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’