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Falconer 133<br />
flames and a rush of shadows, but all he saw was a man hanging<br />
up his wash to dry. The passiveness of the place bewildered him.<br />
They could not all have been humiliated and gulled by nakedness<br />
and a glittering tree, but that seemed to be the case. The place<br />
seemed sleepy. Had they all retreated into the torpor he had<br />
chosen when Chicken fired his mattress? He looked again at the<br />
stranger hanging out his wash.<br />
Farragut joined the others waiting in the corridor. Outside it had<br />
begun to rain. Ransome went among them, collecting the forms<br />
that had been photographed. These were useless and Farragut<br />
watched Ransome with interest, for he was so secretive a man that<br />
to follow any of his consecutive movements promised to be<br />
revealing. What he did, when he had collected a dozen forms, was<br />
to climb onto a chair. Ransome was a big man and the chair was<br />
rickety and he checked his safety by shifting his weight. When he<br />
felt secure he began to tear the forms into small pieces and cast<br />
them, like a sower, over the heads and shoulders of the others. His<br />
face was beaming and he sang “Silent Night.” The Cuckold picked<br />
up a good bass, and considering the distance they had all come<br />
from caroling, they formed a small, strong choir, singing<br />
enthusiastically about the Virgin. The old carol and the scraps of<br />
paper falling softly through the air onto their heads and shoulders<br />
was not at all a bitter recollection on that suffocating rainy day,<br />
but a light-hearted memory of some foolishness, linked to a fall of<br />
snow.<br />
Then they lined up and marched out. Another group of inmates<br />
stood lined up in the tunnel, waiting their turn to be<br />
photographed beside the tree. Farragut regarded them with the<br />
pleasure and surprise with which one regards the crowd waiting to<br />
get into the next show at a movie. That was the end to his<br />
cheerfulness. As soon as they saw the faces of the guards in the<br />
tunnel they saw that their Christmas was over.