All the King's Men - Robert Penn Warren [249]
I had found out that Tiny Duffy, who was now Governor of the state, had killed Willie Stark as surely as though his own hand had held the revolver. I had also found out that Sadie Burke had put the weapon into Duffy’s hand and had aimed it for him, that she, too, had killed Willie Stark. And Adam Stanton. But what she had done had been done hot. What Duffy had done had been done cold. And, in the end, Sadie Burke’s act had somehow been wiped out. I did not exist for me any more.
And that left Duffy. Duffy had done it. And strangely, there was a great joy and relief in that knowledge. Duffy had done it, and that made everything clear and bright as in frosty sunshine. There, over yonder, was Tiny Duffy with his diamond ring, and over here was Jack Burden. I felt free and clean, as when you suddenly see that, after being paralyzed by ignorance or indecision, you can act. I felt on the verge of the act.
But I did not know what the act was to be
When I went back out to see Sadie–she had asked me to come back–she told me, without me saying a word on the subject, that she would make a statement if I wanted her to. I told her that that was wonderful, and I felt that it was wonderful for I still felt clean and free, on the verge of an act, and she was putting the thing into my hand. I thanked her.
“Don’t thank me,” she said, “I’m doing myself a favor. Duffy–Duffy–” she rose to a sitting position on the chaise longue and her eyes had the old flash–“you know what he did?”
Before I could answer she plunged on, “Afterwards–after it had happened–I didn’t feel a thing. Not a thing. I knew that night what had happened, and I didn’t feel a thing. And next morning Duffy came to me–he was grinning and puffing–and he said, ‘Girlie, I’ll sure hand it to you, I’ll sure hand it to you.’ I still didn’t feel a thing, not even when I looked in his face. But then he put his hand around my shoulder and sort of patted and rubbed my back between the shoulder blades, and said, ‘Girlie, you sure stopped his clock and I ain’t forgetting you, and girlie, you and me, we might sure get along.’ Then it happened. It happened right then. It was like it had all happened that second, right in front of me instead of up at the Capitol. And I clawed at him and jumped away. I ran out of the place. And three day later, after he died, I came here. It was the only place I could come.”
“Well, thanks anyway,” I said. “I reckon we can stop Duffy’s clock.”
“It won’t stick in law,” she said.
“I didn’t reckon it would. What ever you said to him or he said to you doesn’t prove a thing. But there are other ways.”
She thought awhile. Then, “Any other way, law or not, and I reckon you know it drags that–” she hesitated, and did not say what she was about to say, then revised it–“drags Anne Stanton into it.”
“She’ll do it,” I affirmed. “I know she would.”
Sadie shrugged. “You know what you want,” she said, “you all.”
“I want to get Duffy.”
“That suit me,” she said, and again shrugged. Suddenly she seemed to have gone tired again. “That suits me,” she repeated, “but the world is full of Duffys. It looks like I been knowing them all my life.”
“I’m just thinking about one,” I declared.
I was still thinking about that one about a week later (by this time it seemed that the only way was to break the thing through an antiadministration paper), when I got the note from that particular Duffy himself. Would I mind coming to see him, it said. At my convenience.
My convenience was immediately, and I found him imperially and porcinely filling his clothes and the great leather couch in the library at the Mansion where the Boss used to sit. The leather of his shoes creaked as he stepped forward to greet me, but his body swayed with the bloated lightness of a drowned body stirred loose at last from the bottom mud of the river to rise majestically and swayingly to the surface. We shook hands and he smiled. And waved me to a seat as the couch groaned to receive him.
A black boy in a white coat brought the drinks. I took the drink but declined a cigar, and waited.
He said how sad it was about the Boss. I nodded