he likes of Coffey in mind； but I hadn't realized how great the disparity was until he stood before it； looking at it thoughtfully。
Harry laughed； but John himself seemed to see no humor in the big man standing in front of the little door。 He wouldn't have； of course； even if he'd been quite a few degrees brighter than he was； he wouldn't have。 He'd been that big man for most of his life； and this door was just a scrap littler than most。
He sat down； scooted through it that way； stood up again； and went down the stairs to where Brutal was waiting for him。 There he stopped； looking across the empty room at the platform where Old Sparky waited； as silent … and as eerie … as the throne m the castle of a dead king。 The cap hung with hollow jauntiness from one of the back…posts； looking less like a king's crown than a jester's cap； however； something a fool would wear； or shake to make his high…born audience laugh harder at his jokes。 The chair's shadow； elongated and spidery； climbed one wall like a threat。 And yes； I thought I could still smell burned flesh in the air。 It was faint； but I thought it was more than just my imagination。
Harry ducked through the door； then me。 I didn't like the frozen； wide…eyed way John was looking at Old Sparky。 Even less did I like what I saw on his arms when I got close to him： goosebumps。
〃e on； big boy；〃 I said。 I took his wrist and attempted to pull him in the direction of the door leading down to the tunnel。 At fi