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ure。 All of us have； but the only time in all my years that I actually felt it happen to me was on that new and thunderstruck morning in October of 1932； at about ten seconds past midnight。 It wasn't the look of poison triumph on Percy Wetmore's face as he stepped away from the capped； clamped； and hooded figure sitting there in Old Sparky； it was what I should have seen and didn't。 There was no water running down Del's cheeks from out of the cap。 That was when I finally got it。
〃Edward Delacroix；〃 Percy was saying； 〃electricity shall now be passed through your body until you are dead； according to state law。〃
I looked over at Brutal in an agony that made my urinary infection seem like a bumped finger The sponge is dry！ I mouthed at him； but he only shook his head； not understanding； and looked back at the mask over the Frenchman's face； where the man's last few breaths were pulling the black silk in and then blousing it out again。
I reached for Percy's elbow and he stepped away from me； giving me a flat look as he did so。 It was only a momentary glance； but it told me everything。 Later he would tell his lies and his half…truths； and most would be believed by the people who mattered； but I knew a different story。 Percy was a good student when he was doing something he cared about； we'd found that out at the rehearsals； and he had listened carefully when Jack Van Hay explained how the brine…soaked sponge conducted the juice； channelling it； turning the charge into a kind of electric bullet to the brain。 Oh yes； Percy knew exactly what he was doing。 I think I believed him later when he said I didn't know how far it would go； but that doesn't even count in the good…intentions column； does it？ I don't think so。 Yet； short of screaming in front of the as
