Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Inside,black-shirtedsheriff’sdeputiesgatheredtowatchMilliganbeingbroughtin,andWillismadeapathforBillytogothrough.

           SergeantWillistookhimuptothethirdfloor."Yourememberme,son?"

           Billynoddedastheysteppedoutoftheelevator."Youwereprettydecenttome."

           "Well,younevercausedmenotrouble.Exceptthemtoilets."Willishandedhimacigarette."You’reaprettyfamousman."

           "Idon’tfeelfamous,"saidBilly."Ifeelhated."

           "Well,IseenChannelFouroutfrontandChannelTenandABCandNBCandCBS.There’smoreTVcamerasandreportersouttherethanI’veseeninalotofbigmurdertrials."Theystoppedatthebarredexittoasmallanteroom,beyondwhichthecourtpassagegatewouldleadhimtotheFranklinCountyHallofJustice.

           Theguardatthedesknoddedtohim."Almostdidn’trecognizeyouwithoutyourmustache."ThenhepressedthebuzzertocallthecentralcontrolroomandtellthemtostandbyandunlockthecourtgateforMilligan.

           Thecourtpassagedooropened.Thecourtescortbracedhimagainstthewallandfriskedhimcarefully.

           "Allright,"themansaid,"walkonaheadofmedownthatpassagewaytothecourthouse."

           WhentheyreachedtheseventhflooroftheHallofJustice,JudyandGaryjoinedthem.TheynoticedthatBilly’smustachewasgone.