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。 God forgive me。〃 He licked his lips again； and looked at Brutal。 〃Don't forget your promise about Mr。 Jingles；〃 he said in a lower voice that was meant just for us。
〃We won't； don't worry；〃 I said； and patted Delacroix's clay…cold hand。 〃He's going to Mouseville … 〃
〃The hell he is' 〃 Percy said； speaking from the corner of his mouth like a yardwise con as he hooked the restraining belt across Delacroix's chest。 〃There's no such place。 It's a fairy…tale these guys made up to keep you quiet。 Just thought you should know； faggot。〃
A stricken light in Del's eyes told me that part of him had known 。。。 but would have kept the knowledge from the rest of him； if allowed。 I looked at Percy； dumbfounded and furious； and he looked back at me levelly； as if to ask what I meant to do about it。 And he had me； of course。 There was nothing I could do about it； not in front of the witnesses； not with Delacroix now sitting on the furthest edge of life。 There was nothing to do now but go on with it； finish it。
Percy took the mask from its hook and rolled it down over Del's face； snugging it tight under the little man's undershot chin so as to stretch the hole in the top。 Taking the sponge from the bucket and putting it in the cap was the next； and it was here that Percy diverged from the routine for the first time： instead of just bending over and fishing the sponge out； he took the steel cap from the back of the chair； and bent over with it in his hands。 Instead of bringing the sponge to the cap； in other words…which would have been the natural way to do it … he brought the cap to the sponge。 I should have realized something was wrong； but I was too upset。 It was the only execution I ever took part in where I felt totally out of control。 As for Brutal； he n
