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for yourself；〃 I said。 〃It's a free country。〃
〃I will；〃 he said。 〃I will。〃
He stalked past us； mouth set； small hands （Wharton was right； they were pretty） fiddling with his b。 He went up the steps and ducked through into my office。 Brutal and I stood by Old Sparky； waiting for him to e back and not talking。 I don't know about Brutal； but I couldn't think of a thing to say。 I didn't even know how to think about what we had just seen。
Three minutes passed。 Brutal picked up Percy's rag and began to polish the thick back…slats of the electric chair。 He had time to finish one and start another before Percy came back。 He stumbled and almost fell ing down the steps from the office to the storageroom floor； and when he crossed to us he came at an uneven strut。 His face was shocked and unbelieving。
〃You switched them；〃 he said in a shrill； accusatory voice。 〃You switched mice somehow； you bastards。 You're playing with me； and you're going to be goddam sorry if you don't stop！ I'll see you on the goddam breadlines if you don't stop！ Who do you think you are？〃
He quit； panting for breath； his hands clenched。
〃I'll tell you who we are；〃 I said。 〃We're the people you work with； Percy 。。。 but not for very much longer。〃 I reached out and clamped my hands on his shoulders。 Not real hard； but it was a clamp； all right。 Yes it was。
Percy reached up to break it。 〃Take your…〃
Brutal grabbed his right hand … the whole thing； small and soft
