Jay said suddenly, “For God’s sake,” and pointed with his eyes.
Sadie Perminger had just come in. She stood in the doorway, hesitating for a moment, and then she walked quickly to the front pew and sat down.
Jay had only a brief flash of her face, which was cold and bitter. She was dressed in black with a little black−and−white hat.
“How the hell did she get here?” Jay whispered.
“Raven asked her. You know the condemned can ask one person to see him go. Well, he asked her.”
Jay stared at him.
“Maybe he thought it would amuse her,” Hogarty said dryly.
Jay half looked over his shoulder. “They’re coming,” he said.
Down the corridor they could hear the steady tramp of feet. The door swung open and two guards came in.
Raven walked after them. The minister and the Warden came last.
Raven looked round the small room and walked to the chair. His face was the colour of a fish’s belly, but otherwise he seemed quite calm.
“That the guy?” he said, looking at Davies.
Davies came over to him and offered his hand. Raven looked at it, then shook hands.
“I’ll get it over quick, son,” Davies said in a low voice.
“Don’t rush yourself,” Raven said with a little sneer. “It’s all the time I’ve got.”
Two guards led him to the chair and he sat down.
The Warden came close to him and whispered. Raven said in a hard voice, “Sure, I’ll say somethin’.”
He looked slowly at each face in front of him, until his eyes met Sadie’s. She looked at him with cold, implacable hatred, and he grinned.
“Well, boys,” he said, still keeping his eyes on Sadie, “this is my last little speech. I’ve had a nice run for my money an’ I ain’t scared of goin’. You all know what my racket was. If you guys didn’t want women, my racket wouldn’t have lasted long. Don’t forget that. All you smug−lookin’ heels who’ve come to see me burn are as much to blame as I am. You get tired of your wives an’ you want to have a fresh girl. So you come to me. That’s all it is. The supply can’t meet the demand. As long as you guys have the itch for a fresh girl, so will this racket go on. Nothin’ can stop it. Cops certainly can’t stop it. You can, but no one else. When you’ve all made up your minds to spend the rest of your nights with your wives, then girls won’t have to trade their bodies. But you’ll never do that. When I’m gone, someone else will take my place. There’s always a demand and someone’s gotta supply that demand.”
He looked round the room again and then his eyes met Davies. “Come on, pal,” he said, “get me outta here quick. These punks make me sick.”
The guards, while he had been speaking, had already strapped him to the chair. Davies fixed the electrode to his leg and then swiftly the baseball helmet was fitted on his head.
Raven drew a long deep breath. “It’s a pity I’ve got to leave my trains,” he said. “Let her rip.”
Davies had already stepped to the switch. He glanced at the Warden, who nodded. The switch went over and the lights dimmed. There came a sharp crackling sound and a whining cry of the current. Raven pitched forward, straining against the straps. A few sparks shot off the electrode on his leg, and a wisp of grey smoke appeared, coming from the top of the helmet.
Davies pulled the switch back so that Raven slumped limply in the chair, then, after a pause, the switch was thrown forward again. Raven once more plunged against the straps, only to sink back as the current was cut off.
Jay found he was trembling. He glanced over at Hogarty, who continued to chew, unmoved.
The doctor stepped forward and gingerly opened Raven’s shirt. Jay could see the flesh bright red and sweating. With a towel the doctor wiped the sweat away, then with his stethoscope he listened for heart−beats.
He stood up. “I pronounce this man dead,” he said.
The guards made signs for the witnesses to leave. As they were filing out Sadie suddenly turned back. Her face was still contorted with hatred, and now she looked a little mad. Before anyone could stop her she darted forward and spat in Raven’s face.
THE END