第52部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

t　and　swung　back　and　forth　in　the　air。　He'll　keep　you　safe；　that's　what　she'd　told　him；　but　John　Coffey　didn't　look　a　bit　safe。　He　looked　like　he　had　taken　Melinda's　place　on　the　lip　of　that　grave　Harry　had　spoken　of。

But　I　couldn't　think　about　John　Coffey　just　then　I　turned　around　to　the　others。　〃Dean；　get　Percy's　pistol　and　hickory　stick。〃

〃Okay。〃　He　went　back　up　to　the　desk；　unlocked　the　drawer　with　the　gun　and　the　stick　in　it；　and　brought　them　back。

〃Ready？〃　I　asked　them。　My　men　…　good　men；　and　was　never　prouder　of　them　than　I　was　that　night；　nodded。　Harry　and　Dean　both　looked　nervous；　Brutal　as　stolid　as　ever。　〃Okay。　I'm　going　to　do　the　talking。　The　less　the　rest　of　you　open　your　mouths；　the　better　it'll　probably　be　and　the　quicker　it'll　probably　wrap　up　。。。　for　better　or　worse。　Okay？〃

They　nodded　again。　I　took　a　deep　breath　and　walked　down　to　the　Green　Mile　restraint　room。

Percy　looked　up；　squinting；　when　the　light　fell　on　him。　He　was　sitting　on　the　floor　and　licking　at　the　tape　I　had　slapped　across　his　mouth。　The　part　I'd　wound　around　to　the　back　of　his　head　had　e　free　（probably　the　sweat　and　brilliantine　in　his　hair　had　loosened　it）；　and　he'd　gotten　a　ways　toward　getting　the　rest　off；　as　well。　Another　hour　and　he　would've　been　bawling　for　help　at　the　top　of　his　lungs。

He　used　his　feet　to　shove　himself　a　little　way　backward　when　we　came　in；　then　stopped；　no　doubt　realizing　that　there　was　nowhere　to　go　except　for　the　southeast　corner　of　the　room。

I　took　his　gun　and　stick　from　Dean　and　held　them　out　in　Percy's　direction。　〃Want　these　back？〃　I　asked。

He　looked　at　me　warily；　then　nodded　his　head。

〃Brutal；〃　I　said。　〃Harry。　Get　him　on　his　feet。〃

They　bent；　hooked　him　under　the　canvas　arms　of　the　strai