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Chapter 29
"Iwonderiftheneighborsheardanything...."saidMr.Tate.
"Idoubtit,Heck.Mostofthemlistentotheirradiosorgotobedwiththechickens.MaudieAtkinsonmayhavebeenup,butIdoubtit."
"Goahead,Scout,"Mr.Tatesaid.
"Well,afterJemyelledwewalkedon.Mr.Tate,IwasshutupinmycostumebutIcouldhearitmyself,then.Footsteps,Imean.Theywalkedwhenwewalkedandstoppedwhenwestopped.JemsaidhecouldseemebecauseMrs.Crenshawputsomekindofshinypaintonmycostume.Iwasaham."
"How’sthat?"askedMr.Tate,startled.
AtticusdescribedmyroletoMr.Tate,plustheconstructionofmygarment."Youshouldhaveseenherwhenshecamein,"hesaid,"itwascrushedtoapulp."
Mr.Taterubbedhischin."Iwonderedwhyhehadthosemarksonhim.Hissleeveswereperforatedwithlittleholes.Therewereoneortwolittlepuncturemarksonhisarmstomatchtheholes.Letmeseethatthingifyouwill,sir."
Atticusfetchedtheremainsofmycostume.Mr.Tateturneditoverandbentitaroundtogetanideaofitsformershape."Thisthingprobablysavedherlife,"hesaid."Look."
Hepointedwithalongforefinger.Ashinycleanlinestoodoutonthedullwire."BobEwellmeantbusiness,"Mr.Tatemuttered.
"Hewasoutofhismind,"saidAtticus.
"Don’tliketocontradictyou,Mr.Finch—wasn’tcrazy,meanashell.Low-downskunkwithenoughliquorinhimtomakehimbraveenoughtokillchildren.He’dneverhavemetyoufacetoface."
Atticusshookhishead.
