to stay in your seat unless you have something truly worthy to say. At that point, you may stand and politely and quietly tell me what's on your mind."
"Thank you, Your Honor," Jake said as he smiled at Buckley. "Now, Mr. Vonner, as I was saying, how much do you know about the rape?"
"Just what I've heard."
"And what's that?"
Buckley stood and bowed like a Japanese sumo wrestler. "If Your Honor please," he said softly and sweetly, "I would like to object at this point, if it pleases the court. The witness may testify to only what he knows from first-hand knowledge, not from what he's heard from other people."
Noose answered just as sweetly. "Thank you, Mr. Buck-
ley. Your objection is noted, and you are overruled. Please continue, Mr. Brigance."
"Thank you, Your Honor."
"What have you heard about the rape?"
"Cobb and Willard grabbed the little Hailey girl and took her out in the woods somewhere. They were drunk, they tied her to a tree, raped her repeatedly and tried to hang her. They even urinated on her."
"They what!" asked Noose.
"They pissed on her, Judge."
The courtroom buzzed at this revelation. Jake had never heard it, Buckley hadn't heard it, and evidently no one knew it but Harry Rex. Noose shook his head and lightly rapped his gavel.
Jake scribbled something on his legal pad and marveled at his friend's esoteric knowledge. "Where did you learn about the rape?"
"All over town. It's common knowledge. The cops were giving the details the next morning at the Coffee Shop. Everybody knows it."
"Is it common knowledge throughout the county?"
"Yes. I haven't talked to anybody in a month who did not know the details of the rape."
"Tell us what you know about the shootings."
"Well, like I said, it was a Monday, afternoon. The boys were here in this courtroom for a bail hearing, I believe, and when they left the courtroom they were handcuffed and led by the deputies down the back stairs. When they got down the stairs, Mr. Hailey jumped out of a closet with an M-16. They were killed and DeWayne Looney was shot. Part of his leg was amputated."
"Exactly where did this take place?"
"Right below us here, at the rear entrance of the courthouse. Mr. Hailey was hiding in a janitor's closet and just stepped out and opened fire."
"Do you believe this to be true?"
"I know it's true."
"Where did you learn all this?"
"Here and there. Around town. In the newspapers. Everybody knows about it."
"Where have you heard it discussed?"
"Everywhere. In bars, in churches, at the bank, at the cleaners, at the Tea Shoppe, at the cafes around town, at the liquor store. Everywhere."
"Have you talked to anyone who believes Mr. Hailey did not kill Billy Ray Cobb and Pete Willard?"
"No. You won't find a single person in this county who believes he didn't do it."
"Have most folks around here made up their minds about his guilt or innocence?"
"Every single one of them. There are no fence strad-dlers on this one. It's a hot topic, and everyone has an opinion."
"In your opinion, could Mr. Hailey receive a fair trial in Ford County?"
"No, sir. You couldn't find three people in this county of thirty thousand who have not already made up their minds, one way or the other. Mr. Hailey has been judged already. There's just no way to find an impartial jury."
"Thank you, Mr. Vonner. No further questions, Your Honor." Buckley patted his pompadour and ran his fingers over his ears to make sure every hair was in place. He walked purposefully to the podium.
"Mr. Vonner," he, bellowed magnificently, "have you already prejudged Carl Lee Hailey?"
"Damn right I have."
"Your language, please," said Noose.
"And what would your judgment be?"
"Mr. Buckley, let me explain it this way. And I'll do so very carefully and slowly so that even you will understand it. If I was the sheriff, I would not have arrested him. If I was on the grand jury, I would not have indicted him. If I was the judge, I would not try him. If I was the D.A., I would not prosecute him. If I was on the trial jury, I would vote to give him a key to the city, a plaque to hang on his wall, and I would send him home to his family. And, Mr. Buckley, if my daughter is ever raped, I hope I have the guts to do what he did."
"I see. You think people should carry guns and settle their disputes in shootouts?"