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himself facing Narcissa across the desk in his dingy office, his expression was like that when he had put the forty-two dollars into the pot. "I only wish it weren't your brother," he said. "I hate to see a brother-in-arms, you might say, with a bad case." She was watching him with a blank, enveloping look. "After all, we've got to protect society, even when it does seem that society does not need protection." "Are you sure he cant win?" she said. "Well, the first principle of law is, God alone knows what the jury will do. Of course, you cant expect--" "But you dont think he will." "Naturally, I--" "You have good reason to think he cant. I suppose you know things about it that he doesn't." He looked at her briefly. Then he picked up a pen from his desk and began to scrape at the point with a paper cutter. "This is purely confidential. I am violating my oath of office. I wont have to tell you that. But it may save you worry to know that he hasn't a chance in the world. I know what the disappointment will be to him, but that cant be helped. We happen to know that the man is guilty. So if there's any way you know of to get your brother out of the case, I'd advise you to do it. A losing lawyer is like a losing anything else, ballplayer or merchant or doctor: his business is to-" "So the quicker he loses, the better it would be, wouldn't it?" she said. "If they hung the man and got it over with." His hands became perfectly still. He did not look up. She said, her tone cold and level: "I have reasons for wanting Horace out of this case. The sooner the better. Three nights ago the Snopes, the one in the legislature, telephoned out home, trying to find him. The next day he went to Memphis. I dont know what for. You'll have to find that out yourself. I just want Horace out of this business as soon as possible." She rose and moved toward the door. He hobbled over to open it; again she put that cold, still, unfathomable gaze upon him as though he were a dog or a cow and she waited for it to get out of her path. Then she was gone. He closed the door and struck a clumsy clogstep, snapping his fingers just as the door opened again; he snapped his hands toward his tie and looked at her in the door, holding it open. "What day do you think it will be over with?" she said. "Why, I cuh-- Court opens the twentieth," he said. "It will be the first case. Say . . . Two days. Or three at the most, with your kind assistance. And I need not assure you that this will be held in strictest confidence between us . . ." He moved toward her, but her blank calculating gaze was like a wall, surrounding him. "That will be the twenty-fourth." Then she was looking at him again. "Thank you," she said, and closed the door. That night she wrote Belle that Horace would be home on the twenty-fourth. She telephoned Horace and asked for Belle's address. "Why?" Horace said. "I'm going to write her a letter," she said, her voice tranquil, without threat. Dammit, Horace thought, holding the dead wire in his hand, How can I be expected to combat people who will not even employ subterfuge. But soon he forgot it, forgot that she had called. He did not see her again before the trial opened.
Two days before it opened Snopes emerged from a dentist's office and stood at the curb, spitting. He took a goldwrapned cigar from his pocket and removed the foil and put the cigar gingerly between his teeth. He had a black eye, and the bridge of his nose was bound in soiled adhesive tape. "Got hit by a car in Jackson," he told them in the barbershop. "But I dont think I never made the bastard pay," he said, showing a sheaf of yellow bills. He put them into a notecase and stowed it away. "I'm an American," he said. "I dont brag about it, because I was born one. And I been a decent Baptist all my life, too. Oh, I aint no preacher and I aint no old maid; I been around with the boys now and then, but I reckon I aint no worse than lots of folks that pretends to sing loud in church. But the lowest, cheapest thing on this earth aint a nigger: it's a jew. We need laws against them. Drastic laws. When a durn lowlife jew can come to a free country like this and just because he's got a law degree, it's time to put a stop to things. A jew is the lowest thing on this creation. And the lowest kind of jew is a jew lawyer. And the lowest kind of jew lawyer is a Memphis jew lawyer. When a jew lawyer can hold up an American, a white man, and not give him but ten dollars for something that two Americans, Americans, southron gentlemen; a judge living in the capital of the State of Mississippi and a lawyer that's going to be as big a man as his pa some day, and a judge too; when they give him ten times as much for the same thing than the lowlife jew, we need a law. I been a liberal spender all my life; whatever I had has always been my friends' too. But when a durn, stinking, lowlife jew will refuse to pay an American one tenth of what another American, and a judge at that--" "Why did you sell it to him, then?" the barber said. "What?" Snopes said. The barber was looking at him. "What was you trying to sell to that car when it run over you?" the barber said. "Have a cigar," Snopes said. XXVII The trial was set for the twentieth of June. A week after his Memphis visit, Horace telephoned Miss Reba. "Just to know if she's still there," he said. "So I can reach her if I need to." "She's here," Miss Reba said. "But this reaching. I dont like it. I dont want no cops around here unless they are on my business." "It'll be only a bailiff," Horace said. "Someone to hand a paper into her own hand." "Let the postman do it, then," Miss Reba said. "He comes here anyway. In a uniform too. He dont look no worse in it than a full-blowed cop, neither. Let him do it." "I wont bother you," Horace said. "I wont make you any trouble." "I know you aint," Miss Reba said. Her voice was thin, harsh, over the wire. "I aint going to let you. Minnie's done took a crying spell tonight, over that bastard that left her, and me and Miss Myrtle was sitting here, and we got started crying too. Me and Minnie and Miss Myrtle. We drunk up a whole new bottle of gin. I cant afford that. So dont you be sending no jay cops up here with no letters for nobody. You telephone me and I'll turn them both out on the street and you can have them arrested there."
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