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charred bags less than four minutes from now laboring to keep up with his fear…driven heart。 The fact that he had killed half a dozen people seemed at that moment the least important thing about him。 I'm not trying to say anything about right and wrong here； but only to tell how it was。
Dean knelt next to me and whispered； 〃What's wrong； Paul？〃
〃I can't……〃 I began； and then the clamp closed with an audible snapping sound。 It must have also pinched a fold of Delacroixs skin in its jaws； because he flinched and made a little hissing noise。 〃Sorry；〃 I said。
〃It okay； boss；〃 Del said。 〃It only gonna hurt for a minute。〃
Brutal's side had the clamp with the electrode in it； which always took a little longer； and so we stood up； all three of us； at almost exactly the same time。 Dean reached for the wrist…clamp on Del's left； and Percy went to the one on his right。 I was ready to move forward if Percy should need help； but he did better with his wrist…clamp than I'd done with my ankle…clamp。 I could see Del trembling all over now； as if a low current were already passing through him。 I could smell his sweat； too。 It was sour and strong and reminded me of weak pickle juice。
Dean nodded to Percy。 Percy turned back over his shoulder … I could see a place just under the angle of his jaw where he'd cut himself shaving that day … and said in a low； firm voice： 〃Roll on one！〃
There was a hum； sort of like the sound an old refrigerator makes when it kicks on； and the hanging lights in the storage room brightened。 There were a few low gasps and murmurs from the audience。 Del jerked in the chair； his hands gripping the ends of the oak arms hard enough to turn the knuckles white。 His eyes rolled rapidly from side to side in their sockets； and his dry breathing quickened even more。 He was almost panting now。
〃Steady；〃 Brutal murmured。 〃Steady； Del； you're doing just fine。 Hang on； you're doing just fine。〃
Hey you guys！ I thought。 e and see what Mr。 Jingles can do！ And overhead； the thunder banged again。
Percy stepped grandly around to the front of the electric chain This was his big moment； he was at center stage； all eyes were on him。 All； that was； but for one set。 Delacroix saw who it was and looked down at his lap instead。 I would have bet you a dollar to a doughnut that Percy would flub his lines when he actually had to say them for an audience； but he reeled them off without a hitch； in an eerily calm voice。
〃Eduard Delacroix； you have been condemned to die in the electric chair； sentence passed by a jury of your peers and imposed by a judge of good standing in this state； God save the people of this state。 Do you have anything to say before sentence is carried out？〃
Del tried to speak and at first nothing came out but a terrified whisper full of air and vowel…sounds。 The shadow of a contemptuous smile touched the corners of Percy's lips； and I could have cheerfully shot him right there。 Then Del licked his lips and tried again。
〃 I sorry for what I do；〃 he said。 〃I give anything to turn back the clock； but no one can。 So now … 〃 Thunder exploded like an airburst mortar shell above us。 Del jumped as much as the clamps would allow； eyes starting wildly out of his wet face。 〃So now I pay the price。 God forgive me。〃 He licked his lips again； and looked at Brutal。 〃Don't forget your promise about Mr。 Jingles；〃 he said in a lower voice that was meant just for us。
〃We won't； don't worry；〃 I said； and patted Delacroix's clay…cold hand。 〃He's going to Mouseville … 〃
〃The hell he is' 〃 Percy said； speaking from the corner of his mouth like a yardwise con as he hooked the restraining belt across Delacroix's chest。 〃There's no such place。 It's a fairy…tale these guys made up to keep you quiet。 Just thought you should know； faggot。〃
A stricken light in Del's eyes told me that part of him had known 。。。 but would have kept the knowledge from the rest of him； if allowed。 I looked at Percy； dumbfounded and furious； and he looked back at me levelly； as if to ask what I meant to do about it。 And he had me； of course。 There was nothing I could do about it； not in front of the witnesses； not with Delacroix now sitting on the furthest edge of life。 There was nothing to do now but go on with it； finish it。
Percy took the mask from its hook and rolled it down over Del's face； snugging it tight under the little man's undershot chin so as to stretch the hole in the top。 Taking the sponge from the bucket and putting it in the cap was the next； and it was here that Percy diverged from the routine for the first time： instead of just bending over and fishing the sponge out； he took the steel cap from the back of the chair； and bent over with it in his hands。 Instead of bringing the sponge to the cap； in other words…which would have been the natural way to do it … he brought the cap to the sponge。 I should have realized something was wrong； but I was too upset。 It was the only execution I ever took part in where I felt totally out of control。 As for Brutal； he never looked at Percy at all； not as Percy bent over the bucket （moving so as to partially block what he was doing from our view）； not as he straightened up and turned to Del with the cap in his hands and the brown circle of sponge already inside it。 Brutal was looking at the cloth which had replaced Del's face； watching the way the black silk mask drew in； outlining the circle of Del's open mouth； and then puffed out again with his breath。 There were big beads of perspiration on Brutal's forehead； and at his temples； just below the hairline。 I had never seen him sweat at an execution before。 Behind him； Dean looked distracted and W； as if he was fighting not to lose his supper。 We all understood that something was wrong； I know that now。 We just couldn't tell what it was。 No one knew … not then … about the questions Percy had been asking Jack Van Hay。 There were a lot of them； but I suspect most were just camouflage。 What Percy wanted to know about … the only thing Percy wanted to know about； I believe … was the sponge。 The purpose of the sponge。 Why it was soaked in brine 。。。 and what would happen if it was not soaked in brine。
What would happen if the sponge was dry。
Percy jammed the cap down on Del's head。 The little man jumped and moaned again； this time louder。 Some of the witnesses stirred uneasily on their folding chairs。 Dean took a half…step forward； meaning to help with the chin…strap； and Percy motioned him curtly to step back。 Dean did； hunching a little and wincing as another blast of thunder shook the storage shed。 This time it was followed by the first spatters of rain across the roof。 They sounded hard； like someone flinging handfuls of goobers onto a washboard。
You've heard people say 〃My blood ran cold〃 about things； haven't you？ Sure。 All of us have； but the only time in all my years that I actually felt it happen to me was on that new and thunderstruck morning in October of 1932； at about ten seconds past midnight。 It wasn't the look of poison triumph on Percy Wetmore's face as he stepped away from the capped； clamped； and hooded figure sitting there in Old Sparky； it was what I should have seen and didn't。 There was no water running down Del's cheeks from out of the cap。 That was when I finally got it。
〃Edward Delacroix；〃 Percy was saying； 〃electricity shall now be passed through your body until you are dead； according to state law。〃
I looked over at Brutal in an agony that made my urinary infection seem like a bumped finger The sponge is dry！ I mouthed at him； but he only shook his head； not understanding； and looked back at the mask over the Frenchman's face； where the man's last few breaths were pulling the black silk in and then blousing it out again。
I reached for Percy's elbow and he stepped away from me； giving me a flat look as he did so。 It was only a momentary glance； but it told me everything。 Later he would tell his lies and his half…truths； and most would be believed by the people who mattered； but I knew a different story。 Percy was a good student when he was doing something he cared about； we'd found that out at the rehearsals； and he had listened carefully when Jack Van Hay explained how the brine…soaked sponge conducte