I’m very sensitive; I usually know what people are feeling.
«Like you.» He means Dewey, but does not look at him. «You hate handing me a butt. That’s your
business. I don’t blame you.. Any more than I blamed Dick’s mother. The fact is, she’s a very
sweet person. But she knew what I was — a friend from The Walls and she didn’t want me in her
house. Christ, I was glad to get out, go to a hotel. Dick took me to a hotel in Olathe. We bought
some beer and carried it up to the room, and that’s when Dick outlined what he had in mind. He
said after I’d left Lansing he celled with someone who’d once worked for a wealthy wheat grower
out in western Kansas. Mr. Clutter. Dick drew me a diagram of the Clutter house. He knew where
everything was — doors, halls, bedrooms. He said one of the ground-floor rooms was used as an
office, and in the office there was a safe — a wall safe. He said Mr. Clutter needed it because he
always kept on hand large sums of cash. Never less than ten thousand dollars. The plan was to
rob the safe, and if we were seen — well, whoever saw us would have to go. Dick must have said it
a million times: ‘No witnesses.'»
Dewey says, «How many of these witnesses did he think there
might be? I mean, how many people did he expect to find in the Clutter house?»
«That’s what I wanted to know. But he wasn’t sure. At least four. Probably six. And it was possible
the family might have guests. He thought we ought to be ready to handle up to a dozen.»
Dewey groans, Duntz whistles, and Smith, smiling wanly, adds, «Me, too. Seemed to me that was
a little off. Twelve people. But Dick said it was a cinch. He said, ‘We’re gonna go in there and
splatter those walls with hair.’ The mood I was in, I let myself be carried along. But also — I’ll be
honest — I had faith in Dick; he struck me as being very practical, the masculine type, and I wanted the money as much as he did. I wanted to get it and go to Mexico. But I hoped we could
do it without violence. Seemed to me we could if we wore masks. We argued about it. On the way
out there, out to Holcomb, I wanted to stop and buy some black silk stockings to wear over our
heads. But Dick felt that even with a stocking he could still be identified. Because of his bad eye.
All the same, when we got to Emporia — «
Duntz says, «Hold on, Perry. You’re jumping ahead. Go back to Olathe. What time did you leave
there?» «One. One-thirty. We left just after lunch and drove to Emporia. Where we bought some rubber
gloves and a roll of cord. The knife and shotgun, the shells — Dick had brought all that from home.
But he didn’t want to look for black stockings. It got to be quite an argument. Somewhere on the
outskirts of Emporia, we passed a Catholic hospital, and I persuaded him to stop and go inside
and try and buy some black stockings from the nuns. I knew nuns wear them. But he only made
believe. Came out and said they wouldn’t sell him any. I was sure he hadn’t even asked, and he
confessed it; he said it was a puky idea — the nuns would’ve thought he was crazy. So we didn’t
stop again till Great Bend. That’s where we bought the tape. Had dinner there, a big dinner. It put
me to sleep. When I woke up, we were just coming into Garden City. Seemed like a real deaddog town. We stopped for gas at a filling station — «
Dewey asks if he remembers which one.
«Believe it was a Phillips 66.»
«What time was this?»
«Around midnight. Dick said it was seven miles more to Holcomb. All the rest of the way, he kept
talking to himself, saying this ought to be here and that ought to be there — according to the
instructions he’d memorized. I hardly realized it when we went, through Holcomb, it was such a
little settlement. We crossed a railroad track. Suddenly Dick said, ‘This is it, this has to be it.’ It
was the entrance to a private road, lined with trees. We slowed down and turned off the lights.
Didn’t need them. Account of the moon. There wasn’t nothing else up there — not a cloud, nothing.
Just that full moon. It was like broad day, and when we started up the road, Dick said, ‘Look at
this spread! The barns! That house! Don’t tell me this guy ain’t loaded.’ But I didn’t like the setup,
the, atmosphere; it was sort of too impressive. We parked in the shadows of a tree. While we
were sitting there, a light came on — not In the main house but a house maybe a hundred yards to
the left. Dick said it was the hired man’s house; he knew because of the diagram. But he said it
was a damn sight nearer the Clutter house than it was supposed to be. Then the light went off.
Mr. Dewey — the witness you mentioned. Is that who you meant — the hired man?»
«No. He never heard a sound. But his wife was nursing a sick baby. He said they were up and
down the whole night.»
«A sick baby. Well, I wondered. While we were still sitting there, it happened again — a light
flashed on and off. And that really put bubbles in my blood. I told Dick to count me out. If he was
determined to go ahead with it, he’d have to do it alone. He started the car, we were leaving, and
I thought, Bless Jesus. I’ve always trusted my intuitions; they’ve saved my life more than once.
But halfway down the road Dick stopped. He was sore as hell. I could see he was thinking, Here
I’ve set up this big score, here we’ve come all this way, and now this punk wants to chicken out.
He said, ‘Maybe you think I ain’t got the guts to do it alone. But, by God, I’ll show you who’s got
guts.’ There was some liquor in the car. We each had a drink, and I told him, ‘O.K., Dick. I’m with
you.’ So we turned back. Parked where we had before. In the shadows of a tree. Dick put on
gloves; I’d already put on mine. He carried the knife and a flashlight. I had the gun. The house
looked tremendous in the moonlight. Looked empty. I remember hoping there was nobody home «
Dewey says, «But you saw a dog?»
«No.»
«The family had an old gun-shy dog. We couldn’t understand why he didn’t bark. Unless he’d
seen a gun and bolted.»
«Well, I didn’t see anything or nobody. That’s why I never believed it. About an eyewitness.»
«Not eyewitness. Witness. Someone whose testimony associates you and Hickock with this
case.»
«Oh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Him. And Dick always said he’d be too scared. Ha!»
Duntz, not to be diverted, reminds him, «Hickock had the knife. You had the gun. How did you get into the house?»
«The door was unlocked. A side door. It took us into Mr. Clutter’s office. Then we waited in the
dark. Listening. But the only sound was the wind. There was quite a little wind outside. It made
the trees move, and you could hear the leaves. The one window was curtained with Venetian
blinds, but moonlight was coming through. I closed the blinds, and Dick turned on his flashlight.
We saw the desk. The safe was supposed to be in the wall directly behind the desk, but we
couldn’t find it. It was a paneled wall, and there were books and framed maps, and I noticed, on a
shelf, a terrific pair of binoculars. I decided I was going to take them with me when we left there.»
«Did you?» asks Dewey, for the binoculars had not been missed.
Smith nods. «We sold them in Mexico.»
«Sorry. Go on.»
«Well, when we couldn’t find the safe, Dick doused the flashlight and we moved in darkness out of
the office and across a parlor, a living room. Dick whispered to me couldn’t I walk quieter. But he
was just as bad. Every step we took made a racket. We came to a hall and a door, and Dick,
remembering the diagram, said it was a bedroom. He shined the flashlight and opened the door.
A man said, ‘Honey?’ He’d been asleep, and he blinked and said, ‘Is that you, honey?’ Dick asked
him, ‘Are you Mr. Clutter?’ He was wide awake now; he sat up and said, ‘Who is it? What do you
want?’ Dick told him, very polite, like we were a couple of door-to-door salesmen, ‘We want to talk
to you, sir. In your office, please.’ And Mr. Clutter, barefoot, just wearing pajamas, he went with us
to the office and we turned on the office lights.
«Up till then he hadn’t been able to see us very good. I think what he saw hit him hard. Dick says,
‘Now, sir, all we want you to do is show us where you keep that safe.’ But Mr. Clutter says, ‘What
safe?’ He says he don’t have any safe. I knew right then it was true. He had that kind of face. You
just knew whatever he told you was pretty much the truth. But Dick shouted at him, ‘Don’t lie to
me, you sonofabitch! I know goddam well you got a safe!’ My feeling was nobody had ever
spoken to Mr. Clutter like that. But he looked Dick straight in the eye and told him, being very mild
about it — said, well, he was sorry but he just didn’t have any safe. Dick tapped him on the chest
with the knife, says, ‘Show us where