an to sob against my stomach; all restraint washed away。 Later; after he got himself under control; he apologized。 He did it y eyes; as a man does when he feels he has embarrassed himself dreadfully; maybe so deeply that he can never quite live it down。 A man can end up hating the fellow who has seen him in such a state。 I thought Warden Moores was better than that; but it never crossed my mind to do the business I had originally e for; and when I left Moores's office; I walked over to E Block instead of back to my car。 The aspirin was working by then; and the pain in my midsection was down to a low throb。 I would get through the day somehow; I reckoned; get Wharton settled in; check back with Hal Moores that afternoon; and get my sick…leave for tomorrow。 The worst was pretty much over; I thought; with no slightest idea that the worst of that day's mischief hadn't even begun。

11。

〃We thought he was still doped from the tests;〃 Dean said late that afternoon。 His voice was low; rasping; almost a bark; and there were blackish…purple bruises rising on his neck。 I could see it was hurting him to talk and thought of telling him to let it go; but sometimes it hurts more to be quiet。 I judged that this was one of those times; and kept my own mouth shut。 〃We all thought he was doped; didn't we?〃

Harry Terwilliger nodded。 Even Percy; sitting off by himself in his own sullen little party of one; nodded。

Brutal glanced at me; and for a moment I met his eyes。 W