous；　and　I　trusted　Harry's　instincts。　I　trusted　the　instincts　of　all　my　day…to…day　E　Block　men；　except　for　Percy。　
I　have　a　little　set　speech　I　make　to　men　new　on　the　block；　but　I　hesitated　with　Coffey；　because　he　seemed　so　abnormal；　and　not　just　in　his　size。　
When　Harry　stood　back　（Coffey　had　remained　motionless　during　the　entire　unlocking　ceremony；　as　placid　as　a　Percheron）；　I　looked　up　at　my　new　charge；　tapping　on　the　clipboard　with　my　thumb；　and　said：　〃Can　you　talk；　big　boy？〃　
〃Yes；　sir；　boss；　I　can　talk；〃　he　said。　His　voice　ade　me　think　of　a　freshly　tuned　tractor　engine。　He　had　no　real　Southern　drawl…he　said　I；　not　Ah…but　there　was　a　kind　of　Southern　construction　to　his　speech　that　I　noticed　later。　As　if　he　was　from　the　South；　but　not　of　it。　He　didn't　sound　illiterate；　but　he　didn't　sound　educated。　In　his　speech　as　in　so　many　other　things；　he　was　a　mystery。　Mostly　it　was　his　eyes　that　troubled　me　…　a　kind　of　peaceful　absence　in　them；　as　if　he　were　floating　far；　far　away。　
〃Your　name　is　John　Coffey。〃　
〃Yes；　sir；　boss；　like　the　drink　only　not　spelled　the　same　way。〃　
〃So　you　can　spell；　can　you？　Read　and　write？〃　
〃Just　my　name；　boss；〃　said　he；　serenely。　
I　sighed；　then　gave　him　a　short　version　of　my　set　speech。　I'd　already　decided　he　wasn't　going　to　be　any　trouble。　In　that　I　was　both　right　and　wrong。　
〃My　name　is　Paul　Edgebe；〃　I　said。　〃I'm　the　E　Block　super　…　the　head　screw。　You　want　something　from　me；　ask　for　me　by　name。　If　I'm　not　here；　ask　this　other；　man　…　his　name　is　Harry　Terwilliger。　Or　you　ask　for　Mr。　Stanton　or　Mr。　Howell。　Do　you　understand　that？〃　
Coffey　nodded。　
〃Just　don't　expect　to　get　what　you　want　unless　we　decide　it's　what　you　need　…　this　isn't　a　hotel。　Still　with　me？〃　
He　nodded　again。　
〃This　is　a　quiet　place；　big　boy　…　not　like　the　rest　of　the　prison。　It's　just　you　and　Delacroix　over　there。　You　won't　work；　mostly　you'll　just　sit。　Give　you　a　chance　to　think　things　over。〃　Too　much　time　for　most　of　them；　but　I　didn't　say　that。　〃Sometimes　we　play　the　radio；　if　all's　in　order。　You　like　the　radio？〃　
He　nodded；　but　doubtfully；　as　if　he　wasn't　sure　what　the　radio　was。　I　later　found　out　that　was　true；　in　a　way；　Coffey　knew　things　when　he　encountered　them　again；　but　in　between　he　forgot。　He　knew　the　characters　on　Our　Gal　Sunday；　but　had　only　the　haziest　memory　of　what　they'd　been　up　to　the　last　time。　
〃If　you　behave；　you'll　eat　on　time；　you'll　never　see　the　solitary　cell　down　at　the　far　end；　or　have　to　wear　one　of　those　canvas　coats　that　buttons　up　the　back。　You'll　have　two　hours　in　the　yard　afternoons　from　four　until　six；　except　on　Saturdays　when　the　rest　of　the　prison　population　has　their　flag　football　games。　You'll　have　your　visitors　on　Sunday　afternoons；　if　you　have　someone　who　wants　to　visit　you。　Do　you；　Coffey？〃　
He　shook　his　head。　〃Got　none；　boss；〃　he　said。　
'Well；　your　lawyer；　then！'　
〃I　believe　I've　seen　the　back　end　of　him；〃　he　said。　〃He　was　give　to　me　on　loan。　Don't　believe　he　could　find　his　way　up　here　in　the　mountains！'　
I　looked　at　him　closely　to　see　if　he　might　be　trying　a　little　joke；　but　he　didn't　seem　to　be。　And　I　really　hadn't　expected　any　different。　Appeals　weren't　for　the　likes　of　John　Coffey；　not　back　then；　they　had　their　day　in　court　and　then　the　world　forgot　them　until　they　saw　a　squib　in　the　paper　saying　a　certain　fellow　had　taken　a　little　electricity　along　about　midnight。　But　a　man　with　a　wife；　children；　or　friends