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Falconer 114<br />
he approached the squad room he heard a radio. “Inmates have<br />
demanded an injunction against physical and administrative<br />
reprisals and a general amnesty,” he heard. Then the radio was cut.<br />
They had either heard him or timed his arrival. Four officers were<br />
sitting around a radio in the squad room. There were two quarts<br />
of whiskey on the desk. The looks they gave him were blank and<br />
hateful. Marshack—he had small eyes and a shaven skull—gave<br />
him two pieces of paper. Farragut went down the hall to his office<br />
and slammed shut the glass-and-chicken-wire door. As soon as his<br />
door was closed he heard the radio again. “Sufficient force is<br />
available to recapture the institution at any time. The question is<br />
whether the lives of twenty-eight innocent men is a weighty<br />
enough ransom to purchase amnesty for nearly two thousand<br />
convicted criminals. In the morning…” Farragut looked up and<br />
saw Marshack’s shadow on the glass door. He slammed open a<br />
desk drawer, ripped out a ditto sheet and put it as noisily as<br />
possible into the machine. He watched the shadow of Marshack<br />
slide down the glass to where he could, crouched, see through the<br />
keyhole. Farragut shook the papers vigorously and read the<br />
messages, written in pencil in a child’s scrawl. “All personnel is to<br />
show top strength in all gatherings. No strength, no gatherings.”<br />
That was the first. The second read: “Louisa Pierce Spingarn, in<br />
memory of her beloved son Peter, has arranged for interested<br />
inmates to be photographed in full color beside a decorated<br />
Christmas tree and to have said photographs…” Marshack opened<br />
the door and stood there, the executioner, the power of endings.<br />
“What is this, Sergeant?” Farragut asked. “What is this thing about<br />
a Christmas tree?”<br />
“I don’t know, I don’t know,” said Marshack. “She’s a fucking dogooder,<br />
I guess. They cause all the trouble. Efficiency is all that<br />
matters and when you don’t get efficiency you get shit.”<br />
“I know,” said Farragut, “but what’s this all about a Christmas<br />
tree?”