nitorious　thing　…　and　went　stalking　up　the　corridor。　I　don't　remember　which　guard　was　sitting　at　the　duty　desk　that　day…one　of　the　floaters；　I　guess　…　but　Percy　must　not　have　liked　the　way　he　looked；　because　he　growled；　〃You　wipe　that　smirk　off　your　shitepoke　face　or　I'll　wipe　it　off　for　you〃　as　he　went　by。　There　was　a　rattle　of　keys；　a　momentary　blast　of　hot　sunlight　from　the　exercise　yard；　and　then　Percy　Wetmore　was　gone；　at　least　for　the　time　being。　Delacroix's　mouse　ran　back　and　forth　from　one　of　the　little　Frenchman's　shoulders　to　the　other；　his　filament　whiskers　twitching。

〃Be　still；　Mr。　Jingles；〃　Delacroix　said；　and　the　mouse　stopped　on　his　left　shoulder　just　as　if　he　had　understood。　〃Just　be　so　still　and　so　quiet。〃　In　Delacroix's　lilting　Cajun　accent；　quiet　came　out　sounding　exotic　and　foreign　…　kwaht。

〃You　go　lie　down；　Del；〃　I　said　curtly。　〃Take　you　a　rest。　This　is　none　of　your　business；　either！'

He　did　as　I　said。　He　had　raped　a　young　girl　and　killed　her；　and　had　then　dropped　her　body　behind　the　apartment　house　where　she　lived；　doused　it　with　coal…oil；　and　then　set　it　on　fire；　hoping　in　some　muddled　way　to　dispose　of　the　evidence　of　his　crime。　The　fire　had　spread　to　the　building　itself；　had　engulfed　it；　and　six　more　people　had　died；　two　of　them　children。　It　was　the　only　crime　he　had　in　him；　and　now　he　was　just　a　mild…mannered　man　with　a　worried　face；　a　bald　pate；　and　long　hair　straggling　over　the　back　of　his　shirt…collar。　He　would　sit　down　with　O