prior to hanging it up。
〃Is something wrong？〃 I asked。
〃No；〃 he said； 〃but I found out where Mr。 Jingles was staying。 When he first came； I mean； before Delacroix took him over。 Do you want to see？〃
Of course I did。 I followed him down the Green Mile to the restraint room。 All the stuff we kept stored there was out in the hall； Brutal had apparently taken advantage of the lull in customer traffic to do some cleaning up。 The door was open； and I saw our mop…bucket inside。 The floor； that same sick lime shade as the Green Mile itself； was drying in streaks。 Standing in the middle of the floor was a stepladder； the one that was usually kept in the storage room； which also happened to serve as