door and nowhere else。〃
〃Yes； boss。〃 John fixed his eyes obediently on the door。
〃Brutal；〃 I said； and pointed。
He hurried in advance； shaking out his keyring； finding the right one。 John kept his gaze fixed on the door to the tunnel and I kept my gaze fixed on John； but from the er of one eye I could see Harry throwing nervous glances at the chair； as if he had never seen it before in his life。
There are pieces of them still in there 。。。 I hear them screaming。
If that was true； then Eduard Delacroix had to be screaming longest and loudest of all； and I was glad I couldn't hear what John Coffey did。
Brutal opened the door。 We went down the stairs with Coffey in the lead。 At the bottom； he looked glumly down the tunnel； with its low brick ceiling。 He was going to have a crick in his back by the time we got to the other end； unless … I pulled the gurney over。 The sheet upon which we'd laid Del had been stripped （and probably incinerated）； so the gurney's black leather pads were visible。 〃Get on；〃 I told John。 He looked at me doubtfully； and I nodded encouragement。 〃It'll be easier for you and no harder for us。〃
〃Okay； Boss Edgebe。〃 He sat down； then lay back； looking up at us with worried brown eyes。 His feet； clad in cheap prison slippers； dangled almost all the way to the floor。 Brutal got in between them and pushed John Coffey along the dank corridor as he had pushed so many others。 The only difference was that the current rid