Part 19 (1/2)
”I'm so glad you're taking him,” she said. ”Maybe I should put some extra clothing into the bag. At least some caps to cover your bare heads.”
”But I caint tell him what I aim to do, not without them hearin us. So you'll have to tell him this for me. Tell him this Sat.u.r.day night. Tell him Fat Gill will come down to git me to fix the fuse or whatever, and for Ernest to start countin, and when it's five minutes after Fat Gill takes me upstairs, for him to be ready to go without n.o.body else in the death hole seein us. It will be dark. I'm gonna kill all the power. He'll have to jist follow me upstairs in the dark without any word when I come down to git him.”
”How will you unlock his cell?”
”Let me worry about that. Like I say, I aint even sure he would want to go. He'd be a fool not to, but maybe he'd rather take his chances with life at Tucker. If he does go over the wall with me, he caint go home with me. When we git out of Pulaski County, we split up: he can go home to Timbo or wherever, or go to Paris to study art like you did, or whatever he wants to do. But you better say your good-byes to him this afternoon, because you might not never see him again. So you jist tell him this: tell him that if he wants to go with me, for him to say, when we're back in our cells together, for him to say, 'Yes, it might be clear Sunday,' and I'll know he wants to go. Okay?”
”I'm so excited,” she said.
”I'm so bored,” said Bird, and they looked up at the trusty-guard looming over them. He added, ”Y'all's time is about up.”
”I wanted to thank you for the basket you brought last time,” Nail said to her. ”I 'preciate ever bit of it.”
”Did you read the books?”
”Ever word,” he said. ”Except in Dr. Hood, I couldn't read all them words, and Dempsey give me this here electrical book to memorize that's givin me eyestrain. I'll need spectacles before long.”
”Did you-did you have any trouble with Gertrude Stein, or the Fletcher poems?”
”Not a bit. That lady can really use words. I read some of it two or three times, just to make sure it was as good as I thought the first time. And you tell your ole boss, when you see him, to thank Mr. Fletcher for what he wrote to me in his poetry book, and to tell him that I think he ought to be back home in Arkansas where he belongs instead of over there in London.”
Viridis laughed. ”I agree. I'll tell Tom to tell him that.” She glanced to make sure that Bird had moved back to his post, out of earshot, and she said, ”I brought you another basket this time, and I didn't know you would be leaving so soon, or I wouldn't have put so many cookies in it. Don't try to take all the cookies with you over the wall. Nor the books.”
”I'm takin Fletcher,” he declared. He smiled. ”And Ernest too, of course.”
Before their lips met again in parting, he said, in a very gentle voice, as if he were still conspiring in his escape, ”I love you, Viridis, and I'll see you soon in the great free world of trees.”
”I love you, Nail, and I can hardly wait,” she said.
Later, back in their cells after Ernest had been up and delivered his whole output of artwork to Viridis, Nail heard Ernest remark as if to the walls, ”Yes, it might be clear Sunday.”
”Who cares?” said Sam Bell.
”Going to a ballgame maybe?” asked Joe Strong.
”Naw, he's goin on a picnic,” said Clarence Dewein.
”Don't save none of them cookies for it,” Nail suggested. ”Share a few with the other boys.”
”You'uns want chonklit, pecan, or oatmeal?” Ernest offered.
On the Tuesday ahead of that special Sat.u.r.day, it was announced that the movie this week would be a lively comedy photoplay on loan from a major downtown theater, The Gem, and would have six whole reels. It was called Tillie's Punctured Romance, and Tillie would be played by Marie Dressler, while the male lead was acted by the celebrated Charlie Chaplin, who everybody was dying to see. Nail himself was sorry that he couldn't watch the movie, because he wanted to see if it was true, as Viridis had told him, that Charlie Chaplin looked just like ole Bobo...or like Viridis herself that one time she had changed herself. Nail did a little bit of calculating and decided he couldn't just leave the circuits shorted while he went over the wall. It wouldn't be fair to the inmates, who by that time would be spellbound by the movie. He would have to figure out some way to turn the projector back on as his last act before taking off.
The next morning he asked Dempsey, ”Does this here circuit draw from the same box the arc lamps are on?”
”No, that's on the free line down to the transformer,” Dempsey pointed out, and chided him: ”You ought to know that.”
”Jist makin sure,” Nail said.
Warden Yeager called him in once more, and once more the warden asked, friendly-like, ”Is there anything more we can do for you to make you happy?”
”Nossir,” Nail said, ”I reckon I'm pretty happy.”
The warden changed his tone, dropping the friendliness. ”You aint gonna be much longer. I got bad news hee hee. Matter of fact, I got lots of real bad news. One, we got to take you out of that powerhouse and out of your tomato patch. It's against the rules for a condemned man to do any work, you know that, and we been letting you do it just on account of Reverend Tomme. They fired him. He was a nice fellow, and I'm kind of sorry to see him go, but he was really meddling a lot, and he don't know very much about how to run a pen. If you want to say good-bye to him, we gave him permission to make one last visit to the pen tomorrow. He said he wanted to see you especially, because he knows you're gonna die. That's the real bad news. There's three more men coming in this week to wait for the chair, and that's just too many. The governor has been getting a lot of trouble from everybody because of all the pardons and delays and commutations he's been throwing around like Santa Claus. So the word is out: we got to make room in the death hole. You and Bodenhammer and Sam Bell are getting transferred hee hee, to h.e.l.l hee hee, in the chair this Sat.u.r.day at sundown.”
Nail was not too certain he had heard the warden correctly. What with all of those hee-hee's mixed up in there, it was kind of difficult to be absolutely certain that Travis Don Yeager had just announced that there would be a triple execution this Sat.u.r.day, approximately two hours before Nail intended to go over the wall. ”Sir?” Nail said, feeling bewildered. ”What did you say?”
”You heard me,” Yeager said in a voice so cold that Nail felt Yeager was probably having to force himself to sound mean. He really does like me a little bit, Nail told himself, but now he's got to try hard not to show it.
”This is awful sudden,” Nail observed. ”One day you're treatin us like human beings, and bein decent and kind to us, and then the next day you're puttin us right back where we were.”
The warden lifted a folder from his desk. ”You ought to read the report of the governor's commission of inspectors for the prison system.”
Nail held out his hand. ”Could I read it?”
”It don't mention you hee hee. Not by name, anyhow. It just says we've been coddling our prisoners and treating them like citizens, which they aint, not after conviction, and it says the governor-let me find it...” The warden opened the folder and ran his finger down several pages until he came to the words: ”'Governor Hays has been required to yield to extraordinary outside pressures in order to stay executions, and this interference with justice works to the detriment of the whole system.' That's what it says, Chism hee hee. You can probably read most of it yourself in tomorrow's Gazette, along with the announcement of this Sat.u.r.day evening's executions.” The warden waited a full minute for Nail to comment, and when Nail did not, the warden said, ”If you got nothing to say, you can get out,” and waved him to the door.
Back in his cell, Nail still surprised himself by feeling no emotion. He was neither frightened nor disappointed, frustrated nor angry. He had been sent to the chair so many times, and nothing had happened. Maybe it was dangerous, he thought, to get to the point where you don't feel anything.
Ernest and Sam Bell apparently hadn't been told, not yet. But the next morning's Gazette was delivered not by a trusty but by the chaplain himself, or rather the ex-chaplain making his farewell appearance. Lee Tomme first visited the cell of Sam Bell and gave him the newspaper, and Nail listened to Sam Bell reading the item aloud for the benefit of the others. Then Lee visited awhile with Ernest, and Nail could not hear what they were saying. Finally Lee gave Nail his own copy of the newspaper. The report of the governor's commission was on the front page. The announcement of the executions was back on page 4, in a small item all out of proportion to the newsworthiness of the event: Arkansas's first triple execution since the days of Hanging Judge Parker of Fort Smith. It was almost as if there wasn't room for it on the front page, which was taken up with the commission's report.
”I'm sorry they sacked you,” Nail told Lee.
”Who told you that?” Lee asked. Indeed, it wasn't mentioned in this issue of the Gazette.
”Yeager,” Nail said, wondering if there was any chance that Lee himself hadn't been told. ”Yesterday,” he added.
”Then he had already told you about Sat.u.r.day night?”
Nail nodded. ”Yeah, he told me.”
”The b.a.s.t.a.r.d,” Lee said. ”He promised to wait and let me tell you. How did you take it?”
Nail shrugged. ”I'm an old hand at this now, ye know. It didn't trouble me.”
Lee looked at him oddly, then moved closer and lowered his voice to say, ”But the Sat.u.r.day night movie is scheduled for after the executions.”
”You think they'd go ahead and show a movie with the same juice they jist used to cook three fellers?” Nail asked.
”The men want that movie,” Lee said. ”They haven't been talking about anything else this week. All they're waiting for is that movie, and they're on their best behavior in order to see it.”
”But the warden is cuttin back on all the privileges and improvements that you brought in,” Nail pointed out. ”Don't you reckon it's likely he'll do away with the picture shows too?”
Lee shook his head. ”Not right away. If he tried to do it for this movie this Sat.u.r.day, the men would go on strike or stage a riot. Sure, he'll abolish movies soon, but not this week. I went to a lot of trouble to persuade the theater people in Little Rock to loan us that first-run film.”
”Well,” Nail said. He didn't know much else to say. Out of genuine concern as well as politeness, he asked, ”What are you fixin to do after you leave this job? Have you got another one?”