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" Any objections to this introduction into evidence? " Noose asked in Jake's direction.

A speech was needed. A brilliant, emotional explanation that would touch the hearts of the jurors and make them weep with pity for Bass and his patient. But the rules of procedure did not permit one at this point. Of course the evidence was admissible. Unable to stand, Jake waved in the negative. No objections.

" We have no further questions, " Buckley announced.

" Any redirect, Mr. Brigance? " Noose asked.

In the split second available, Jake could not think of a single thing he could ask Bass to improve the situation. The jury had heard enough from the defense expert.

" No, " Jake said quietly.

" Very well, Dr. Bass, you are excused. "

Bass made a quick exit through the small gate in the railing, down the center aisle, and out of the courtroom. Jake watched his departure intently, conveying as much hatred as possible. It was important for the jury to see how shocked the defendant and his lawyer were. The jury had to believe a convicted felon was not knowingly put on the stand.

When the door closed and Bass was gone, Jake scanned the courtroom in hopes of finding an encouraging face. There were none. Lucien stroked his beard and stared at the

floor. Lester sat with his arms folded and a disgusted look on his face. Gwen was crying.

" Call your next witness, " Noose said.

Jake continued searching. In the third row, between Reverend Ollie Agee and Reverend Luther Roosevelt, sat Norman Reinfeld. When his eyes met Jake's, he frowned and shook his head as if to say " I told you so. " On the other, side of the courtroom, most of the whites looked relaxed and a few even grinned at Jake.

" Mr. Brigance, you may call your next witness. "

Against his better judgment, Jake attempted to stand. His knees buckled and he leaned forward with his palms flat against the table. " Your Honor, " he said in a high-pitched, shrill, defeated voice, " could we recess till one? "

" But Mr. Brigance, it's only eleven-thirty. "

A lie seemed appropriate. " Yes, Your Honor, but our next witness is not here, and will not arrive until one. "

" Very well. We'll stand in recess until one. I need to see the attorneys in chambers. "

Next to chambers was a coffee room where the lawyers loitered and gossiped by the hour, and next to it was a small rest room. Jake closed and locked the rest room door and removed his coat, throwing it to the floor. He knelt beside the toilet, waited momentarily, then vomited.

Ozzie stood before the judge and attempted small talk while Musgrove and the D. A. smiled at each other. They waited on Jake. Finally, he entered chambers and apologized.

" Jake, I have some bad news, " Ozzie said.

" Let me sit down. "

" I got a call an hour ago from the sheriff of Lafayette, County. Your law clerk, Ellen Roark, is in the hospital. "

" What happened! "

" The Klan got her last night. Somewhere between here and Oxford. They tied her to a tree and beat her. "

" How is she? " Jake asked.

" Stable but serious. "

" What happened? " Buckley asked.

" We ain't sure. They stopped her car somehow and took her out in the woods. Cut her clothes off her and cut

her hair. She's got a concussion and cuts on the head, so they figure she was beat. "

Jake needed to vomit again. He couldn't speak. He massaged his temples and thought how nice it would be to tie Bass to a tree and beat him.

Noose studied the defense attorney with compassion. " Mr. Brigance, are you okay? "

No response.

" Let's recess until two. I think we could all use the break, " Noose said.

Jake walked slowly up the front steps with an empty Coors bottle and for a moment gave serious thought to smashing it against Lucien's head. He realized the injury would not be felt.

Lucien rattled his ice cubes and stared off in the distance, in the direction of the square, which had long been deserted except for the soldiers and the regular crowd of teenagers flocking to the theater, for the Saturday night double feature.

They said nothing. Lucien stared away. Jake glared at him with the empty bottle. Bass was hundreds of miles away.

After a minute or so, Jake asked, " Where's Bass? "

" Gone. "

" Gone where? "

" Gone home. "

" Where's his home? "

" Why do you wanna know? "

" I'd like to see his home. I'd like to see him in his home. I'd like to beat him to death with a baseball bat in his home. "

Lucien rattled some more. " I don't blame you. "

" Did you know? "

" Know what? "

" About the conviction? "

" Hell no. No one knew. The record was expunged. "

" I don't understand. "

" Bass told me the record of the conviction in Texas was expunged three years after it was entered. "

Jake placed the beer bottle on the porch beside his

chair. He grabbed a dirty glass, blew into it, then filled it with ice cubes and Jack Daniel's.

" Do you mind explaining, Lucien? "

" According to Bass, the girl was seventeen, and the daughter of a prominent judge in Dallas. They fell in heat, and the judge caught them screwing on the couch. He pressed charges, and Bass didn't have a chance. He pled guilty to the statutory rape. But the girl was in love. They kept seeing each other and she comes up pregnant. Bass married her, and gives the judge a perfect baby boy for his first grandchild. The old man has a change of heart, and the record is expunged. "

Lucien drank and watched the lights from the square.

" What happened to the girl? "

" According to Bass, a week before he finished medical school, his wife, who's pregnant again, and the little boy were killed in a train wreck in Fort Worth. That's when he started drinking, and quit living. "

" And he's never told you this before? "

" Don't interrogate me. I told you I knew nothing about it. I put him on the witness stand twice myself, remember. If I had known it, he would never have testified. "

" Why didn't he ever tell you? "

" I guess because he thought the record was erased. I don't know. Technically, he's right. There is no record after the expungement. But he was convicted. "

Jake took a long, bitter drink of whiskey. It was nasty.

They sat in silence for ten minutes. It was dark and the crickets were in full chorus. Sallie walked to the screen door and asked Jake if he wanted supper. He said no thanks.

" What happened this afternoon? " Lucien asked.

" Carl Lee testified, and we adjourned at four. Buckley didn't have his psychiatrist ready. He'll testify Monday. "

" How'd he do? "

" Fair. He followed Bass, and you could feel the hatred from the jurors. He was stiff and sounded rehearsed. I don't think he scored too many points. "

" What'd Buckley do? "

" Went wild. Screamed at Carl Lee for an hour. Carl Lee kept getting smart with him, and they sniped back and forth. I think they both got hurt. On redirect, I propped him

up some and he came across pitiful and sympathetic. Almost cried at the end. "

" That's nice. "

" Yeah, real nice. But they'll convict him, won't they? "

" I would imagine. "

" After we adjourned, he tried to fire me. Said I'd lost his case and he wanted a new lawyer. "

Lucien walked to the edge of the porch and unzipped his pants. He leaned on a column and sprayed the shrubs. He was barefoot and looked like a flood victim. Sallie brought him a fresh drink.

" How's Row Ark? " he asked.

" Stable, they say. I called her room and a nurse said she couldn't talk. I'll go over tomorrow. "

" I hope she's okay. She's a fine girl. "

" She's a radical bitch, but a very smart one. I feel like it's my fault, Lucien. "

" It's not your fault. It's a crazy world, Jake. Full of crazy people. Right now I think half of them are in Ford County. "

" Two weeks ago, they planted dynamite outside my bedroom window. They beat to death my secretary's husband. Yesterday they shot at me and hit a guardsman. Now they grab my law clerk, tie her to a pole, rip her clothes off, cut her hair, and she's in the hospital with a concussion. I wonder what's next. "

" I think you should surrender. "

" I would. I would march down to the courthouse right now and surrender my briefcase, lay down my arms, give up. But to whom? The enemy is invisible. "

" You can't quit, Jake. Your client needs you. "

" To hell with my client. He tried to fire me today. "

" He needs you. This thing ain't over till it's over. "

Nesbit's head hung halfway out the window and the saliva dripped down the left side of his chin, down the door, forming a small puddle over the " O" in the Ford of the Sheriffs Department insignia on the side of the car. An empty beer can moistened his crotch. After two weeks of bodyguard duty he had grown accustomed to sleeping with the mosquitoes in his patrol car while protecting the nigger's lawyer.

Moments after Saturday turned into Sunday, the radio violated his rest. He grabbed the mike while wiping his chin on his left sleeve.

" S. O. 8, " he responded.

" What's your 10-20? "

" Same place it was two hours ago. "

" The Wilbanks house? "

" 10-4. "

" Is Brigance still there? "

" 10-4. "

" Get him and take him to his house on Adams. It's an emergency. "

Nesbit walked past the empty bottles on the porch, through the unlocked door, where he found Jake sprawled on the couch in the front room.

" Get up, Jake! You gotta go home! It's an emergency! "

Jake jumped to his feet and followed Nesbit. They stopped on the front steps and looked past the dome of the courthouse. In the distance a boiling funnel of black smoke rose above an orange glow and drifted peacefully toward the half moon.

Adams Street was blocked with an assortment of volunteer vehicles, mostly pickups. Each had a variety of red and yellow emergency lights, at least a thousand in all. They spun and flashed and streaked through the darkness in a silent chorus, illuminating the street.

The fire engines were parked haphazardly in front of the house. The firemen and volunteers worked frantically laying lines and getting organized, responding occasionally to the commands of the chief. Ozzie, Prather, and Hastings stood near an engine. Some guardsmen lingered benignly near a jeep.

The fire was brilliant. Flames roared from every window across the front of the. house, upstairs and down. The carport was completely engulfed. Carla's Cutlass burned inside and out-the four tires emitting a darker glow of their own. Curiously, another, smaller car, not the Saab, burned next to the Cutlass.

The thundering, crackling noise of the fire, plus the rumbling of the fire engines, plus the loud voices, attracted

neighbors from several blocks. They crowded together in the lawns across the street and watched.

Jake and Nesbit ran down the street. The chief spotted them and came running.

" Jake! Is anybody in the house? "

" No! "

" Good. I didn't think so. "

" Just a dog. "

" A dog! "

Jake nodded and watched the house.

" I'm sorry, " said the chief.

They gathered at Ozzie's car in front of Mrs. Pickle's house. Jake answered questions,

" That's not your Volkswagen under there, is it, Jake? "

Jake stared in stunned silence at Carla's landmark. He shook his head.

" I didn't think so. Looks like that's where it started. "

" I don't understand, " said Jake.

" If it ain't your car, then somebody parked it there, right? Notice how the floor of the carport is burnin'? Concrete don't normally burn. It's gasoline. Somebody loaded the VW with gasoline, parked it and ran away. Probably had some kinda device which set the thing off. "

Prather and two volunteers agreed.

" How long's it been burning? " Jake asked.

" We got here ten minutes ago, " the chief said, " and it was well involved. I'd say thirty minutes. It's a good fire. Somebody knew what they's doin'. "

" I don't suppose we could get anything out of there, could we? " Jake asked in general, knowing the answer.

" No way, Jake. It's too involved. My men couldn't go in there if people were trapped. It's a good fire. "

" Why do you say that? "

" Well, look at it. It's burnin' evenly through the house. You can see flames in every window. Downstairs and up. •That's very unusual. In just a minute, it'll burn through the roof. "

Two squads inched forward with the lines, shooting water in the direction of the windows by the front porch. A smaller line was aimed at a window upstairs. After watching for a minute or two as the water disappeared into the flames

with no noticeable effect, the chief spat and said, " It'll burn to the ground. " With that he disappeared around an engine and began shouting.

Jake looked at Nesbit. " Will you do me a favor? "

" Sure, Jake. "

" Drive over to Harry Rex's and bring him back. I'd hate for him to miss this. "

" Sure. "

For two hours Jake, Ozzie, Harry Rex, and Nesbit sat on the patrol car and watched the fire fulfill the chiefs prediction. From time to time a neighbor would stop by and extend sympathies and ask about the family. Mrs. Pickle, the sweet old woman next door, cried loudly when informed by Jake that Max had been consumed.

By three, the deputies and other curious had disappeared, and by four the quaint little Victorian had been reduced to smoldering rubble. The last of the firemen smothered any sign of smoke from the ruins. Only the chimney and burnt frames of two cars stood above the remains as the heavy rubber boots kicked and plowed through the waste looking for sparks or hidden flames that might somehow leap from the dead and burn the rest of the wreckage.

They rolled up the last of the lines as the sun began to appear. Jake thanked them when they left. He and Harry Rex walked through the backyard and surveyed the damage.

" Oh well, " Harry Rex said. " It's just a house. "

" Would you call Carla and tell her that? "

" No. I think you should. "

" I think I'll wait. "

Harry Rex looked at his watch. " It's about breakfast time, isn't it? "

" It's Sunday morning, Harry Rex. Nothing's open. "

" Ah, Jake, you're an amateur, and I'm a professional. I can find hot food at any time of any day. "

" The truck stop? "

" The truck stop! "

" Okay. And when we finish we'll go to Oxford to check on Row Ark. "

" Great. I can't wait to see her with a butch haircut. "

Sallie grabbed the phone and threw it at Lucien, who rumbled with it until it was arranged properly next to his head.

" Yeah, who is it? " he asked, squinting through the window into the darkness.

" Is this Lucien Wilbanks? "

" Yeah, who's this? "

" Do you know Clyde Sisco? "

" Yeah. "

" It's fifty thousand. "

" Call me back in the morning. "

Sheldon Roark sat in the window with his feet on the back of a chair, reading the Memphis Sunday paper's version of the Hailey trial. On the bottom of the front page was a picture of his daughter and the story about her encounter with the Klan. She rested comfortably in the bed a few feet away. The left side of her head was shaved and covered with a thick bandage. The left ear was sewn with twenty-eight stitches. The severe concussion had been downgraded to a mild concussion, and the doctors had promised she could leave by Wednesday.

She had not been raped or whipped. When the doctors called him in Boston they were short on details. He had flown for seven hours not knowing what they had done to her, but expecting the worst. Late Saturday night, the doctors ran more X rays and told him to relax. The scars would fade and the hair would grow back. She had been frightened and roughed up, but it could have been much worse.

He heard a commotion in the hall. Someone was arguing with a nurse. He laid the paper on her bed and opened the door.

A nurse had caught Jake and Harry Rex sneaking down the hall. She explained that visiting hours started at 2: 00 P. M., and that happened to be six hours away; that only family members were allowed; and that she would call security if they didn't leave. Harry Rex explained that he didn't give a damn about visiting hours or any other silly rules of the hospital; that it was his fiancee and that he would see her one last time before she died; and that if the nurse didn't shut up he would sue her for harassment because he was a lawyer and hadn't sued anybody in a week and was getting anxious.

" What's going on here? " Sheldon said.

Jake looked at the small man with the red hair and green eyes, and said, " You must be Sheldon Roark. "

" I am. "

" I'm Jake Brigance. The one-"

" Yes, I've been reading about you. It's okay, nurse, they're with me. "

" Yeah, " Harry Rex said. " It's okay. We're with him. Now would you please leave us alone before I garnishee your check. "

She vowed to call security, and stormed down the hall.

" I'm Harry Rex Vonner, " he said, shaking hands with Sheldon Roark.

" Step inside, " he said. They followed him into the small room and stared at Ellen. She was still asleep.

" How bad is she? " Jake asked.

" Mild concussion. Twenty-eight stitches in her ear, and eleven in her head. She'll be fine. Doctor said she might leave by Wednesday. She was awake last night and we talked for a long time. "

" Her hair looks awful, " Harry Rex observed..

" They yanked it and cut it with a dull knife, she said. They also cut her clothes off, and at one time threatened to bullwhip her. The head injuries are self-inflicted. She thought they would either kill her or rape her, or both. So she banged her brains out against the pole she was tied to. Must have scared them. "

" You mean they didn't beat her? "

" No. They didn't hurt her. Just scared the hell out of her. "

" What did she see? "

" Not much. Burning cross, white robes, about a dozen men. Sheriff said it was a pasture eleven miles east of here. Owned by some paper company. "

" Who found her? " Harry Rex asked.

" The sheriff received an anonymous phone call from a fella by the name of Mickey Mouse. "

" Ah yes. My old friend. "

Ellen moaned softly and stretched.

" Let's step outside, " Sheldon said.

" Does this place have a cafeteria? " Harry Rex asked. " I get hungry when I get near a hospital. "

" Sure. Let's have coffee. "

The cafeteria on the first floor was empty. Jake and Mr. Roark drank black coffee. Harry Rex started with three sweet rolls and a pint of milk.

" According to the paper, things aren't going too well, " Sheldon said.

" The paper is very kind, " Harry Rex said with a mouthful. " Jake here is gettin' his ass kicked all over the courtroom. And life ain't so great outside the courtroom, either. When they're not shooting at him, or kidnapping his law clerk, they're burning his house. "

" They burned your house! "

Jake nodded. " Last night. It's still smoldering. "

" I thought I detected the smell of smoke. "

" We watched it burn to the ground. It took four hours. "

" I'm sorry to hear that. They've threatened me with that before, but the worst I've had was slashed tires. I've never been shot at either. "

" I've been shot at a couple of times. "

" Do y'all have the Klan in Boston? " asked Harry Rex.

" Not'that I know of. "

" It's a shame. Those folks add a real dimension to your law practice. "

" Sounds like it. We saw the television reports of the riot around the courthouse last week. I've watched it pretty close since Ellen became involved. It's a famous case. Even up there. I wish I had it. "

" It's all yours, " said Jake. " I think my client is looking for a new lawyer. "

" How many shrinks will the State call? "

" Just one. He'll testify in the morning, and we'll have closing arguments. The jury should get it by late tomorrow afternoon. "

" I hate that Ellen will miss it. She called me every day and talked about the case. "

" Where did Jake go wrong? " Harry Rex asked.

" Don't talk with your mouth full, " Jake said.

" I think Jake has done a good job. It's a lousy set of facts to begin with. Hailey committed the murders, planned them carefully, and is relying on a rather weak plea of insanity. Juries in Boston would not be too sympathetic. "

" Nor in Ford County, " added Harry Rex.

" I hope you have a soul-stirring final summation up your sleeve, " Sheldon said.

" He doesn't have any sleeves, " said Harry Rex.

" They've all been burned. Along with his pants and underwear. "

" Why don't you come over tomorrow and watch? " Jake asked. " I'll introduce you to the judge and ask that you have privileges of chambers. "

" He wouldn't do that for me, " Harry Rex said.

" I can understand why, " Sheldon said with a smile. " I might just do that. I had planned to stay until Tuesday anyway. Is it safe over there? "

" Not really. "

Woody Mackenvale's wife sat on a plastic bench in the hall next to his room and cried quietly while trying to be brave for her two small sons seated next to her. Each boy squeezed a well-used wad of Kleenexes, occasionally wiping their cheeks and blowing their noses. Jake knelt before her and listened intently as she described what the doctors had said. The bullet had lodged in the spine-the paralysis was severe and permanent. He was a foreman at a plant in Booneville. Good job. Good life. She didn't work, at least until now. They would make it somehow, but she wasn't sure how. He coached his sons' Little League team. He was very active.

She cried louder and the boys wiped their cheeks.

" He saved my life, " Jake said to her, and looked at the boys.

She closed her eyes and nodded. " He was doing his jotx. We'll make it. "

Jake took a Kleenex from the box on the bench and wiped his eyes. A group of relatives stood nearby and watched. Harry Rex paced nervously at the end of the hall.

Jake hugged her and patted the boys on the head. He gave her his phone number-office-and told her to call if he could do anything. He promised to visit Woody when the trial was over.

The beer stores opened at noon on Sunday, as if the church folks needed it then and would stop on the way home from the Lord's house to pick up a couple of six-packs, then on to Grandmother's for Sunday dinner and an afternoon of hell-

raising. Oddly, they would close again at six in the afternoon, as if the same folks should then be denied beer as they returned to church for the Sunday night services. On the other six days beer was sold from six in the morning until midnight. But on Sunday, the selling was curtailed in honor of the Almighty.

Jake bought a six-pack at Bates Grocery and directed his chauffeur toward the lake. Harry Rex's antique Bronco carried three inches of dried mud across the doors and fenders. The tires were imperceptible. The windshield was cracked and dangerous, with thousands of splattered insects caked around the edges. The inspection sticker was four years old and unseen from the outside. Dozens of empty beer cans and broken bottles littered the floorboard. The air conditioner had not worked in six years. Jake had suggested use of the Saab. Harry Rex had cursed him for his stupidity. The red Saab was an easy target for snipers. No one would suspect the Bronco.

They drove slowly in the general direction of the lake, to no place in particular. Willie Nelson wailed from the cassette. Harry Rex tapped the steering wheel and sang along. His normal speaking voice was coarse and unrefined. With song, it was heinous. Jake sipped his beer and searched for daylight through the windshield.

The heat wave was about to be broken. Dark clouds loomed to the southwest, and when they passed Huey's Lounge the rains fell and showered the parched earth. It cleansed and removed the dust from the kudzu that lined the roadbeds and hung like Spanish moss from the trees. It cooled the scorched pavement and created a sticky fog that rose three feet above the highway. The red baked gullies absorbed the water, and when full began to carry tiny streams downward to the larger field drains and road ditches. The rains drenched the cotton and soybeans, and pounded the crop rows until small puddles formed between the stalks.

Remarkably, the windshield wipers worked. They slapped back and forth furiously and removed the mud and insect collection. The storm grew. Harry Rex increased the volume of the stereo.

The blacks with their cane poles and straw hats camped

under the bridges and waited for the storm to blow over. Below them, the still creeks came to life. Muddy water from the fields and gullies rushed downward and stirred the small streams and brooks. The water rose and moved forward. The blacks ate bologna and crackers and told fishing stories.

Harry Rex was hungry. He stopped at Treadway's Grocery near the lake, and bought more beer, two catfish dinners, and a large bag of Cajiin-spiced red-hot barbecue pork skins. He threw them at Jake.

They crossed the dam in a blinding downpour. Harry Rex parked next to a small pavilion over a picnic area. They sat on the concrete table and watched the rain batter Lake Chatulla. Jake drank beer while Harry Rex ate the catfish dinners.

" When you gonna tell Carla? " he asked, slurping beer.

The tin roof roared above. " About what? "

" The house. "

" I'm not gonna tell her. I think I can have it rebuilt before she gets back. "

" You mean by the end of the week? "

" Yeah. "

" You're cracking up, Jake. You're drinking too much, and you're losing your mind. "

" I deserve it. I've earned it. I'm two weeks away from bankruptcy. I'm about to lose the biggest case of my career, for which I have been paid nine hundred dollars. My beautiful home that everyone took pictures of and the old ladies from the Garden Club tried to get written up in Southern Living has been reduced to rubble. My wife has left me, and when she hears about the house, she'll divorce me. No question about that. So I'll lose my wife. And once my daughter learns that her damned dog died in the fire, she'll hate me forever. There's a contract on my head. I've got Klan goons looking for me. Snipers shooting at me. There's a soldier lying up in the hospital with my bullet in his spine. He'll be a vegetable, and I'll think about him every hour of every day for the rest of my life. My secretary's husband was killed because of me. My last employee is in the hospital with a punk haircut and a concussion because she worked for me. The jury thinks I'm a lying crook because of my expert witness. My client wants to fire me. When he's convicted, every-

body will blame me. He'll hire another lawyer for the appeal, one of those ACLU types, and they'll sue me claiming ineffective trial counsel. And they'll be right. So I'll get my ass sued for malpractice. I'll have no wife, no daughter, no house, no practice, no clients, no money, nothing. "

" You need psychiatric help, Jake. I think you should make an appointment with Dr. Bass. Here, have a beer. "

" I guess I'll move in with Lucien and sit on the porch all day. "

" Can I have your office? "

" Do you think she'll divorce me? "

" Probably so. I've had four divorces, and they'll file for damned near anything. "