Американская трагедия

Chapter 30

           Oh,heknewallaboutthosebynowthoughtheyshouldnevercometobeputuponhim,maybe.

           "Good-by,Cutrone!"Itwasahoarse,shakyvoicefromsomenear-bycell—Clydecouldnottellwhich."Gotoabetterworldthanthis."Andthenothervoices:"Goodby,Cutrone.Godkeepyou—eventhoughyoucan’ttalkEnglish."

           Theprocessionhadpassed.Thatdoorwasshut.Hewasintherenow.Theywerestrappinghimin,nodoubt.Askinghimwhatmorehehadtosay—hewhowasnolongerquiterightinhismind.Nowthestrapsmustbefastenedon,surely.Thecappulleddown.Inamoment,amoment,surely—

           Andthen,althoughClydedidnotknowornoticeatthemoment—asuddendimmingofthelightsinthisroom—aswellasovertheprison—anidioticorthoughtlessresultofhavingoneelectricsystemtosupplythedeathvoltageandtheincandescenceofthisandallotherrooms.Andinstantlyavoicecalling:

           "Thereshegoes.That’sone.Well,it’salloverwithhim."

           Andasecondvoice:"Yes,he’stoppedoff,poordevil."

           Andthenafterthelapseofaminuteperhaps,aseconddimminglastingforthirtyseconds—andfinallyathirddimming.

           "There—sure—that’stheendnow."

           "Yes.Heknowswhat’sontheothersidenow."

           Thereaftersilence—adeadlyhushwithlatersomemurmuredprayershereandthere.ButwithClydecoldandwithakindofshakingague.

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