The next day was Sunday and Tom Robinson had just been moved to the Maycomb jail. The Sunday was quiet. Atticus went to his office, Aunt Alexandra went for a two hour nap, and Jem went to his room with a stack of football magazines. So Dill and I went outside to kick around the football.
After supper , Atticus did something that interested us. He came into the living room carrying a long cord. There was a light bulb at the end.
I’m going out for a while,” he said. “You folks’ll be in bed when I come back, so I’ll say good night now.”
He put on his hat and went out the back door. We noticed that he took the car. One of our father’s weird habits was that he liked to walk so taking the car was weird.
Later on I said good night to Aunty and while I was in my room I heard Jem moving around in his room. I went in and asked him what he was doing.
I’m goin’ downtown for a while.” He was changing his pants.
“Why it’s almost ten o’clock, Jem. I’m goin’ with you. If you say no you’re not, I’m goin’ anyway, hear?”
I dressed quickly and Jem gave in with little grace. I said that Dill would probably want to come so we stopped at Dill’s window at Miss Rachel’s. “What’s up?” Dill said.
“I’ve just got this feeling,” Jem said, “just this feeling.”
We looked at Atticus’s office but it was dark inside. We decided to go up the street thinking he was visiting with Mr. Underwood, editor and writer of The Maycomb Tribune . On the way to the newspaper office we would have to go past the jail. There sitting in front of the jail was Atticus with the light and extension cord. I was going to run to him but Jem stopped me. He said that Atticus would not like us being here. We were turning to leave and saw four cars moving slowly in line stop in front of the jail. Atticus seemed to have been expecting them.
