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Chapter 28
AuntAlexandrawassittinginarocking-chairbythefireplace.ThemanwhobroughtJeminwasstandinginacorner,leaningagainstthewall.HewassomecountrymanIdidnotknow.Hehadprobablybeenatthepageant,andwasinthevicinitywhenithappened.Hemusthaveheardourscreamsandcomerunning.
AtticuswasstandingbyJem’sbed.
Mr.HeckTatestoodinthedoorway.Hishatwasinhishand,andaflashlightbulgedfromhispantspocket.Hewasinhisworkingclothes.
"Comein,Heck,"saidAtticus."Didyoufindanything?Ican’tconceiveofanyonelow-downenoughtodoathinglikethis,butIhopeyoufoundhim."
Mr.Tatesniffed.Heglancedsharplyatthemaninthecorner,noddedtohim,thenlookedaroundtheroom—atJem,atAuntAlexandra,thenatAtticus.
"Sitdown,Mr.Finch,"hesaidpleasantly.
Atticussaid,"Let’sallsitdown.Havethatchair,Heck.I’llgetanotheronefromthelivingroom."
Mr.TatesatinJem’sdeskchair.HewaiteduntilAtticusreturnedandsettledhimself.IwonderedwhyAtticushadnotbroughtachairforthemaninthecorner,butAtticusknewthewaysofcountrypeoplefarbetterthanI.Someofhisruralclientswouldparktheirlong-earedsteedsunderthechinaberrytreesinthebackyard,andAtticuswouldoftenkeepappointmentsonthebacksteps.Thisonewasprobablymorecomfortablewherehewas.
"Mr.Finch,"saidMr.Tate,"tellyouwhatIfound.Ifoundalittlegirl’sdress—it’soutthereinmycar
