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"
He
a
gris-gris
man
!
"
Delacroix
said
vehemently
.
There
was
a
nestle
of
sweat-beads
on
his
upper
lip
.
He
had
n't
seen
much
,
just
enough
to
scare
him
half
to
death
.
"
He
a
hoodoo
man
!
"
"
What
makes
you
say
that
?
"
Delacroix
reached
up
and
took
the
mouse
in
one
hand
.
He
cupped
it
in
his
palm
and
lifted
it
to
his
face
.
From
his
pocket
,
Delacroix
took
out
a
pink
fragment
--
one
of
those
peppermint
candies
.
He
held
it
out
,
but
at
first
the
mouse
ignored
it
,
stretching
out
its
neck
toward
the
man
instead
,
sniffing
at
his
breath
the
way
a
person
might
sniff
at
a
bouquet
of
flowers
.
Its
little
oildrop
eyes
slitted
most
of
the
way
closed
in
an
expression
that
looked
like
ecstasy
.
Delacroix
kissed
its
nose
,
and
the
mouse
allowed
its
nose
to
be
kissed
.
Then
it
took
the
offered
piece
of
candy
and
began
to
munch
it
.
Delacroix
looked
at
it
a
moment
longer
,
then
looked
at
me
.
All
at
once
I
got
it
.
"
The
mouse
told
you
,
"
I
said
.
"
Am
I
right
?
"
"
Oui
.
"
"
Like
he
whispered
his
name
to
you
.
"
"
Oui
,
in
my
ear
he
whisper
it
.
"
"
Lie
down
,
Del
,
"
I
said
.
"
Have
you
a
little
rest
.
All
that
whispering
back
and
forth
must
wear
you
out
.
"
He
said
something
else
--
accused
me
of
not
believing
him
,
I
suppose
.
His
voice
seemed
to
be
coming
from
a
long
way
off
again
.
And
when
I
went
back
up
to
the
duty
desk
,
I
hardly
seemed
to
be
walking
at
all
--
it
was
more
like
I
was
floating
,
or
maybe
not
even
moving
,
the
cells
just
rolling
past
me
on
either
side
,
movie
props
on
hidden
wheels
.
