had hoped。
Harry Terwilliger picked up the remains of his second sandwich； looked at it for a second； then put it down again。 〃If we was to actually do this crazy thing；〃 he said； 〃I guess we could use my pickup truck。 Sit him in the back of that。 Wouldn't be nobody much on the roads at that hour。 We're talking about well after midnight； ain't we？〃
〃Yes；〃 I said。
〃You guys're forgetting one thing；〃 Dean said。 〃I know Coffey's been pretty quiet ever since he came on the block； doesn't do much but lay there on his bunk and leak from the eyes； but he's a murderer。 Also； he's huge。 If he decided he wanted to escape out of the back of Harry's truck； the only way we could stop him would be to shoot him dead。 And a guy like that would take a lot of killing； even with a 。45。 Suppose we weren't able to put him down？ And suppose he killed someone else？ I'd hate losing my job； and I'd hate going to jail … I got a wife and kids depending on me to put bread in their mouths … but I don't think I'd hate either of those things near as much as having another dead little girl on my conscience。〃
〃That won't happen；〃 I said。
〃How in God's name can you be so sure of that？〃
I didn't answer。 I didn't know just how to begin。 I had known this would e up； of course I did； but I still didn't know how to start telling them what I knew。 Brutal helped me。
〃You don't think he did it； do you； Paul？〃 He looked incredulous。 〃You think that big lug is innocent。〃
〃I'm positive he's innocent；〃 I said。
〃How in the name of Jesus can you be？〃
〃There are two things；〃 I said。 〃One of them is my shoe。〃 I leaned forward over the table and began talking。
Part Five：
Night Journey
1。
Mr。 H。 G。 Wells once wrote a story