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lingerin；〃 Brutal said。 〃These folks're settin back a hot dinner at home to watch your mouse cut his capers。〃 Not true； of course Anderson would have been there until eight o'clock on any night； and the guards he'd dragged in to watch Delacroix's 〃show〃 would be there until eleven or twelve； depending on when their shifts were scheduled to end。 The politician from the state capital would most likely turn out to be an office janitor in a borrowed tie。 But Delacroix had no way of knowing any of that。
〃I'm ready；〃 Delacroix said； speaking with the simplicity of a great star who has somehow managed to retain the mon touch。 〃Let's go。〃 And as Brutal led him up the Green Mile with Mr。 Jingles perched there on the little man's shoulder； Delacroix once more began to bugle； 〃Messieurs et mesdames！ Bienvenue au cirque de mousie！〃 Yet； even lost as deeply in his own fantasy world as he was； he gave Percy a wide berth and a mistrustful glance。
Harry and Dean stopped in front of the empty cell across from Wharton's （that worthy had still not so much as stirred）。 They watched as Brutal unlocked the door to the exercise yard； where another two guards were waiting to join him； and led Delacroix out； bound for his mand performance before the grand high poohbahs of Cold Mountain Penitentiary。 We waited until the door was locked again； and then I looked toward my office。 That shadow was still lying on the floor； thin as famine； and I was glad Delacroix had been too excited to see
