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a selection from the story's opening:
The condemned man in the cell next to us laughed incessantly. He had been sentenced that morning, and they told us he had started laughing as soon as the words, "May the Lord have mercy on your soul," were pronounced. He was to be taken to the penitentiary next day to await execution.?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /
Chicago Red had manifested a lively interest in the case. The man had killed a railroad brakeman, so one of the guards told us; had killed him coldly, and without provocation. The trial had commenced since our arrival at the county jail and had lasted three days, during which time Red talked of little else.
From the barred windows of the jail corridor, when we were exercising, we could see the dingy old criminal court across the yard and Red watched the grim procession to and from the jail each day. He speculated on the progress of the trial; he knew when the case went to the jury, and when he saw the twelve men, headed by the two old bailiffs returning after lunch the third day, he announced:
"They've got the verdict, and it's first degree murder. They ain't talking and not a one has even grinned."
Then when the unfortunate was brought back, laughing that dismal laugh, Red said:
"He's nutty. He was nutty to go. It ain't exactly right to swing that guy."
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First published January 1, 1938