ak。〃
〃And in your rational； civilized； and passionate mind； what do you think we should do with them？〃
〃Hang them by their toes； castrate them； and let them bleed to death； without a trial。〃
〃And the way you understand the law； that would be constitutional？〃
〃Maybe not； but it'd stop a lot of child pornography and terrorism。 Jake； are you gonna eat this sandwich？〃
〃No。〃
Harry Rex unwrapped a ham and cheese。 〃Stay away from number one； Carlene Malone。 She's one of those Malones from Lake Village。 White trash and mean as hell。〃
〃I'd like to stay away from this entire panel；〃 Jake said； still staring at the table。
〃We got a terrible draw。〃
〃Whatta you think； Row Ark？〃 Jake asked。
Harry Rex swallowed quickly。 〃I think we oughtta plead
him guilty and get the hell outta there。 Run like a scalded dog。〃
Ellen stared at the cards。 〃It could be worse。〃
Harry Rex forced a loud laugh。 〃Worse！ The only way it could be worse would be if the first thirty were sitting there wearing white robes with pointed hats and little masks。〃
〃Harry Rex； would you shut up；〃 Jake said。
〃Just trying to help。 Do you want your french fries？〃
〃No。 Why don't you put all of them in your mouth and chew on them for a long time？〃
〃I think you're wrong about some of these women；〃 Ellen said。 〃I'm inclined to agree with Lucien。 Women； as a very general rule； will have more sympathy。 We're the ones who get raped； remember？〃
〃I have no response to that；〃 Harry Rex said。
〃Thanks；〃 replied Jake。 〃Which one of these girls is your former client who'll supposedly do anything for you if you'll simply wink at her？〃
Ellen snickered。 〃Must be number twenty…nine。 She's five feet tall and weighs four hundred pounds。〃
Harry Rex wiped his mouth with a sheet of paper。 〃Very funny。 Number seventy…four。 She's too far back。 Forget her。〃
Noose rapped his gavel at two and the courtroom came to order。
〃The State may examine the panel；〃 he said。
The magnificent district attorney rose slowly and walked importantly to the bar； where he stood and gazed pensively at the spectators and jurors。 He realized the artists were sketching him； and he seemed to pose for just a moment。 He smiled sincerely at the jurors； then introduced himself。 He explained that he was the people's lawyer； his client； the State of Mississippi。 He had served as their prosecutor for nine years now； and it was an honor for which he would always be grateful to the fine folks of Ford County。 He pointed at them and told them that they； the very ones sitting there； were the folks who had elected him to represent them。 He thanked them； and hoped he did not let them down。
Yes； he was nervous and frightened。 He had prosecuted
thousands of criminals； but he was always scared with each trial。 Yes！ He was scared； and not ashamed to admit it。 Scared because of the awesome responsibility the people had bestowed upon him as the man responsible for sending criminals to jail and protecting the people。 Scared because he might fail to adequately represent his client； the people of this great state。
Jake had heard all this crap many times before。 He had it memorized。 Buckley the good guy； the state's lawyer； united with the people to seek justice； to save society。 He was a smooth； gifted orator who one moment could chat softly with a jury； much like a grandfather giving advice to his grandchildren。 The next moment he would launch into a tirade and deliver a sermon that any black preacher would envy。 A split second later； in a fluid burst of eloquence； he could convince a jury that the stability of our society； yes； even the future of the human race； depended upon a guilty verdict。 He was at his best in big trials； and this was his biggest。 He spoke without notes； and held the courtroom captivated as he portrayed himself as the underdog； the friend and partner of the jury； who； together with him； would find the truth； and punish this man for his monstrous deed。
After ten minutes； Jake had enough。 He stood with a frustrated look。 〃Your Honor； I object to this。 Mr。 Buckley is not selecting a jury。 I'm not sure what he's doing； but he's not interrogating the panel。〃
〃Sustained！〃 Noose yelled into the mike。 〃If you don't have any questions for the panel； Mr。 Buckley； then please sit down。〃
〃I apologize； Your Honor；〃 Buckley said awkwardly； pretending to be hurt。 Jake had drawn first blood。
Buckley picked up a legal pad and launched into a list of a thousand questions。 He asked if anyone on the panel had ever served on a jury before。 Several hands went up。 Civil or criminal？ Did you vote to acquit or convict？ How long ago？ Was the defendant black or white？ Victim； black or white？ Had anyone been the victim of a violent crime？ Two hands。 When？ Where？ Was the assailant caught？ Convicted？ Black or white？ Jake； Harry Rex； and Ellen took pages of notes。 Any member of your family been the victim
of a violent crime？ Several more hands。 When？ Where？ What happened to the criminal？ Any member of your family ever been charged with a crime？ Indicted？ Put on trial？ Convicted？ Any friends or family members employed in law enforcement？ Who？ Where？
For three nonstop hours Buckley probed and picked like a surgeon。 He was masterful。 The preparation was obvious。 He asked questions that Jake had not considered。 And he asked virtually every question Jake had written in his outline。 He delicately pried details of personal feelings and opinions。 And when the time was right； he would say something funny so everyone could laugh and relieve the tension。 He held the courtroom in his palm； and when Noose stopped him at five o'clock he was in full stride。 He would finish in the morning。
His Honor adjourned until nine the next morning。 Jake talked to his client for a few moments while the crowd moved toward the rear。 Ozzie stood nearby with the handcuffs。 When Jake finished； Carl Lee knelt before his family on the front row and hugged them all。 He would see them tomorrow； he said。 Ozzie led him into the holding room and down the stairs； where a swarm of deputies waited to take him to jail。
For Day TWo the sun rose quickly in the east and in seconds burned the dew off the thick green Bermuda around the Ford County Courthouse。 A sticky； invisible fog smoldered from the grass and clung to the heavy boots and bulky pants of the soldiers。 The sun baked them as they nonchalantly paced the sidewalks of downtown Clanton。 They loitered under shade trees and the canopies of small shops。 By the time breakfast was served under the pavilions； the soldiers had stripped to their pale green undershirts and were drenched in sweat。
The black preachers and their followers went directly to their spot and set up camp。 They unfolded lawn chairs under oak trees' and placed coolers of ice water on card tables。 Blue and white FREE CARL LEE placards were tacked on tomato stakes and stuck in the ground like neat fencerows。 Agee had printed some new posters with an enlarged black and white photo of Carl Lee in the center and a red； white； and blue border。 They were slick and professional。
The Klansmen went obediently to their section of the front lawn。 They brought their own placards…white backgrounds with bold red letters screaming FRY CARL LEE； FRY CARL LEE。 They waved them at the blacks across the lawn； and the two groups started shouting。 The soldiers formed neat lines along the sidewalk； and stood armed but casual as obscenities and chants flew over their heads。 It was 8：00 A。M。 of Day Two。
The reporters were giddy with all the newsworthiness。 They rushed to the front lawn when the yelling started。 Oz…zie and the colonel walked around and around the courthouse； pointing here and there and yelling into their radios。
At nine； Ichabod said good morning to the standing…room…only crowd。 Buckley stood slowly and with great animation informed His Honor that he had no further questions for the panel。
Lawyer Brigance rose from his seat with rubber knees
and turbulence in his stomach。 He walked to the railing and gazed into the anxious eyes of ninety…four prospective jurors。
The crowd listened intently to this young； cocky mouthpiece who had once boasted of never having lost a murder case。 He