wing； a woman crying 〃Stop it； stop it； oh can't you see he's had enough？〃 at the top of her lungs。 Curtis Anderson grabbed my shoulder and asked what was happening； for Christ's sake； what was happening； and why didn't I order jack to shut down？
〃Because I can't；〃 I said。 〃We've gone too far to turn back； can't you see that？ It'll be over in a few more seconds； anyway。〃
But it was at least two minutes before it was over； the longest two minutes of my whole life； and through most of it I think Delacroix was conscious。 He screamed and jittered and rocked from side to side。 Smoke poured from his nostrils and from a mouth that had gone the purple…black of ripe plums。 Smoke drifted up from his tongue the way smoke rises from a hot griddle。 All the buttons on his shirt either burst or melted。 His undershirt did not quite catch fire； but it charred and smoke poured through it and we could smell his chest…hair roasting。 Behind us； people were heading for the door like cattle in a stampede。 They couldn't get out through it； of course … we were in a damn prison； after all … so they simply clustered around it while Delacroix fried （Now I'm fryin； Old Toot had said when we were rehearsing for Arlen Bitterbuck； I'm a done tom turkey） and the thunder rolled and the rain ran down out of the sky in a perfect fury。
At some point I thought of the doc and looked around for him。 He was still there； but crumpled on the floor beside his black bag。 He'd fainted。
Brutal came up and stood beside me； holding the fire extinguisher。
〃Not yet；〃 I said。
〃I know。〃
We looked around for Percy and saw him standing almost behind Sparky now； frozen； eyes huge； one knuckle crammed into his mouth。
Then； at last； Delacroix slumped back in the chair； his bulging； misshapen face lying over on one shoulder。 He was still jittering； but we'd seen this before； it was the current running through him。 The cap had e askew on his head； but when we took it off a little later； most of his scalp and his remaining fringe of hair came with it； bonded to the metal as if by some powerful adhesive。
〃Kill it！〃 I called to Jack when thirty seconds had gone by with nothing but electric jitters ing from the smoking； man…shaped lump of charcoal lolling in the electric chair。 The hum died immediately； and I nodded to Brutal。
He turned and slammed the fire extinguisher into Percy's arms so hard that Percy staggered backward and almost fell off the platform。 〃You do it；〃 Brutal said。 〃You're running the show； after all； ain't you？〃
Percy gave him a look that was both sick and murderous； then armed the extinguisher； pumped it； cocked it； and shot a huge cloud of white foam over the man in the chair。 I saw Del's foot twitch once as the spray hit his face and thought Oh no； we might have to go again； but there was only that single twitch。
Anderson had turned around and was bawling at the panicky witnesses； telling them everything was all right； everything was under control； just a powersurge from the electrical storm； nothing to worry about。 Next thing； he'd be telling them that what they smelled … a devil's mixture of burned hair； fried meat； and fresh…baked shit … was Chanel No。 5。
〃Get doc's stethoscope；〃 I told Dean as the extinguisher ran dry。 Delacroix was coated with white now； and the worst of the stench was being overlaid by a thin and bitter chemical smell。
〃Doc 。。。 should I 。。 。〃
〃Never mind doc； just get his stethoscope；〃 I said。 〃Let's get this over 。。。 get him out of here。〃
Dean nodded。 Over and out of here were two concepts that appealed to him just then。 They appealed to both of us。 He went over to doc's bag and began rummaging in it。 Doc was beginning to move again； so at least he hadn't had a stroke or a heart…storm。 That was good。 But the way Brutal was looking at Percy wasn't。
〃Get down in the tunnel and wait by the gurney；〃 I said。
Percy swallowed。 〃Paul； listen。 I didn't know………〃
〃Shut up。 Get down in the tunnel and wait by the gurney。 Now。〃
He swallowed； grimaced as if it hurt； and then walked toward the door which led to the stairs and the tunnel。 He carried the empty fire extinguisher in his arms； as if it were a baby Dean passed him； ing back to me with the stethoscope。 I snatched it and set the earpieces。 I'd done this before； in the army； and it's sort of like riding a bike … you don't forget。
I wiped at the foam on Delacroix's chest； then had to gag back vomit as a large； hot section of his skin simply slid away from the flesh beneath； the way the skin will slide off a 。。。 well； you know。 A done tom turkey。
〃Oh my God〃' a voice I didn't recognize almost sobbed behind me。 〃Is it always this way？ Why didn't somebody tell me？ I never would have e！〃
Too late now； friend； I thought。 〃Get that man out of here；〃 I said to Dean or Brutal or whoever might be listening … I said it when I was sure I could speak without puking into Delacroix's smoking lap。 〃Get them all back by the door。〃
I steeled myself as best I could； then put the disc of the stethoscope on the red…black patch of raw flesh I'd made on Del's chest。 I listened； praying I would hear nothing； and that's just what I did hear。
〃He's dead；〃 I told Brutal。
〃Thank Christ。〃
〃Yes。 Thank Christ。 You and Dean get the stretcher。 Let's unbuckle him and get him out of here； fast。〃
5。
We got his body down the twelve stairs and onto the gurney all right。 My nightmare was that his cooked flesh might slough right off his bones as we lugged him … it was Old Toot's done tom turkey that had gotten into my head … but of course that didn't happen。
Curtis Anderson was upstairs soothing the spectators …trying to； anyway … and that was good for Brutal； because Anderson wasn't there to see when Brutal took a step toward the head of the gurney and pulled his arm back to slug Percy； who was standing there looking stunned。 I caught his arm； and that was good for both of them。 It was good for Percy because Brutal meant to deliver a blow of near…decapitory force； and good for Brutal because he would have lost his job if the blow had connected； and maybe ended up in prison himself。
〃No；〃 I said。
〃What do you mean； no？〃 he asked me furiously。 〃How can you say no？ You saw what he did！ What are you telling me？ That you're still going to let his connections protect him？ After what he did？〃
Brutal stared at me； mouth agape； eyes so angry they were watering。
〃Listen to me； Brutus … you take a poke at him； and most likely we all go。 You； me； Dean； Harry； maybe even Jack Van Hay。 Everyone else moves a rung or two up the ladder； starting with Bill Dodge； and the Prison mission hires three or four Breadline Barneys to fill the spots at the bottom。 Maybe you can live with that； but…〃 I cocked my thumb at Dean； who was staring down the dripping； brick…lined tunnel。 He was holding his specs in one hand； and looked almost as dazed as Percy。 〃But what about Dean？ He's got two kids； one in high school and one just about to go。〃
〃So what's it e down to？〃 Brutal asked。 〃We let him get away with it？〃
〃I didn't know the sponge was supposed to be wet；〃 Percy said in a faint； mechanical voice。 This was the story he had rehearsed beforehand； of course； when he was expecting a painful prank instead of the cataclysm we had just witnessed。 〃It was never wet when we rehearsed。〃
〃Aw； you sucker…〃 Brutal began； and started for Percy。 I grabbed him again and yanked him back。 Footsteps clacked on the steps。 I looked up； desperately afraid of seeing Curtis Anderson； but it was Harry Terwilliger。 His cheeks were paper…white and his lips were purplish； as if he'd been eating blackberry cobbler。
I switched my attention back to Brutal。 〃For God's sake； Brutal； Delacroix's dead； nothing can change that； and Percy's not worth it。〃 Was the plan； or the beginnings of it； in my head even then？ I've wondered about that since； let me tell you。 I've wondered over the course of a lot of years； and have never been able to e up with a satisfactory answer。 I suppose it doesn't matter much。 A lot of things don't matter； but it doesn't keep a man from wondering about them； I've noticed。
〃You guys talk about me like I was a chump；〃 Percy said。 He still sounded dazed and winded … as if someone had punched him deep in the gut … but he was ing back a little。
〃You are a chump； Percy；〃 I said。
〃Hey； you can't…〃
I controlled my own urge to hit him only with the greatest effort。 Water dripped hollowly from the bricks down in the tunnel； our shadows danced huge and misshapen on the walls； like shadows in that Poe story about the big ape in the Rue Morgue。 Thunder bashed； but down here it was muffled。
〃I only want to hear one thing from you； Percy； and that's you repeating your promise to put in for Briar Ridge tomorrow。〃
〃Don't worry about that；〃 he said sullenly。 He looked at the sheeted figure on the gurney； looked away； flicked his eyes up toward my face for a moment； then looked away again。
〃That would be for the best；〃 Harry said。 〃Otherwise； you might get to know Wild Bill Wharton a whole lot better than you want to。〃 A slight pause。 〃We could see to it。〃
Percy was afraid of us； and he was probably afraid of what we might do if he was still around when we found out he'd been talking to Jack Van Hay about what the sponge was for and why we always soaked it in brine； but Harry's mention of Wharton woke real terror in his eyes。 I could see him remembering how Wharton had held him； ruffling his hair and crooning to him。
〃You wouldn't dare；〃 Percy whispered。
〃Yes I would；〃 Harry replied calmly。 〃And do you know what？ I'd get away with it。 Because you've already shown yourself to be careless as hell around the prisoners。 Inpetent； too。〃
Percy's fists bunched and his cheeks colored in a thin pink。 〃I am not…〃
〃Sure you are；〃 Dean said； joining us。 We formed a rough semicircle around Percy at the foot of the stairs； and even a retreat up the tunnel was blocked； the gurney was behind him； with its load of smoking flesh hidden under an old sheet。 〃You just burned Delacroix alive。 If that ain't inpetent； what is？〃
Percy's eyes flickered。 He had been planning to cover himself by pleading ignorance； and now he saw he was hoist by his own petard。 I don't know what he mig