Adams bent over the still body.
“Louie ! Wake up!” he barked, and shook Louie’s arm.
Louie opened his eyes and stared up at Adams.
“Leave me alone, can’t you?” he snarled faintly. “Get the hell out of here!”
Adams sat on the edge of the bed.
“Who did it to you?” he said.
Watson automatically opened his notebook and waited expectantly.
“I’m not talking, copper,” Louie said. “Leave me alone.”
Adams took out a box of matches, struck one and held the flame to Louie’s hand while Watson watched, goggle-eyed,
Louie snatched his hand away, his lips coming off his teeth.