jg.atimetokill-第107部分

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　〃Yes；　I　certainly　do。〃
　〃Murder；　wasn't　it？〃
　〃Yes。〃
　〃And　you　testified　as　an　expert　in　the　field　of　psychiatry　and　told　the　jury　that　Mr。　Wooddall　was　not　insane？〃
　〃I　did。〃
　〃Do　you　recall　how　many　psychiatrists　testified　on　his　behalf　and　told　the　jury　the　poor　man　was　legally　insane？〃
　〃I　believe　there　were　five；　Mr。　Brigance。〃
　〃That's　correct；　Doctor。　Five　against　one。　Do　you　recall　what　the　jury　did？〃
　The　anger　and　frustration　was　building　in　the　witness
　stand。　The　wise　old　grandfather/professor　with　all　the　right　answers　was　being　rattled。　〃Yes；　I　recall。　He　was　found　not　guilty　by　reason　of　insanity。〃
　〃How　do　you　explain　that；　Dr。　Rodeheaver？　Five　against　one；　and　the　jury　finds　against　you？〃
　〃You　just　can't　trust　juries；〃　he　blurted；　then　caught　himself。　He　fidgeted　and　grinned　awkwardly　at　the　jurors。
　Jake　stared　at　him　with　a　wicked　smile；　then　looked　at　the　jury　in　disbelief。　He　folded　his　arms　and　allowed　the　last　words　to　sink　in。　He　waited；　staring　and　grinning　at　the　witness。
　〃You　may　proceed；　Mr。　Brigance；〃　Noose　finally　said。
　Moving　slowly　and　with　great　animation；　Jake　gathered　his　files　and　notes　while　staring　at　Rodeheaver。　〃I　think　we've　heard　enough　from　this　witness；　Your　Honor。〃
　〃Any　redirect；　Mr。　Buckley？〃
　〃No；　sir。　The　State　rests。〃
　Noose　addressed　the　jury。　〃Ladies　and　gentlemen；　this　trial　is　almost　over。　There　will　be　no　more　witnesses。　I　will　now　meet　with　the　attorneys　to　cover　some　technical　areas；　then　they　will　be　allowed　to　make　their　final　arguments　to　you。　That　will　begin　at　two　o'clock　and　take　a　couple　of　hours。　You　will　finally　get　the　case　around　four；　and　I　will　allow　you　to　deliberate　until　six。　If　you　do　not　reach　a　verdict　today；　you　will　be　taken　back　to　your　rooms　until　tomorrow。　It　is　now　almost　eleven；　and　we'll　recess　until　two。　I　need　to　see　the　attorneys　in　chambers。〃
　Carl　Lee　leaned　over　and　spoke　to　his　lawyer　for　the　first　time　since　Saturday's　adjournment。　〃You　tore　him　up　pretty　good；　Jake。〃
　〃Wait　till　you　hear　the　closing　argument。〃
　Jake　avoided　Harry　Rex；　and　drove　to　Karaway。　His　childhood　home　was　an　old　country　house　in　downtown；　surrounded　by　ancient　oaks　and　maples　and　elms　that　kept　it　cool　in　spite　of　the　summer　heat。　In　the　back；　past　the　trees；　was　a　long　open　field　which　ran　for　an　eighth　of　a　mile　and　disappeared　over　a　small　hill。　A　chickenwire　backstop　stood　over　the　weeds　in　one　corner。　Here；　Jake　had　taken　his　first　steps；　rode　his　first　bike；　thrown　his　first　football　and　base…
　ball。　Under　an　oak　beside　the　field；　he　had　buried　three　dogs；　a　raccoon；　a　rabbit；　and　some　ducks。　A　tire　from　a　'54　Buick　swung　not　far　from　the　small　cemetery。
　The　house　had　been　locked　and　deserted　for　two　months。　A　neighborhood　kid　cut　the　grass　and　tended　the　lawn。　Jake　checked　the　house　once　a　week。　His　parents　were　somewhere　in　Canada　in　a　camper…the　summer　ritual。　He　wished　he　were　with　them。
　He　unlocked　the　door　and　walked　upstairs　to　his　room。　It　would　never　change。　The　walls　were　covered　with　team　pictures；　trophies；　baseball　caps；　posters　of　Pete　Rose；　Archie　Manning；　and　Hank　Aaron。　A　row　of　baseball　gloves　hung　above　the　closet　door。　A　cap　and　gown　picture　sat　on　the　dresser。　His　mother　still　cleaned　it　weekly。　She　once　told　him　she　often　went　to　his　room　and　expected　to　find　him　doing　homework　or　sorting　baseball　cards。　She　would　flip　through　his　scrapbooks；　and　get　all　teary　eyed。
　He　thought　of　Hanna's　room；　with　the　stuffed　animals　and　Mother　Goose　wallpaper。　A　thick　knot　formed　in　his　throat。
　He　looked　out　the　window；　past　the　trees；　and　saw　himself　swinging　in　the　tire　near　the　three　white　crosses　where　he　buried　his　dogs。　He　remembered　each　funeral；　and　his　father's　promises　to　get　another　dog。　He　thought　of　Hanna　and　her　dog；　and　his　eyes　watered。
　The　bed　was　much　smaller　now。　He　removed　his　shoes　and　lay　down。　A　football　helmet　hung　from　the　ceiling。　Eighth　grade；　Karaway　Mustangs。　He　scored　seven　touchdowns　in　five　games。　It　was　all　on　film　downstairs　under　the　bookshelves。　The　butterflies　floated　wildly　through　his　stomach。
　He　carefully　placed　his　notes…his　notes；　not　Lucien's…　on　the　dresser。　He　studied　himself　in　the　mirror。
　He　addressed　the　jury。　He　began　by　facing　his　biggest　problem；　Dr。　W。T。　Bass。　He　apologized。　A　lawyer　walks　into　a　courtroom；　faces　a　strange　jury；　and　has　nothing　to　offer　but　his　credibility。　And　if　he　does　anything　to　hurt　his　credibility；　he　has　hurt　his　cause；　his　client。　He　asked　them　tb　believe　that　he　would　never　put　a　convicted　felon　on　the　stand　as　an
　expert　witness　in　any　trial。　He　did　not　know　of　the　conviction；　he　raised　his　hand　and　swore　to　this。　The　world　is　full　of　psychiatrists；　and　he　could　easily　have　found　another　if　he　had　known　Bass　had　a　problem；　but　he　simply　did　not　know。　And　he　was　sorry。
　But　what　about　Bass's　testimony。　Thirty　years　ago　he　had　sex　with　a　girl　under　eighteen　in　Texas。　Does　that　mean　he　is　lying　now　in　this　trial？　Does　that　mean　you　cannot　trust　his　professional　opinion？　Please　be　fair　to　Bass　the　psychiatrist；　forget　Bass　the　person。　Please　be　fair　to　his　patient；　Carl　Lee　Hailey。　He　knew　nothing　of　the　doctor's　past。
　There　was　something　about　Bass　they　might　like　to　know。　Something　that　was　not　mentioned　by　Mr。　Buckley　when　he　was　ripping　the　doctor　to　pieces。　The　girl　he　had　sex　with　was　seventeen。　She　later　became　his　wife；　bore　him　a　son；　and　was　pregnant　when　she　and　the　boy　were　killed　in　a　train…
　〃Objection！〃　Buckley　shouted。　〃Objection；　Your　Honor。　That　evidence　is　not　in　the　record！〃
　〃Sustained。　Mr。　Brigance；　you　are　not　to　refer　to　facts　not　in　evidence。　The　jury　will　disregard　the　last　statements　by　Mr。　Brigance。〃
　Jake　ignored　Noose　and　Buckley　and　stared　painfully　at　the　jury。
　When　the　shouting　died；　he　continued。　What　about　Rodeheaver？　He　wondered　if　the　State's　doctor　had　ever　engaged　in　sex　with　a　girl　under　eighteen。　Seemed　silly　to　think　about　such　things；　didn't　it？　Bass　and　Rodeheaver　in　their　younger　days…it　seemed　so　unimportant　now　in　this　courtroom　almost　thirty　years　later。
　The　State's　doctor　is　a　man　with　an　obvious　bias。　A　highly　trained　specialist　who　treats　thousands　for　all　sorts　of　mental　illnesses；　yet　when　crimes　are　involved　he　cannot　recognize　insanity。　His　testimony　should　be　carefully　weighed。
　They　watched　him；　listened　to　every　word。　He　was　not　a　courtroom　preacher；　like　his　opponent。　He　was　quiet；　sincere。　He　looked　tired；　almost　hurt。
　Lucien　was　sober；　and　he　sat　with　folded　arms　and　watched　the　jurors；　all　except　Sisco。　It　was　not　his　closing；　but　it　was　good。　It　was　ing　from　the　heart。
　Jake　apologized　for　his　inexperience。　He　had　not　been　in　many　trials；　not　nearly　as　many　as　Mr。　Buckley。　And　if　he　seemed　a　little　green；　or　if　he　made　mistakes；　please　don't　hold　it　against　Carl　Lee。　It　wasn't　his　fault。　He　was　just　a　rookie　trying　his　best　against　a　seasoned　adversary　who　tried　murder　cases　every　month。　He　made　a　mistake　with　Bass；　and　he　made　other　mistakes；　and　he　asked　the　jury　to　forgive　him。
　He　had　a　daughter；　the　only　one　he　would　ever　have。　She　was　four；　almost　five；　and　his　world　revolved　around　her。　She　was　special；　she　was　a　little　girl；　and　it　was　up　to　him　to　protect　her。　There　was　a　bond　there；　something　he　could　not　explain。　He　talked　about　little　girls。
　Carl　Lee　had　a　daughter。　Her　name　was　Tonya。　He　pointed　to　her　on　the　front　row　next　to　her　mother　and　brothers。　She's　a　beautiful　little　girl；　ten　years　old。　And　she　can　never　have　children。　She　can　never　have　a　daughter　because…〃
　〃Objection；〃　Buckley　said　without　shouting。
　〃Sustained；〃　Noose　said。
　Jake　ignored　the　motion。　He　talked　about　rape　for　a　while；　and　explained　how　rape　is　much　worse　than　murder。　With　murder；　the　victim　is　gone；　and　not　forced　to　deal　with　what　happened　to　her。　The　family　must　deal　with　it；　but　not　the　victim。　But　rape　is　much　worse。　The　victim　has　a　lifetime　of　coping；　of　trying　to　understand；　of　asking　questions；　and；　the　worst　part；　of　knowing　the　rapist　is　still　alive　and　may　someday　escape　or　be　released。　Every　hour　of　every　day；　the　victim　thinks　of　the　rape　and　asks　herself　a　thousand　questions。　She　relives　it；　step　by　step；　minute