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Buckley glared fiercely and pointed his finger. " I don't have to sit, and I don't have to stay quiet! " he yelled.

" Yes. Yes, you do, " Crowell answered coolly with a caustic grin. " Because if you don't, we can make you leave, can't we, Mr. Buckley? We can ask you to leave this room, and if you refuse, we'll go ask the judge. He'll make you leave, won't he, Mr. Buckley? "

Rufus stood motionless, speechless, and stunned. His stomach turned flips and his knees were spongy, but he was frozen in place.

" So, if you would like to hear the rest of our deliberations, sit down and shut up. "

Buckley sat next to the bailiff, who was now awake.

" Thank you, " said Crowell. " I wanna ask you folks a question. How many of you would do or wanna do what Mr. Hailey did if someone raped your daughter, or maybe your

wife, or what about your motner now many: i cut hands. "

Seven or eight hands shot up, and Buckley dropped his head. Crowell smiled and continued, " I admire him for what he did. It took guts. I'd hope I'd have the courage to do what he did, 'cause Lord knows I'd want to. Sometimes a man's just gotta do what he's gotta do. This man deserves a trophy, not an indictment. "

Crowell walked slowly around the tables, enjoying the attention. " Before you vote, I want you to do one thing. I want you to think about that poor little girl. I think she's ten. Try to picture her layin' there, hands tied behind her, cryin', beggin' for her daddy. And think of those two outlaws, drunk, doped up, takin' turns rapin' and beatin' and kickin' her. Hell, they even tried to kill her. Think of your own daughter. Put her in the place of the little Hailey girl.

" Now, wouldn't you say they got pretty much what they deserved? We should be thankful they're dead. I feel safer just knowin' those two bastards are no longer here to rape and kill other children. Mr. Hailey has done us a great service. Let's don't indict him. Let's send him home to his family, where he belongs. He's a good man who's done a good thing. "

Crowell finished and returned to the window. Buckley watched him fearfully, and when he was certain he was finished, he stood. " Sir, are you finished? " There was no response.

" Good. Ladies and gentlemen of the grand jury. I would like to explain a few things. A grand jury is not supposed to try the case. That's what a trial jury is for. Mr. Hailey will get a fair trial before twelve fair and impartial jurors, and if he's innocent, he'll be acquitted. But his guilt or innocence is not supposed to be determined by the grand jury. You're supposed to decide, after listening to the State's version of the evidence, if there is a strong possibility a crime has been committed. Now, I submit to you that a crime has been committed by Carl Lee Hailey. Three crimes actually. He killed two men, and he wounded another. We have eyewitnesses. "

Buckley was warming as he circled the tables. The confidence was back. " The duty of this grand jury is to indict him,

and if he has a valid defense, he'll have a chance to present it at trial. If he has a legal reason for doing what he did, let him prove it at trial. That's what trials are for. The State charges him with a crime, and the State must prove at trial he committed the crime. If he has a defense, and if he can convince the trial jury, he will be acquitted, I assure you. Good for him. But it's not the duty of this grand jury to decide today that Mr. Hailey should go free. There'll be another day for that, right, Sheriff? "

Ozzie nodded and said, " That's right. The grand jury is to indict if the evidence is presented. The trial jury will not convict him if the State can't prove its case, or if he puts a good defense. But the grand jury don't worry 'bout things like that. "

" Anything further from the grand jury? " Buckley asked anxiously. " Okay, we need a motion. "

" I make a motion we don't indict him for anything, " yelled Crowell.

" Second, " mumbled Barney Flaggs.

Buckley's knees quivered. He tried to speak, but nothing came forth. Ozzie suppressed his joy.

" We have a motion and a second, " announced Mrs. Gossett. " All in favor raise your hands. "

Five black hands went up, along with Crowell's. Sk votes. The motion failed.

" Whatta we do now? " asked Mrs. Gossett.

Buckley spoke rapidly: " Someone make a motion to indict Mr. Hailey for two counts of capital murder and one count of assault on a peace officer. "

" So move, " said one of the whites.

" Second, " said another.

" All in favor, raise your hands, " said Mrs. Gossett. " I count twelve hands. All opposed-I count five plus mine makes six. Twelve to six. What does that mean? "

" That means he's been indicted, " Buckley replied proudly. He breathed normally again, and the color returned to his face. He whispered to a secretary, then addressed the grand jury. " Let's take a ten-minute recess. We have about forty more cases to work on, so please don't be gone long. I would like to remind you of something Judge Noose said this morning. These deliberations are extremely confidential.

You are not to discuss any 01 your worK ouisiue room-"

" What he's tryin' to say, " interrupted Crowell, " is that we can't tell anybody that he came within one vote of not gettin' the indictments. Ain't that right, Buckley? "

The D. A. quickly left the room and slammed the door.

Surrounded by dozens of cameras and reporters, Buckley stood on the front steps of the courthouse and waved copies of the indictments. He preached, lectured, moralized, praised the grand jury, sermonized against crime and vigilantes, and condemned Carl Lee_Hailey. Bring on the trial. Put the jury in the box. He guaranteed a conviction. He guaranteed a death penalty. He was obnoxious, offensive, arrogant, self-righteous. He was himself. Vintage Buckley. A few of the reporters left, but he labored on. He extolled himself and his trial skills and his ninety, no, ninety-five percent conviction rate. More reporters left. More cameras were turned off. He praised Judge Noose for his wisdom and fairness. He acclaimed the intelligence and good judgment of Ford County jurors.

He outlasted them. They grew weary of him and they all left.

Stump Sisson was the Klan's Imperial Wizard for Mississippi, and he had called the meeting at the small cabin deep in the pine forests of Nettles County, two hundred and thirty miles south of Ford County. There were no robes, rituals, or speeches. The small group of Klansmen discussed the events in Ford County with a Mr. Freddie Cobb, brother of Billy Ray Cobb, deceased. Freddie had called a friend who called Stump to arrange the meeting.

Had they indicted the nigger? Cobb was not sure, but he had heard the trial would be in late summer, or early fall. What concerned him most was all the talk about the nigger pleading insanity and getting off. It wasn't right. The nigger killed his brother in cold blood, planned the shooting. He hid in a closet and waited for his brother. It was coldblooded murder, and now there was talk of the nigger walking free. What could the Klan do about it? The niggers have plenty of protection nowadays-the NAACP, ACLU, a thousand other civil rights groups, plus the courts and the government. Hell, white folks ain't got a chance, except for the Klan. Who else would march and stand up for white people. All the laws favor the niggers, and the liberal nigger-loving politicians keep making more laws against white people. Somebody's got to stand up for them. That's why he called the Klan.

Is the nigger in jail? Yes, and he's treated like a king. Got a nigger sheriff up there, Walls, and he likes this nigger. Gives him special privileges and extra protection. The sheriffs another story. Someone said Hailey might get out of jail this week on bond. Just a rumor. They hoped he got out.

What about your brother? Did he rape her? We're not sure, probably not. Willard, the other guy, confessed to rape, but Billy Ray never confessed. He had plenty of women. Why would he rape a little nigger girl? And if he did, what was the big deal?

Who's the nigger's lawyer? Brigance, a local boy in Clanton. Young, but pretty good. Does a lot of criminal work

and has a good reputation, won several minuet

told some reporters the nigger would plead insanity and get

off.

Who's the judge? Don't know yet. Bullard was the county judge, but someone said he would not hear the case. There's talk of moving the case to another county, so who knows who will be the judge.

Sisson and the Kluxers listened intently to this ignorant redneck. They liked the part about the NAACP and the government and the politicians, but they had also read the papers and watched TV and they knew his brother had received justice. But at the hands of a nigger. It was unthinkable.

The case had real potential. With the trial several months away, there was time to plan a rebellion. They could march during the day around the courthouse in their white robes and pointed, hooded masks. They could make speeches to a captive audience and parade in front of the cameras. The press would love it-hate them, but love the altercations, the disruptions. And at night they could intimidate with burning crosses and threatening phone calls. The targets would be easy and unsuspecting. Violence would be unavoidable. They knew how to provoke it. They fully appreciated what the sight of marching white robes did to crowds of angry niggers.

Ford County could be their playground for hide and seek, search and destroy, and hit and run. They had time to organize and call in comrades from other states. What Kluxer would miss this golden moment? And new recruits? Why, this case could fuel the fires of racism and bring nigger haters out of the woods and onto the streets. Membership was down. Hailey would be their new battle cry, the rallying point.

" Mr. Cobb, can you get us the names and addresses of the nigger, his family, his lawyer, the judge, and the jurors? " asked Sisson.

Cobb pondered this task. " Everbody but the jurors. They ain't been picked yet. "

" When will you know them? "

" Damned if I know. I guess at trial. What're y'all thinkin'? "

" We're not sure, but the Klan most likely will get involved. We need to flex our muscle a bit, and this could be a good opportunity. "

" Can I help? " Cobb asked eagerly.

" Sure, but you need to be a member. "

" We ain't got no Klan up there. It folded a long time ago. My granddaddy used to be a member. "

" You mean the grandfather of the victim was a Klansman? "

" Yep, " Cobb answered proudly.

" Well, then, we must get involved. " The Klansmen shook their heads in disbelief and vowed revenge. They explained to Cobb that if he could get five or six friends of similar thinking and motivation to agree to join, they would have a big, secret ceremony deep in the woods of Ford County with a huge burning cross and all sorts of rituals. -They would be inducted as members, full-fledged members, of the Ku Klux Klan. Ford County Klavern. And they would all join in and make a spectacle of the trial of Carl Lee Hailey. They would raise so much hell in Ford County this summer that no juror with any common sense would consider voting to acquit the nigger. Just recruit half a dozen more, and they would make him the leader of the Ford County Klavern.

Cobb said he had enough cousins to start a klavern. He left the meeting drunk with excitement of being a Klansman, just like his grandfather.

Buckley's timing was a little off. His 4: 00 P. M. press show was ignored by the evening news. Jake flipped the channels on a small black and white in his office, and laughed out loud when the networks and then Memphis, then Jackson, then Tupelo signed off with no news of the indictments. He could see the Buckley family in their den glued to the set, turning knobs and searching desperately for their hero while he yelled at them all to be quiet. And then at seven, after the Tupelo weather, the last weather, they backed away and left him alone in his recliner. Maybe at ten, he probably said.

At ten, Jake and Carla laid cross-legged and tangled in the dark on the sofa, waiting on the news. Finally, there he

was, on trie iront steps, waving papcis anu u street preacher while the Channel 4 man on the scene explained that this was Rufus Buckley, the D. A. who would prosecute Carl Lee Hailey now that he had been indicted. After an awful glimpse of Buckley, the report panned around the square for a wonderful view of downtown Clanton, and then finally back to the reporter for two sentences about a trial in late summer.

" He's offensive, " Carla said. " Why would he call a press conference to announce the indictments? "

" He's a prosecutor. We defense lawyers hate the press. "

" I've noticed. My scrapbook is rapidly filling up. "

" Be sure and make copies for Mom. "

" Will you autograph it for her? "

" Only for a fee. Yours, I will autograph for free. "

" Fine. And if you lose, I'll send you a bill for clipping and pasting. "

" I remind you, dear, that I have never lost a murder case. Three and oh, as a matter of fact. "

Carla punched the remote control and the weatherman remained but his volume disappeared. " You know what I dislike most about your murder trials? " She kicked the cushions from her thin, bronze, almost perfect legs.

" The blood, the carnage, the gruesomeness? "

" No. " She unfolded her shoulder-length hair and let it fall around her on the arm of the sofa.

" The loss of life, regardless of how insignificant? "

" No. " She was wearing one of his old, starched-out, sixteen-by-thirty-four, pinpoint Oxford button-downs, and she began to play with the buttons.

" The horrible specter of an innocent man facing the gas chamber? "

" No. " She was unbuttoning it. The bluish gray rays from the television flashed like a strobe in the dark room as the artchorperson smiled and mouthed good night.

" The fear of a young family as the father walks into the courtroom and faces a jury of his peers? "

" No. " It was unbuttoned, and under it a thin, fluorescent band of white silk glittered against the brown skin.

" The latent unfairness of our judicial system? "

" No. " She slid an almost perfect bronze leg up, up, up to the back of the sofa where it gently came to rest.

" The unethical and unscrupulous tactics employed by cops and prosecutors to nail innocent defendants? "

" No. " She unsnapped the band of silk between the two almost perfect breasts.

" The fervor, the fury, the intensity, the uncontrolled emotions, the struggle of the human spirit, the unbridled passion? "

" Close enough, " she said. Shirts and shorts ricocheted off the lamps and coffee tables as the bodies meshed deep under the cushions. The old sofa, a gift from her parents, rocked and squeaked on the ancient hardwood floor. It was sturdy, and accustomed to the rocking and squeaking. Max the mix-breed instinctively ran down the hall to stand guard by Hanna's door.

Harry Rex Vonner was a huge slob of a lawyer who specialized in nasty divorce cases and perpetually kept some jerk in jail for back child support. He was vile and vicious, and his services were in great demand by divorcing parties in Ford County. He could get the children, the house, the farm, the VCR, and microwave, everything. One wealthy farmer kept him on retainer just so the current wife couldn't hire him for the next divorce. Harry Rex sent his criminal cases to Jake, and Jake sent his nasty divorces to Harry Rex. They were friends and disliked the other lawyers, especially the Sullivan firm.

Tuesday morning he barged in and growled at Ethel: " Jake in? " He lumbered toward the stairs, glaring at her and daring her to speak. She nodded, knowing better than to ask if he was expected. He had cursed her before. He had cursed everybody before.

The stairway shook as he thundered upward. He was gasping for air as he entered the big office.

" Morning, Harry Rex. You gonna make it? "

" Why don't you get an office downstairs? " he demanded between breaths.

" You need the exercise. If it weren't for those stairs your weight would be over three hundred. "

" Thanks. Say, I just came from the courtroom. Noose wants you in chambers at ten-thirty if possible. Wants to talk about Hailey with you and Buckley. Set up arraignment, trial date, all that crap. He asked me to tell you. "

" Good. I'll be there. "

" I guess you heard about the grand jury? "

" Sure. I've got a copy of the indictment right here. "

Harry Rex smiled. " No. No, I mean the vote on the indictment. "

Jake froze and looked at him curiously. Harry Rex moved in silent and dark circles like a cloud over the county. He was an endless source of gossip and rumor, and took great pride in spreading only the truth-most of the time. He was the first to know almost everything. The legend of

Harry Rex began twenty years earlier with his first jury trial. The railroad he had sued for millions refused to offer a dime, and after three days of trial the jury retired to deliberate. The railroad lawyers became concerned when the jury failed to return with a quick verdict in their favor. They offered Harry Rex twenty-five thousand to settle when the deliberations went into the second day. With nerves of steel, he told them to go to hell. His client wanted the money. He told his client to go to hell. Hours later a weary and fatigued jury returned with a verdict for one hundred fifty thousand. Harry Rex shot the bird at the railroad lawyers, snubbed his clients and went to the bar at the Best Western. He bought drinks for everyone, and during the course of the long evening explained in detail exactly how he had wired the jury room and knew exactly what the jury was up to. Word spread, and Murphy found a series of wires running through the heating ducts to the jury room. The State Bar Association snooped around, but found nothing. For twenty years the judges had ordered the bailiffs to inspect the jury room when Harry Rex was in any way connected with a case.

" How do you know the vote? " Jake asked, suspicion hanging on every syllable.

" I got sources. "

" Okay, what was the vote? "

" Twelve to six. One fewer vote and you wouldn't be holding that indictment. "

" Twelve to six, " Jake repeated.

" Buckley near 'bout died. A guy named Crowell, white guy, took charge and almost convinced enough of them not to indict your man. "

" Do you know Crowell? "

" I handled his divorce two years ago. He lived in Jackson until his first wife was raped by a nigger. She went crazy and they got a divorce. She took a steak knife and sliced her wrists. Then he moved to Clanton and married some sleazebag out in the county. Lasted about a year. He ate Buckley's lunch. Told him to shut up and sit down. I wish I could've seen it. "

" Sounds like you did. "

" Naw. Just got a good source. "

" Who? "

" Jake, come on. "

" You been wiring rooms again? "

" Nope. I just listen. That's a good sign, ain't it? "

" What? "

" The close vote. Six outta eighteen voted to let him walk. Five niggers and Crowell. That's a good sign. Just get a couple of niggers on the jury and hang it. Right? "

" It's not that easy. If it's tried in this county there's a good chance we'll have an all-white jury. They're common here, and as you know, they're still very constitutional. Plus this guy Crowell sounds like he came outta nowhere. "

" That's what Buckley thought. -You should see that ass. He's in the courtroom strutting around ready to sign autographs over his big TV splash last night. No one wants to talk about it, so he manages to work it into every conversation. He's like a kid begging for attention. "

" Be sweet. He may be your next governor. "

" Not if he loses Hailey. And he's gonna lose Hailey, Jake. We'll pick us a good jury, twelve good and faithful citizens, then we'll buy them. "

" I didn't hear that. "

" Works every time. "

A few minutes after ten-thirty, Jake entered the judge's chamber behind the courtroom and coolly shook hands with Buckley, Musgrove, and Ichabod. They had been waiting on him. Noose waved him toward a seat and sat behind the desk.

" Jake, this will take just a few minutes. " He peered down that nose. " I would like to arraign Carl Lee Hailey in the morning at nine. Any problems with that? "

" No. That'll be fine, " replied Jake.

" We'll have some other arraignments in the morning, then we start a burglary case at ten. Right, Rufus? "

" Yes, sir. "

" Okay. Now let's discuss a trial date for Mr. Hailey. As you know, the next term of court here is in late August- third Monday-and I'm sure the docket will be just as crowded then. Because of the nature of this case and,

frankly, because of the publicity, I think it would be best if we had a trial as soon as practical. "

" The sooner the better, " inserted Buckley.

" Jake, how long will you need to prepare for trial? "

" Sixty days. "

" Sixty days! " Buckley repeated in disbelief. " Why so long? "

Jake ignored him and watched Ichabod adjust his reading glasses and study his calendar. " Would it be safe to anticipate a request for a change of venue? " he asked.

" Yes. "

" Won't make any difference, " Buckley said. " We'll get a conviction anywhere. "

" Save it for the cameras, Rufus, " Jake said quietly.

" You shouldn't talk about cameras, " Buckley shot back. " You seem to enjoy them yourself. "

" Gentlemen, please, " Noose said. " What other pretrial motions can we expect from the defense? "

Jake thought for a moment. " There will be others. "

" May I inquire about the others? " asked Noose with a hint of irritation.

" Judge, I really don't care to discuss my defense at this time. We just received the indictment and I haven't discussed it with my client. We obviously have some work to do. "

" How much time do you need? "

" Sixty days. "

" Are you kidding! " Buckley shouted. " Is this a joke? The State could try it tomorrow, Judge. Sixty days is ridiculous. "

Jake began to burn but said nothing. Buckley walked to the window and mumbled to himself in disbelief.

Noose studied his calendar. " Why sixty days? "

" It could be a complicated case. "

Buckley laughed and continued shaking his head.

" Then we can expect a defense of insanity? " asked the judge.

" Yes, sir. And it will take time to have Mr. Hailey examined by a psychiatrist. Then the State will of course want him examined by its doctors. "

" I see. "

" And we may have other pretnal matters. 11 s a oig case, and I want to make sure we have time to adequately prepare. "

" Mr. Buckley? " said the judge.

" Whatever. It makes no difference to the State. We'll be ready. We could try it tomorrow. "

Noose scribbled on his calendar and adjusted his reading glasses, which were perched on the tip of that nose and held in place by a tiny wart located perfectly at the foot of the beak. Due to the size of the nose and the odd shape of the head, specially built reading glasses with extra long stems were required for His Honor, who never used them for reading or any other purpose except in a vain effort to distract from the size and shape of the nose. Jake had always suspected this, but lacked the courage to inform His Honor that the ridiculous, orange-tinted hexagonal glasses diverted attention from everything else directly to the nose.

" How long do you anticipate for trial, Jake? " Noose asked.

" Three or four days. But it could take three days to pick the jury. "

" Mr. Buckley? "

" Sounds about right. But I don't understand why it takes sixty days to prepare for a three-day trial. I think it should be tried sooner. "

" Relax, Rufus, " Jake said calmly. " The cameras will be here in sixty days, even ninety days. They won't forget about you. You can give interviews, hold press conferences, preach sermons, everything. The works. But don't worry so much. You'll get your chance. "

Buckley's eyes narrowed and his face reddened. He took three steps in Jake's direction. " If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Brigance, you've given more interviews and seen more cameras than I have during the past week. "

" I know, and you're jealous, aren't you? "

" No, I'm not jealous! I don't care about the cameras-"

" Since when? "

" Gentlemen, please, " Noose interrupted. " This promises to be a long, emotional case. I expect my attorneys to act like professionals. Now, my calendar is congested. The only

opening I have is the week of July 22. Does that present a problem? "

" We can try it that week, " said Musgrove.

Jake smiled at Buckley and flipped through his pocket calendar. " Looks good to me. "

" Fine. All motions must be filed and pretrial matters disposed of by Monday, July 8. Arraignment is set for tomorrow at nine. Any questions? "

Jake stood and shook hands with Noose and Musgrove, and left.

After lunch he visited his famous client in Ozzie's office at the jail. A copy of the indictment had been served on Carl Lee in his cell. He had some questions for his lawyer.

" What's capital murder? "

" The worst kind. "

" How many kinds are there? "

" Basically three. Manslaughter, regular murder, and capital murder. "

" What's manslaughter? "

" Twenty years. "

" What's regular murder? "

" Twenty to life. "

" What's capital murder? "

" Gas chamber. "

" What's aggravated assault on an officer? "

" Life. No parole. "

Carl Lee studied the indictment carefully. " You mean I got two gas chambers and a life sentence. "

" Not yet. You're entitled to a trial first. Which, by the way, has been set for July 22. "

" That's two months away! Why so long? "

" We need the time. It'll take that long to find a psychiatrist who'll say you were crazy. Then Buckley gets to send you to Whitfield to be examined by the State's doctors, and they'll all say you were not crazy at the time. We file motions, Buckley files motions, we have a bunch of hearings. It takes time. "

" No way to have it sooner? "

" We don't want it sooner. "

" What if I do? " Carl Lee snapped.

Jake studied him carefully. " What's the matter, Dig man? "

" I gotta get outta here, and fast. "

" I thought you said jail wasn't so bad. "

" It ain't, but I need to get home. Gwen's outta money, can't find a job. Lester's in trouble with his wife. She's callin' all the time, so he won't last much longer. I hate to ask my folk for help. "

" But they will, won't they? "

" Some. They got their own problems. You gotta get me outta here, Jake. "

" Look, you'll be arraigned in the morning at nine. The trial is July 22, and the date won't be changed, so forget about that. Have I explained the arraignment to you? "

Carl Lee shook his head.

" It won't last twenty minutes. We appear before Judge Noose in the big courtroom. He'll ask you some questions, then ask me some questions. He'll read the indictment to you in open court, and ask if you've received a copy. Then he'll ask you to plead guilty or not guilty. When you answer not guilty, he'll set the trial date. You'll sit down, and me and Buckley will get into a big fight over your bond. Noose will refuse to set a bond, then they'll bring you back to the jail, where you'll stay until the trial. "

" What about after the trial? "

Jake smiled. " Naw, you won't be in jail after the trial. "