“Phone for the doctor!”
“You phone, and I’ll get him out of there!”
She went down, and I kept on up. I went in the bathroom, and over to the tub. He was laying there in the water, but his head wasn’t under. I tried to lift him. I had a hell of a time. He was slippery with soap, and I had to stand in the water before I could raise him at all. All the time I could hear her down there, talking to the operator. They didn’t give her a doctor. They gave her the police.
I got him up, and laid him over the edge of the tub, and then got out myself, and dragged him in the bedroom and laid him on the bed. She came up, then, and we found matches, and got a candle lit. Then we went to work on him. I packed his head in wet towels, while she rubbed his wrists and feet.
“They’re sending an ambulance.”
“All right. Did he see you do it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Were you behind him?”
“I think so. But then the lights went out, and I don’t know what happened. What did you do to the lights?”
“Nothing. The fuse popped.”