“Take this, doc,” he said, holding it toward Carlson.
He took it, asked the girl to open her mouth, and looked within.
“No good at all. I must have the electric light. Where is the fuse box?”
The “boss” looked at Teresa.
“It’s in the cellar with the meter,” she said.
“Go down and put in a new fuse.”
“I don’t know how. You’ll have to come with me.”
The man hesitated. He glared at Carlson through his mask, and at the sick girl on the bed, and then at the giant near the door.
“Tony!”
“Huh?”