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A week or so after Mr。 Jingles had settled into the cigar box; Delacroix called me and Brutal down to his cell to see something。 He did that so much it was annoying … if Mr。 Jingles so much as rolled over on his back with his paws in the air; it was the cutest thing on Gods earth; as far as that half…pint Cajun was concerned … but this time what he was up to really was sort of amusing。

Delacroix had been pretty much forgotten by the world following his conviction; but he had one relation … an old maiden aunt; I believe … who wrote him once a week。 She had also sent him an enormous bag of peppermint candies; the sort which are marketed under the name Canada Mints these days。 They looked like big pink pills。 Delacroix was not allowed to have the whole bag at once; naturally … it was a five…pounder; and he would have gobbled them until he had to go to the infirmary with stomach…gripes。 Like almost every murderer we ever had on the Mile; he had absolutely no understanding of moderation。 Wed give them out to him half a dozen at a time; and only then if he remembered to ask。

Mr。 Jingles was sitting beside Delacroix on the bunk when we got down there; holding one of those pink candies in his paws and munching contentedly away at it。 Delacroix was simply overe with delight … he was like a classical pianist watching his five…year…old son play his first halting exercises。 But dont get me wrong; it was funny; a real hoot。 The candy was half the size of Mr。 Jingles; and his whitefurred belly was already distended from it。

〃Take it away from him; Eddie;〃 Brutal said; half…laughing and half…horrified。 〃Christ almighty Jesus; hell eat till he busts。 I can smell that peppermint from here。 How many have you let him have?〃

〃This his second;〃 Delacroix said; looking a little nervously at Mr。 Jingless belly。 〃You really think he 。。。 you know 。。。 bus his guts?〃

〃Might;〃 Brutal said。

That was enough authority for Delacroix。 He reached for the half…eaten pink mint。 I expected the mouse to nip him; but Mr。 Jingles gave over that mint … what remained of it; anyway … as meek as could be。 I looked at Brutal; and Brutal gave his head a little shake as if to say no; he didnt understand it; either。 Then Mr。 Jingles plopped down into his box and lay there on his side in an exhausted way that made all three of us laugh。 After that; we got used to seeing the mouse sitting beside Delacroix; holding a mint and munching away on it just as neatly as an old lady at an afternoon tea…party; both of them surrounded by what I later smelled in that hole in the beam … the half…bitter; half…sweet smell of peppermint candy。

Theres one more thing to tell you about Mr。 Jingles before moving on to the arrival of William Wharton; which was when the cyclone really touched down on E Block。 A week or so after the incident of the peppermint candies … around the time when wed pretty much decided Delacroix wasnt going to feed his pet to death; in other words … the Frenchman called me down to his cell。 I was on my own for the time being; Brutal over at the missary for something; and according to the regs; I was not supposed to approach a prisoner in such circumstances。 But since I probably could have shot…putted Delacroix twenty yards one…handed on a good day; I decided to break the rule and see what he wanted。

〃Watch this; Boss Edgebe;〃 he said。 〃You gonna see what Mr。 Jingles can do!〃 He reached behind the cigar box and brought up a small wooden spool。

〃Whered you get that?〃 I asked him; although I supposed I knew。 There was really only one person he could have gotten it from。

〃Old Toot…Toot;〃 he said。 Watch this。〃

I was already watching; and could see Mr。 Jingles in his box; standing up with his small front paws propped on the edge; his black eyes fixed on the spool Delacroix was holding between the thumb and first finger of his right hand。 I felt a funny little chill go up my back。 I had never seen a mere mouse attend to something with such sharpness … with such intelligence。 I dont really believe that Mr。 Jingles was a supernatural visitation; and if I have given you that idea; Im sorry; but I have never doubted that he was a genius of his kind。

Delacroix bent over and rolled the threadless spool across the floor of his cell。 It went easily; like a pair of wheels connected by an axle。 The mouse was out of his box in a flash and across the floor after it; like a dog chasing after a stick。 I exclaimed with surprise; and Delacroix grinned。

The spool hit the wall and rebounded。 Mr。 Jingles went around it and pushed it back to the bunk; switching from one end of the spool to the other whenever it looked like it was going to veer offcourse。 He pushed the spool until it hit Delacroixs foot。 Then he looked up at him for a moment; as if to make sure Delacroix had no more immediate tasks for him (a few arithmetic problems to solve; perhaps; or some Latin to parse)。 Apparently satisfied on this score; Mr。 Jingles went back to the cigar box and settled down in it again。

〃You taught him that;〃 I said。

〃Yessir; Boss Edgebe;〃 Delacroix said; his smile only slightly dissembling。 〃He fetch it every time。 Smart as hell; aint he?〃

〃And the spool?〃 I asked。 〃How did you know to fetch that for him; Eddie?〃

〃He whisper in my ear that he want it;〃 Delacroix said serenely。 〃Same as he whisper his name。〃

Delacroix showed all the other guys his mouses trick 。。。 all except Percy。 To Delacroix; it didnt matter that Percy had suggested the cigar box and procured the cotton with which to line it。 Delacroix was like some dogs: kick them once and they never trust you again; no matter how nice you are to them。

I can hear Delacroix now; yelling; Hey; you guys! e and see what Mr。 Jingles can do! And them going down in a bluesuit cluster … Brutal; Harry; Dean; even Bill Dodge。 All of them had been properly amazed; too; the same as I had been。

Three or four days after Mr。 Jingles started doing the trick with the spool; Harry Terwilliger rummaged through the arts and crafts stuff we kept in the restraint room; found the Crayolas; and brought them to Delacroix with a smile that was almost embarrassed。 〃I thought you might like to make that spool different colors;〃 he said。 〃Then your little pald be like a circus mouse; or something。〃

〃A circus mouse!〃 Delacroix said; looking pletely; rapturously happy。 I suppose he was pletely happy; maybe for the first time in his whole miserable life。 〃That just what he is; too! A circus mouse! When I get outta here; he gonna make me rich; like inna circus! You see if he dont。〃

Percy Wetmore would no doubt have pointed out to Delacroix that when he left Cold Mountain; hed be riding in an ambulance that didnt need to run its light or siren; but Harry knew better。 He just told Delacroix to make the spool as colorful as he could as quick as he could; because hed have to take the crayons back after dinner。

Del made it colorful; all right。 When he was done; one end of the spool was yellow; the other end was green; and the drum in the middle was firehouse red。 We got used to hearing Delacroix trumpet; 〃Maintenant; msieurs et mesdames! Le cirque presentement le mous amusant et amazeant!〃 That wasnt exactly it; but it gives you an idea of that stewpot French of his。 Then hed make this sound way down in his throat … I think it was supposed to represent a drumroll … and fling the spool。 Mr。 Jingles would be after it in a flash; either nosing it back or rolling it with his paws。 That second way really was something you would have paid to see in a circus; I think。 Delacroix and his mouse and his mouses brightly colored spool were our chief amusements at the time that John Coffey came into our care and custody; and that was the way things remained for awhile。 Then my urinary infection; which had lain still for awhile; came back; and William Wharton arrived; and all hell broke loose。

10。

The dates have mostly slipped out of my head。 I suppose I could have my granddaughter; Danielle; look some of them out of the old newspaper files; but what would be the point? The most important of them; like the day we came down to Delacroixs cell and found the mouse sitting on his shoulder; or the day William Wharton came on the block and almost killed Dean Stanton; would not be in the papers; anyway。 Maybe its better to go on just as I have been; in the end; I guess the dates dont matter much; if you can remember the things you saw and keep them in the right order。

I know that things got squeezed together a little。 When Delacroixs DOE papers finally came to me from Curtis Andersons office; I was amazed to see that our Cajun pals date with Old Sparky had been advanced from when we had expected; a thing that was almost unheard of; even in those days when you didnt have to move half of heaven and all the earth to execute a man。 It was a matter of two days; I think; from the twenty…seventh of October to the twenty…fifth。 Dont hold me to it exactly; but I know thats close; I remember thinking that Toot was going to get his Corona box back even sooner than he had expected。

Wharton; meanwhile; got to us later than expected。 For one thing; his trial ran longer than Andersons usually reliable sources had thought it would (when it came to Wild Billy; nothing was reliable; we would soon discover; including our time…tested and supposedly foolproof methods of prisoner control)。 Then; after he had been found guilty … that much; at least; went according to the script … he was taken to Indianola General Hospital for tests。 He had had a number of supposed seizures during the trial; twice serious enough to send him crashing to the floor; where he lay shaking and flopping and drumming his feet on the boards。 Whartons court…appointed lawyer claimed he suffered from 〃epilepsy spells〃 and had mitted his crimes while of unsound mind; the prosecution claimed the fits were the sham acting of a coward desperate to save his own life。 After observing the so…called 〃epilepsy spells〃 at first hand; the jury decided the fits were an act。 The judge concurred but ordered a series of pre…sentencing tests after the verdict came down。 God knows why; perhaps he was only curious。

Its a blue…eyed wonder that Wharton didnt escape from the hospital (and the irony that Warden Moores wife; Melinda; was in the same hospital at the same time did not escape any of us); but he didnt。 They had him surrounded by guards; I suppose; and perhaps he still had hopes of being declared inpetent by reason of epilepsy; if there is such a thing。

He wasnt。 The doctors found nothing wrong with his brain … physiologically; at least … and Billy 〃the Kid〃 Wharton was at last bound for Cold Mountain。 That might have been around the sixteenth or the eighteenth; its my recollection that Wharton arrived about two weeks after John Coffey and a week or ten days before Delacroix walked the Green Mile。

The day our new psychopath joined us was an eventful one for me。 I woke up at four that morning with my groin throbbing and my penis feeling hot and clogged and swollen。 Even before I swung my feet out of bed; I knew that my urinary infection wasnt getting better; as I had hoped。 It had been a brief turn for the better; that was all; and it was over。

I went out t

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