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ared to live out dans la foret。 I know； because…〃
〃I think I can guess how you know； Del；〃 I said。
Delacroix nodded； smiling。 〃But we gonna figure this out。 You bet！〃 He threw the spool。 Mr。 Jingles clittered after it。 I tried not to wince。
In the end it was Brutal who saved the day。 He had been up by the duty desk； watching Dean and Harry play cribbage。 Percy was there； too； and Brutal finally tired of trying to start a conversation with him and getting nothing but sullen grunts in response。 He strolled down to where I sat on a stool outside of Delacroix's cell and stood there listening to us with his arms folded。
〃How about Mouseville？〃 Brutal asked into the considering silence which followed Del's rejection of my spooky old house out in the woods。 He threw the ment out in a casual just…an…idea tone of voice。
〃Mouseville？〃 Delacroix asked； giving Brutal a look both startled and interested。 〃What Mouseville？〃
〃It's this tourist attraction down in Florida；〃 he said。 〃Tallahassee； I think。 Is that right； Paul？ Tallahassee？〃
〃Yep；〃 I said； speaking without a moment's hesitation； thinking God bless Brutus Howell。 〃Tallahassee。 Right down the road apiece from the dog university。〃 Brutal's mouth twitched at that； and I thought he was going to queer the pitch by laughing； but he got it under control and nodded。 I'd hear about the dog university later； though； I imagined。
This time Del didn't throw the spool； although Mr。 Jingl
