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ever looked at Percy at all； not as Percy bent over the bucket （moving so as to partially block what he was doing from our view）； not as he straightened up and turned to Del with the cap in his hands and the brown circle of sponge already inside it。 Brutal was looking at the cloth which had replaced Del's face； watching the way the black silk mask drew in； outlining the circle of Del's open mouth； and then puffed out again with his breath。 There were big beads of perspiration on Brutal's forehead； and at his temples； just below the hairline。 I had never seen him sweat at an execution before。 Behind him； Dean looked distracted and W； as if he was fighting not to lose his supper。 We all understood that something was wrong； I know that now。 We just couldn't tell what it was。 No one knew … not then … about the questions Percy had been asking Jack Van Hay。 There were a lot of them； but I suspect most were just camouflage。 What Percy wanted to know about … the only thing Percy wanted to know about； I believe … was the sponge。 The purpose of the sponge。 Why it was soaked in brine 。。。 and what would happen if it was not soaked in brine。
What would happen if the sponge was dry。
Percy jammed the cap down on Del's head。 The little man jumped and moaned again； this time louder。 Some of the witnesses stirred uneasily on their folding chairs。 Dean took a half…step forward； meaning to help with the chin…strap； and Percy motioned him curtly to step back。 Dean did； hunching a little and wincing as another blast of thunder shook the storage shed。 This time it was followed by the first spatters of rain across the roof。 They sounded hard； like someone flinging handfuls of goobers onto a washboard。
You've heard people say 〃My blood ran cold〃 about things； haven't you？ S
