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。

tjacket；　and　up　he　came。　I　moved　toward　him　until　we　were　almost　nose　to　nose。　I　could　smell　the　sour　sweat　in　which　he'd　been　basting。　Some　of　it　probably　came　from　his　efforts　to　get　free　of　the　quiet…down　coat；　or　to　administer　the　occasional　kicks　to　the　door　Dean　had　heard；　but　I　thought　most　of　his　sweat　had　e　as　a　result　of　plain　old　fear：　fear　of　what　we　might　do　to　him　when　we　came　back。

I'll　be　okay；　they　ain't　killers；　Percy　would　think。。。　and　then；　maybe；　he'd　think　of　Old　Sparky　and　it　would　cross　his　mind　that　yes；　in　a　way　we　were　killers。　I'd　done　seventy…seven　myself；　more　than　any　of　the　men　I'd　ever　put　the　chest…strap　on；　more　than　Sergeant　York　himself　got　credit　for　in　World　War　I。　Killing　Percy　wouldn't　be　logical；　but　we'd　already　behaved　illogically；　he　would　have　told　himself　as　he　sat　there　with　his　arms　behind　him；　working　with　his　tongue　to　get　the　tape　off　his　mouth。　And　besides；　logic　most　likely　doesn't　have　much　power　over　a　person's　thoughts　when　that　person　is　sitting　on　the　floor　of　a　room　with　soft　walls；　wrapped　up　as　neat　and　tight　as　any　spider　ever　wrapped　a　fly。

Which　is　to　say；　if　I　didn't　have　him　where　I　wanted　now；　I　never　would。

〃I'll　take　the　tape　off　your　mouth　if　you　promise　not　to　start　yowling；〃　I　said。　〃I　want　to　have　a　talk　with　you；　not　a　shouting　match。　So　what　do　you　say？　Will　you　be　quiet？〃

I　saw　relief　e　up　in　his　eyes　as　he　realized　that；　if　I　wanted　to　talk；　he　really　did　stand　a　good　chance　of　getting　out　of　this　with　a　whole　skin。　He　nodded　his　head。

〃If　you　start　noising　off；　the　tape　goes　back　on；〃　I　said。　〃Do　you　understand　that；　too？〃

Another　nod；　rather　impatient　this　time。

I　reached　up；　grabbed　the　end　of　the　runner　he'd　worked　loose；　and　gave　it　a　hard