dangling　outrageously；　as　they　always　did。　He　appeared　to　be　sleeping　and　probably　was　。。。　but　he　wasn't　always　what　he　appeared；　as　we　had　found　out。

〃Did　what　happened　at　my　house　have　anything　to　do　with　what　happened　here　when　you　got　back？〃　Moores　asked　in　a　low　voice。　〃I'll　cover　you　as　much　as　I　can；　even　if　it　means　my　job；　but　I　have　to　know。〃

I　shook　my　head。　When　I　spoke；　I　also　kept　my　voice　low…pitched。　There　were　now　almost　a　dozen　screws　milling　around　at　the　head　of　the　aisle。　Another　was　photographing　Wharton　in　his　cell。　Curtis　Anderson　had　turned　to　watch　that；　and　for　the　time　being；　only　Brutal　was　watching　us。　〃No；　sir。　We　got　John　back　into　his　cell　just　like　you　see；　then　let　Percy　out　of　the　restraint　room；　where　we'd　stashed　him　for　safekeeping。　I　thought　he'd　be　hot　under　the　collar；　but　he　wasn't。　Just　asked　for　his　sidearm　and　baton。　He　didn't　say　anything　else；　just　walked　off　up　the　corridor。　Then；　when　he　got　to　Wharton's　cell　he　pulled　his　gun　and　started　shooting。〃

〃Do　You　think　being　in　the　restraint　room　。。。　something　to　his　mind？〃

〃No；　sir。〃

〃Did　you　put　him　in　the　straitjacket？〃

〃No；　sir。　There　was　no　need。〃

〃He　was　quiet？　Didn't　struggle？〃

〃No　struggle。〃

〃Even　when　he　saw　you　meant　to　put　him　in　restraint　room；　he　was　quiet　and　didn't　struggle。〃

〃That's　right。〃　I　felt　an　urge　to　embroider　on　this　to　give　Percy　at　least　a　line　or　tpler　would　be　better；　and　I　knew　it。　〃