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asing after a stick。 I exclaimed with surprise； and Delacroix grinned。
The spool hit the wall and rebounded。 Mr。 Jingles went around it and pushed it back to the bunk； switching from one end of the spool to the other whenever it looked like it was going to veer offcourse。 He pushed the spool until it hit Delacroix's foot。 Then he looked up at him for a moment； as if to make sure Delacroix had no more immediate tasks for him （a few arithmetic problems to solve； perhaps； or some Latin to parse）。 Apparently satisfied on this score； Mr。 Jingles went back to the cigar box and settled down in it again。
〃You taught him that；〃 I said。
〃Yessir； Boss Edgebe；〃 Delacroix said； his smile only slightly dissembling。 〃He fetch it every time。 Smart as hell； ain't he？〃
〃And the spool？〃 I asked。 〃How did you know to fetch that for him； Eddie？〃
〃He whisper in my ear that he want it；〃 Delacroix said serenely。 〃Same as he whisper his name。〃
Delacroix showed all the other guys his mouse's trick 。。。 all except Percy。 To Delacroix； it didn't matter that Percy had suggested the cigar box and procured the cotton with which to line it。 Delacroix was like some dogs： kick them once and they never trust you again； no matter how nice you are to them。
I can hear Delacroix now； yelling； Hey； you guys！ e and see what Mr。 Jingles can do！ And them going down in a bluesuit cluster … Brutal； Harry； Dean； even Bill Dodge。 All of them had been properly amazed； too； th
