第15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。

ace…first　into　a　vat　of　dry…cleaning　fluid　and　held　him　there。　When　the　guards　pulled　him　out　again；　his　face　was　almost　entirely　gone。　They　had　to　ID　him　by　his　fingerprints。　On　the　whole；　he　might　have　been　better　off　with　Old　Sparky　。。。　but　then　he　never　would　have　had　those　extra　twelve　years；　would　he？　I　doubt　he　thought　much　about　them；　though；　in　the　last　minute　or　so　of　his　life；　when　his　lungs　were　trying　to　learn　how　to　breathe　Hexlite　and　lye　cleanser。

They　never　caught　whoever　did　for　him。　By　then　I　was　out　of　the　corrections　line　of　work；　but　Harry　Terwilliger　wrote　and　told　me。　〃He　got　muted　mostly　because　he　was　white；〃　Harry　wrote；　〃but　he　got　it　in　the　end；　just　the　same。　I　just　think　of　it　as　a　long　stay　of　execution　that　finally　ran　out。〃

There　e　for　us　in　E　Block；　once　The　Pres　was　gone。　Harry　and　Dean　were　temporarily　reassigned；　and　it　was　just　me；　Brutal；　and　Percy　on　the　Green　Mile　for　a　little　bit。　Which　actually　meant　just　me　and　Brutal；　because　Percy　kept　pretty　much　to　himself。　I　tell　you；　that　young　man　was　a　genius　at　finding　things　not　to　do。　And　every　so　often　（but　only　when　Percy　wasn't　around）；　the　other　guys　would　show　up　to　have　what　Harry　liked　to　call　〃a　good　gab。〃　On　many　of　these　occasions　the　mouse　would　also　show　up。　We'd　feed　him　and　he'd　sit　there　eating；　just　as　solemn　as　Solomon；　watching　us　with　his　bright　little　oilspot　eyes。

That　was　a　good　few　weeks；　calm　and　easy　even　with　Percy's　more　than　occasional　carping。　But　all　good　things　e　to　an　end；　and　on　a　rainy　Monday　in　late　July　…　have　I　told　you　how　rainy　and　dank　that　summer　was？　…　I　found　myself　sitting　on　the　bunk　of　an　open　cell　and　waiting　for　Eduard　Delacroix。

He　came　with　an　unexpected　bang。　The　door　leading　into　the　exercise　yard　slamm