Зеленая миля

Chapter 8

           Icouldn’tkeepallofthosepromises,ofcourse,butIkepttheoneImadetoDelacroix.AsfortheFrenchmanhimself,therehadbeenhelltopay.Thebad"unhadhurtDelacroix,hurthimplenty.Oh,Iknowwhathedid,allright,butnoonedeservedwhathappenedtoEduardDelacroixwhenhefellintoOldSparky’ssavageembrace.

           Asmellofpeppermint.

           Andsomethingelse.Somethingbackinsidethathole.

           Itookapenoutofmybreastpocketwithmyrighthand,stillholdingontothebeamwithmyleft,notworriedanymoreaboutBrutalinadvertentlyticklingmysensitiveknees.Iunscrewedthepen’scaponehanded,thenpokedthenibinandteasedsomethingout.Itwasatinysplinterofwoodwhichhadbeentintedabrightyellow,andIheardDelacroix’svoiceagain,soclearlythistimethathisghostmighthavebeenlurkinginthatroomwithustheonewhereWilliamWhartonspentsomuchofhistime.

           Hey,youguys!thevoicesaidthistime-thelaughing,amazedvoiceofamanwhohasforgotten,atleastforalittlewhile,whereheisandwhatawaitshim.ComeandseewhatMr.Jinglescando!

           "Christ,"Iwhispered.Ifeltasifthewindhadbeenknockedoutofme.

           "Youfoundanotherone,didn’tyou?"Brutalasked."Ifoundthreeorfour."

           Icamedownandshonethelightonhisbig,outstretchedpalm.Severalsplintersofwoodwerescatteredthere,likejackstrawsforelves.Twowereyellow,liketheoneIhadfound.

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