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Chapter 17
"Canyoureadandwrite?"
"Imostpositivelycan."
"Willyouwriteyournameandshowus?"
"Imostpositivelywill.HowdoyouthinkIsignmyreliefchecks?"
Mr.Ewellwasendearinghimselftohisfellowcitizens.Thewhispersandchucklesbelowusprobablyhadtodowithwhatacardhewas.
Iwasbecomingnervous.Atticusseemedtoknowwhathewasdoing-butitseemedtomethathe’dgonefrog-stickingwithoutalight.Never,never,never,oncross-examinationaskawitnessaquestionyoudon’talreadyknowtheanswerto,wasatenetIabsorbedwithmybaby-food.Doit,andyou’lloftengetanansweryoudon’twant,ananswerthatmightwreckyourcase.
Atticuswasreachingintotheinsidepocketofhiscoat.Hedrewoutanenvelope,thenreachedintohisvestpocketandunclippedhisfountainpen.Hemovedleisurely,andhadturnedsothathewasinfullviewofthejury.Heunscrewedthefountain-pencapandplaceditgentlyonhistable.Heshookthepenalittle,thenhandeditwiththeenvelopetothewitness."Wouldyouwriteyournameforus?"heasked."Clearlynow,sothejurycanseeyoudoit."
Mr.EwellwroteonthebackoftheenvelopeandlookedupcomplacentlytoseeJudgeTaylorstaringathimasifheweresomefragrantgardeniainfullbloomonthewitnessstand,toseeMr.Gilmerhalf-sitting,half-standingathistable.Thejurywaswatchinghim,onemanwasleaningforwardwithhishandsovertherailing.
"What’ssointerestin’?"heasked.
