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ey was wearing。 McGee thought at first it might be a gun。 Coffey said it was a lunch; and that's what it turned out to be … a couple of sandwiches and a pickle; wrapped up in newspaper and tied with butcher's string。 Coffey couldn't remember who gave it to him; only that it was a woman wearing an apron。…〃
〃Sandwiches and a pickle but no sausages;〃 Brutal said。
〃No sausages;〃 I agreed。
〃Course not;〃 Dean said。 〃He fed those to the dog。〃
〃Well; that's what the prosecutor said at the trial;〃 I agreed; 〃but if Coffey opened his lunch and fed the sausages to the dog; how'd he tie the newspaper back up again with that butcher's twine? I don't know when he even would have had the chance; but leave that out of it; for the time being。 This man can't even tie a simple granny knot!〃
There was a long moment of thunderstruck silence; broken at last by Brutus。 〃Holy shit;〃 he said in a low voice。 〃How e no one brought that up at the trial?〃
〃Nobody thought of it;〃 I said; and found myself again thinking of Hammersmith; the reporter … Hammersmith who had been to college in Bowling Green; Hammersmith who liked to think of himself as enlightened; Hammersmith who had told me that mongrel dogs and Negroes were about the same; that either might take a chomp out of you suddenly; and for no reason。 Except he kept calling them your Negroes; as if they were still property 。。。 but not his property。 No; not his。 Never his。 And at that time; the South was f