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as the other way around。 Dean Stanton felt the same way； and so did Brutal。 Both of them were there the night the mouse put in its first appearance； and as Brutal said； 〃The thing 'us half…tame already； and twice as smart as that Cajun what thought he owned it。〃
Dean and I were in my office； going over the record…box for the last year； getting ready to write follow…up letters to witnesses of five executions； and to write follow…ups to follow…ups in another six stretching all the way back to '29。 Basically； we wanted to know just one thing： were they pleased with the service？ I knoportant consideration。 As taxpayers they were our customers； but very special ones。 A man or a woman who will turn out at midnight to watch a man die has got a special； pressing reason to be there； a special need； and if execution is a proper punishment； then that need ought to be satisfied。 They've had a nightmare。 The purpose of the execution is to show them that the nightmare is over。 Maybe it even works that way。 Sometimes。
〃Hey！〃 Brutal called from outside the door； where he was manning the desk at the head of the hall。 〃Hey； you two！ Get out here！〃
Dean and I gazed at each other with identical expressions of alarm； thinking that something had happened to either the Indian from Oklahoma （his name was Arlen Bitterbuck； but we called him The Chief 。。。 or； in Harry Terwilliger's case； Chief Coat Cheese； because that was what Harry claimed Bitterbuck smelled like）； or the fellow
