Miss Callaghan Comes To Grief

She stood close to him, her body shivering with shock and cold, and they both watched the lights come nearer. Faintly the wail of a siren split the air.

Raven showed his teeth. It was a Federal car, then. He waited, holding his breath as the lights grew larger.

Then with a snarl and a roar the car swept past the turning he had taken and roared on into the night.

Raven relaxed limply. He wiped the cold sweat off his face. “Come on, you,” he said to Marie, “we've got a little walk on.”

Then, as she moved slowly towards the car, he suddenly realized that he couldn't take her any further. Now was the time to finish her, not later.

In the misty moonlight he could see her tall white body with its graceful lines, and again he wanted her.

Throwing caution aside, he took two quick steps towards her and pulled her round. She gave a gasp of terror when she realized what he was going to do. She began to struggle and he was startled at her strength. They swayed together on the uneven ground and then she began to scream.

Raven broke away and swung his fist. It landed on her cheek−bone, high up. She staggered and, still screaming, fell to the ground. Raven knelt at her side, pinning her flat. “Shut up!” he said, gripping her arms viciously. “Make another sound an' I'll finish you.”

She stopped screaming, but she still fought, twisting and pulling, trying to get free.

He said, “Lie still. Do you heardamn you? Lie still.”

She went limp suddenly, throwing her arms wide. One of her hands touched a heavy stone and her fingers closed round it. She tried to get the stone out of the ground.

Something was happening to her. She said: “Nonono” But one of his hands gripped her throat, and then, with a tremendous effort, she swung the stone wildly and hit him violently on the side of his head.

21

January 3rd, 11.45 p.m.

SNOW FELL heavily, but there was quite a crowd outside the State Prison gates.

Hogarty and Jay pushed their way through and showed their passes to the guard. They were glad to get inside for warmth.

Jay said, “It gets me why the hell those guys come to stand outside.”

Hogarty took off his coat. “They're hopin' to catch a glimpse of the executioner. They don't know, but they haven't got a chance. He comes in a side entrance.”

Jay looked round the bare room nervously. “I'll be mighty glad when this is over,” he said. “I never liked executions.”

Hogarty shrugged. “It'll be a pleasure to see a rat like that burn,” he said. “I wouldn't miss it for anything.”

“It's a long time ago, isn't it?” Jay said. “At least, it seems like it to me.”

Hogarty nodded. “Come on and meet Davies. I know him quite well.”

Jay hesitated. “Davies? You mean the executioner?”

“Yeah. Quite a guy. Come on an' meet him.”

Jay followed him out of the room. One of the guards nodded to Hogarty. “What do you want, pal?” he said.

“Goin' along to see Davies,” Hogarty said.

The guard told him where to go.

The execution−shed was across the courtyard, but they went round to it by a long passage and came in through a back door.

As they entered the little room Jay felt a slight sinking feeling. The chair stood opposite several wooden pews. A tall, thin man was standing by the chair, watching an electrician working. He glanced up when Hogarty crossed the room. His worn face lit up a trifle when he saw Hogarty. He shook hands. “This is your case, ain't it?” he said.

Hogarty nodded. “I want you to meet Ellinger,” he said. “Ellinger, this is Davies.”

Jay shook hands.

“Ellinger was the guy who first got on to Raven. He's one of us now,” Hogarty explained.

“Some case,” Davies remarked, chewing his long moustache. “I got a kick out of readin' about it in the tabloids. You know, I'm glad I'm going to be the guy who sends him over. I've never felt more convinced that a man deserves this as this guy does. Some of those dames he handled had a mighty bad time of it.”

“Well, they avenged themselves all right. That Leroy dame caught him. We'd lost him all right when we heard shots, and when we got to them there she was half crazy, stark naked, running round in circles and he lying there knocked silly. Believe me, if she hadn't popped with the gun, we'd have gone past.”

Davies grunted. He turned back to the chair. “I've just got to test this, if you boys'll excuse me.”

The electrician handed him a board on which were a number of electric light bulbs. He put the board across the arms of the chair and then went over to the switch.

“Know anythin' about this, mister?” he asked.

Jay shook his head.

“Take the switch. It opens in oil. See? That prevents it sparking. We use 2,000 volts. Now watch.” He turned the switch away from him. The bulbs across the chair−arms flashed up. “That means the juice is goin'

through all right. It's the only way to test the current. Okay, Joe,” he said to the electrician. “You can disconnect.”