Next to chambers was a coffee room where the lawyers loitered and gossiped by the hour； and next to it was a small rest room。 Jake closed and locked the rest room door and removed his coat； throwing it to the floor。 He knelt beside the toilet； waited momentarily； then vomited。
Ozzie stood before the judge and attempted small talk while Musgrove and the D。A。 smiled at each other。 They waited on Jake。 Finally； he entered chambers and apologized。
〃Jake； I have some bad news；〃 Ozzie said。
〃Let me sit down。〃
〃I got a call an hour ago from the sheriff of Lafayette ； County。 Your law clerk； Ellen Roark； is in the hospital。〃
〃What happened！〃
〃The Klan got her last night。 Somewhere between here and Oxford。 They tied her to a tree and beat her。〃
〃How is she？〃 Jake asked。
〃Stable but serious。〃
〃What happened？〃 Buckley asked。
〃We ain't sure。 They stopped her car somehow and took her out in the woods。 Cut her clothes off her and cut
her hair。 She's got a concussion and cuts on the head； so they figure she was beat。〃
Jake needed to vomit again。 He couldn't speak。 He massaged his temples and thought how nice it would be to tie Bass to a tree and beat him。
Noose studied the defense attorney with passion。 〃Mr。 Brigance； are you okay？〃
No response。
〃Let's recess until two。 I think we could all use the break；〃 Noose said。
Jake walked slowly up the front steps with an empty Coors bottle and for a moment gave serious thought to smashing it against Lucien's head。 He realized the injury would not be felt。
Lucien rattled his ice cubes and stared off in the distance； in the direction of the square； which had long been deserted except for the soldiers and the regular crowd of teenagers flocking to the theater； for the Saturday night double feature。
They said nothing。 Lucien stared away。 Jake glared at him with the empty bottle。 Bass was hundreds of miles away。
After a minute or so； Jake asked； 〃Where's Bass？〃
〃Gone。〃
〃Gone where？〃
〃Gone home。〃
〃Where's his home？〃
〃Why do you wanna know？〃
〃I'd like to see his home。 I'd like to see him in his home。 I'd like to beat him to death with a baseball bat in his home。〃
Lucien rattled some more。 〃I don't blame you。〃
〃Did you know？〃
〃Know what？〃
〃About the conviction？〃
〃Hell no。 No one knew。 The record was expunged。〃
〃I don't understand。〃
〃Bass told me the record of the conviction in Texas was expunged three years after it was entered。〃
Jake placed the beer bottle on the porch beside his
chair。 He grabbed a dirty glass； blew into it； then filled it with ice cubes and Jack Daniel's。
〃Do you mind explaining； Lucien？〃
〃According to Bass； the girl was seventeen； and the daughter of a prominent judge in Dallas。 They fell in heat； and the judge caught them screwing on the couch。 He pressed charges； and Bass didn't have a chance。 He pled guilty to the statutory rape。 But the girl was in love。 They kept seeing each other and she es up pregnant。 Bass married her； and gives the judge a perfect baby boy for his first grandchild。 The old man has a change of heart； and the record is expunged。〃
Lucien drank and watched the lights from the square。
〃What happened to the girl？〃
〃According to Bass； a week before he finished medical school； his wife； who's pregnant again； and the little boy were killed in a train wreck in Fort Worth。 That's when he started drinking； and quit living。〃
〃And he's never told you this before？〃
〃Don't interrogate me。 I told you I knew nothing about it。 I put him on the witness stand twice myself； remember。 If I had known it； he would never have testified。〃
〃Why didn't he ever tell you？〃
〃I guess because he thought the record was erased。 I don't know。 Technically； he's right。 There is no record after the expungement。 But he was convicted。〃
Jake took a long； bitter drink of whiskey。 It was nasty。
They sat in silence for ten minutes。 It was dark and the crickets were in full chorus。 Sallie walked to the screen door and asked Jake if he wanted supper。 He said no thanks。
〃What happened this afternoon？〃 Lucien asked。
〃Carl Lee testified； and we adjourned at four。 Buckley didn't have his psychiatrist ready。 He'll testify Monday。〃
〃How'd he do？〃
〃Fair。 He followed Bass； and you could feel the hatred from the jurors。 He was stiff and sounded rehearsed。 I don't think he scored too many points。〃
〃What'd Buckley do？〃
〃Went wild。 Screamed at Carl Lee for an hour。 Carl Lee kept getting smart with him； and they sniped back and forth。 I think they both got hurt。 On redirect； I propped him
up some and he came across pitiful and sympathetic。 Almost cried at the end。〃
〃That's nice。〃
〃Yeah； real nice。 But they'll convict him； won't they？〃
〃I would imagine。〃
〃After we adjourned； he tried to fire me。 Said I'd lost his case and he wanted a new lawyer。〃
Lucien walked to the edge of the porch and unzipped his pants。 He leaned on a column and sprayed the shrubs。 He was barefoot and looked like a flood victim。 Sallie brought him a fresh drink。
〃How's Row Ark？〃 he asked。
〃Stable； they say。 I called her room and a nurse said she couldn't talk。 I'll go over tomorrow。〃
〃I hope she's okay。 She's a fine girl。〃
〃She's a radical bitch； but a very smart one。 I feel like it's my fault； Lucien。〃
〃It's not your fault。 It's a crazy world； Jake。 Full of crazy people。 Right now I think half of them are in Ford County。〃
〃Two weeks ago； they planted dynamite outside my bedroom window。 They beat to death my secretary's husband。 Yesterday they shot at me and hit a guardsman。 Now they grab my law clerk； tie her to a pole； rip her clothes off； cut her hair； and she's in the hospital with a concussion。 I wonder what's next。〃
〃I think you should surrender。〃
〃I would。 I would march down to the courthouse right now and surrender my briefcase； lay down my arms； give up。 But to whom？ The enemy is invisible。〃
〃You can't quit； Jake。 Your client needs you。〃
〃To hell with my client。 He tried to fire me today。〃
〃He needs you。 This thing ain't over till it's over。〃
Nesbit's head hung halfway out the window and the saliva dripped down the left side of his chin； down the door； forming a small puddle over the 〃O〃 in the Ford of the Sheriffs Department insignia on the side of the car。 An empty beer can moistened his crotch。 After two weeks of bodyguard duty he had grown accustomed to sleeping with the mosquitoes in his patrol car while protecting the nigger's lawyer。
Moments after Saturday turned into Sunday； the radio violated his rest。 He grabbed the mike while wiping his chin on his left sleeve。
〃S。O。 8；〃 he responded。
〃What's your 10…20？〃
〃Same place it was two hours ago。〃
〃The Wilbanks house？〃
〃10…4。〃
〃Is Brigance still there？〃
〃10…4。〃
〃Get him and take him to his house on Adams。 It's an emergency。〃
Nesbit walked past the empty bottles on the porch； through the unlocked door； where he found Jake sprawled on the couch in the front room。
〃Get up； Jake！ You gotta go home！ It's an emergency！〃
Jake jumped to his feet and followed Nesbit。 They stopped on the front steps and looked past the dome of the courthouse。 In the distance a boiling funnel of black smoke rose above an orange glow and drifted peacefully toward the half moon。
Adams Street was blocked with an assortment of volunteer vehicles； mostly pickups。 Each had a variety of red and yellow emergency lights； at least a thousand in all。 They spun and flashed and streaked through the darkness in a silent chorus； illuminating the street。
The fire engines were parked haphazardly in front of the house。 The firemen and volunteers worked frantically laying lines and getting organized； responding occasionally to the mands of the chief。 Ozzie； Prather； and Hastings stood near an engine。 Some guardsmen lingered benignly near a jeep。
The fire was brilliant。 Flames roared from every window across the front of the。 house； upstairs and down。 The carport was pletely engulfed。 Carla's Cutlass burned inside and out…the four tires emitting a darker glow of their own。 Curiously； another； smaller car； not the Saab； burned next to the Cutlass。
The thundering； crackling noise of the fire；