broken lock while he dug a keyring from his pocket and selected a key, and for a time longer he stood with the selected key in his hand, looking at the broken lock. Then he put the keys back in his pocket and carefully tilted the contents of the box out upon the bed. Still carefully he sorted the papers, taking them up one at a time and shaking them. Then he upended the box and shook it too and slowly replaced the papers and stood again, looking at the broken lock, with the box in his hands and his head bent. Outside the window he heard some jaybirds swirl shrieking past and away, their cries whipping away along the wind, and an automobile passed somewhere and died away also. His mother spoke his name again beyond the door, but he didn't move. He heard Dilsey lead her away up the hall, and then a door closed. Then he replaced the box in the closet and flung the garments back into it and went down stairs to the telephone. While he stood there with the receiver to his ear waiting Dilsey came down the stairs. She looked at him, without stopping, and went on.
The wire opened. 'This is Jason Compson,' he said, his voice so harsh and thick that he had to repeat himself. 'Jason Compson,' he said, controlling his voice. 'Have a car ready, with a deputy, if you cant go, in ten minutes. I'll be there-- What?-- Robbery. My house. I know who it Robbery, I say. Have a car read-- What?? Aren't you a paid law enforcement-- Yes, I'll be there in five minutes. Have that car ready to leave at once. If you dont, I'll report it to the governor.'
He clapped the receiver back and crossed the diningroom, where the scarce broken meal lay cold now on the table, and entered the kitchen. Dilsey was filling the hot water bottle. Ben sat, tranquil and empty. Beside him Luster looked like a fice dog, brightly watchful. He was eating something. Jason went on across the kitchen.
'Aint you going to eat no breakfast?' Dilsey said. He paid her no attention. 'Go on en eat yo breakfast, Jason.' He went on. The outer door banged behind him. Luster rose and went to the window and looked out.
'Whoo,' he said. 'Whut happenin up dar? He been beatin Miss Quentin?'
'You hush yo mouf,' Dilsey said. 'You git Benjy started now en I beat yo head off. You keep him quiet es you kin swell I git back, now.' She screwed the cap on the bottle and went out. They heard her go up the stairs, then they heard Jason pass the house in his car. Then there was no sound in the kitchen save the simmering murmur of the kettle and the clock.
'You know whut I bet?' Luster said. 'I bet he beat her. I bet he knock her in de head en now he gone fer de doctor. Dat's whut I bet.' The clock tick-tocked, solemn and profound. It might have been the dry pulse of the decaying house itself, after a while it whirred and cleared its throat and struck six times. Ben looked up at it, then he looked at the bulletlike silhouette of Luster's head in the window and he begun to bob his head again, drooling. He whimpered.
'Hush up, looney,' Luster said without turning. 'Look like we aint 'gwine git to go to no church today.' But Ben sat in the chair, his big soft hands dangling between his knees, moaning faintly. Suddenly he wept, a slow bellowing sound, meaningless and sustained. 'Hush,' Luster said. He turned and lifted his hand. 'You want me to whup you?' But Ben looked at him, bellowing slowly with each expiration. Luster came and shook him. 'You hush dis minute!' he shouted. 'Here,' he said. He hauled Ben out of the chair and dragged the chair around facing the stove and opened the door to the firebox and shoved Ben into the chair. They looked like a tug nudging at a clumsy tanker in a narrow dock. Ben sat down again facing the rosy door. He hushed. Then they heard the clock again, and Dilsey slow on the stairs. When she entered he began to whimper again. Then he lifted his voice.
'Whut you done to him?' Dilsey said. 'Why cant you let him lone dis mawnin, of all times?'
'I aint doin nothin to him,' Luster said. 'Mr Jason skeered him, dat's whut hit is. He aint kilt Miss Quentin, is he?'
'Hush, Benjy,' Dilsey said. He hushed. She went to the window and looked out. 'Is it quit rainin?' she said.
'Yessum,' Luster said. 'Quit long time ago.'
'Den y'all go out do's a while,' she said. 'I jes got Miss Cahline quiet now.'
'Is we gwine to church?' Luster said.
'I let you know bout dat when de time come. You keep him away fum de house swell I calls you.'
'Kin we go to de pastuh?' Luster said.
'All right. Only you keep him away fum de house. I done stood all I kin.'
'Yessum,' Luster said. 'Whar Mr Jason gone, mammy?'
'Dat's some mo of yo business, aint it?' Dilsey said. She began to clear the table. 'Hush, Benjy. Luster gwine take you out to play.'
'Whut he done to Miss Quentin, mammy?' Luster said.
'Aint done nothin to her. You all git on outen here.'
'I bet she aint here,' Luster said.
Dilsey looked at him. 'How you know she aint here?'
'Me and Benjy seed her clamb out de window last night. Didn't us, Benjy?'
'You did?' Dilsey said, looking at him.
'We sees her doin hit ev'y night,' Luster said. 'Clamb right down dat pear tree.'
'Dont you lie to me, nigger boy,' Dilsey said.
'I aint lyin. Ask Benjy ef I is.'
'Whyn't you say somethin about it, den?'
''Twarn't none o my business,' Luster said. 'I aint gwine git mixed up in white folks' business. Come on here, Benjy, les go out do's.'
They went out. Dilsey stood for a while at the table, then she went and cleared the breakfast things from the diningroom and ate her breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen. Then she removed her apron and hung it up and went to the foot of the stairs and listened for a moment. There was no sound. She donned the overcoat and the hat and went across to her cabin.
The rain had stopped. The air now drove out of the southeast, broken overhead into blue patches. Upon the crest of a hill beyond the trees and roofs and spires of town sunlight lay like a pale scrap of cloth, was blotted away. Upon the air a bell came, then as if at a signal, other bells took up the sound and repeated it.
The cabin door opened and Dilsey emerged, again in the maroon cape and the purple gown, and wearing soiled white elbow-length gloves and minus her headcloth now. She came into the yard and called Luster. She waited a while, then she went to the house and around it to the cellar door, moving close to the wall, and looked into the door. Ben sat on the steps. Before him Luster squatted on the damp floor. He held a saw in his left hand, the blade sprung a little by pressure of his hand, and he was in the act of striking the blade with the worn wooden mallet with which she had been making beaten biscuit for more than thirty years. The saw gave forth a single sluggish twang that ceased with lifeless alacrity, leaving the blade in a thin clean curve between Luster's hand and the floor. Still, inscrutable, it bellied.
'Dat's de way he done hit,' Luster said. 'I jes aint foun de right thing to hit it wid.'
'Dat's whut you doin, is it?' Dilsey said. 'Bring me dat mallet,' she said.
'I aint hurt hit,' Luster said.
'Bring hit here,' Dilsey said. 'Put dat saw whar you got hit first.'
He put the saw away and brought the mallet to her. Then Ben wailed again, hopeless and prolonged. It was nothing. Just sound. It might have been all time and injustice and sorrow become vocal for an instant by a conjunction of planets.
'Listen at him,' Luster said. 'He been gwine on dat way ev'y since you vent us outen de house. I dont know whut got in to him dis mawnin.'
'Bring him here,' Dilsey said.
'Come on, Benjy,' Luster said. He went back down the steps and took Ben's arm. He came obediently, wailing, that slow hoarse sound that ships make, that seems to begin before the sound itself has started, seems to cease before the sound itself has stopped.
'Run and git his cap,' Dilsey said. 'Dont make no noise Miss Cahline kin hear. Hurry, now. We already late.'
'She gwine hear him anyhow, ef you dont stop him,' Luster said.
'He stop when we git off de place,' Dilsey said. 'He smellin hit. Dat's whut hit is.'
'Smell whut, mammy?' Luster said.
'You go git dat cap,' Dilsey said. Luster went on. They stood in the cellar door, Ben one step below her. The sky was broken now into scudding patches that dragged their swift shadows up out of the shabby garden, over the
