Miss Callaghan Comes To Grief (20 page)

The two Federal Agents were so startled when Marie suddenly appeared that for a moment they hesitated.

It was that moment that Raven had gambled on. He fired twice almost as one shot. The flash of the gun burnt Marie's arm and she screamed wildly.

The two Agents slowly folded up, one of them shot through the head and the other in the middle of his chest.

Raven said, “Keep moving.”

He ran her along the passage, but there was no one about. They went downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs the night clerk lurked, staring up with terrified eyes.

The sight of Marie's naked body seemed to mesmerize him. Raven shot him between the eyes.

He shoved Marie down the stairs fast and they crossed the deserted lobby. Through the open door he could see the Chrysler still parked outside. Another car stood near it, but it was empty.

His brain worked swiftly. The clerk would have reported to the Federal Field Office that he'd come to the hotel. The Feds would send out the alarm and then come on over. In a town like Odessa it was nearly a safe bet that there were only two Feds. The talk of surrounding the place was bluff.

Cautiously he pushed Marie out into the street. No one fired at him. Taking a deep breath, he ran her across to the car. “Get inside,” he snarled. “Quick.”

She pulled open the door and climbed in. Raven looked over his shoulder, saw something move in the shadows, fired once and then scrambled under the wheel. Desperately he trod on the starter, and as the engine sprang into life he set the car bounding forward.

Marie sat crouched away from him, covering her breasts with her arms and shivering as the cold wind bit into her body.

“Sit still and hold your trap,” Raven said, “or I'll finish you.”

He knew it was too risky to go on to Kansas and he turned off on to the dirt road that led to Fayetteville.

The needle of the speedometer climbed until it stood at 65. On a dirt road that was fast enough. As he drove his mind crawled with schemes. His hair no longer afforded him a disguise. They must be on to that. God!

These Federal dicks were smart. If he could only put enough miles between them before they reached Odessa he might stand a chance of beating them. Otherwise it would mean a show−down.

Marie said in a low voice, “Can't you stop a moment? I'm freezin'.”

“I'd rather you freeze than me burn,” he said with a savage laugh. “Sit on the floor, it's warmer down there.

I ain't stoppin' for no one.”

She slid off her seat and crouched down on the floorboards. “Can't you let me go?” she pleaded. “I'm no use to you now.”

He considered this, then decided to take her a little further. “You shut up,” he said. “I don't want another yap outta you.”

The road improved as the car ate up the miles, and he was able to increase his speed. He swung through Fayetteville at a terrific speed, and headed south again.

He knew he'd got a tank full of petrol, and with luck he ought to shake them. After a few miles he slowed down and got out.

He said to Marie, “If you move I'll shoot you.”

He ran round to the boot and opened it, pulling the Thompson out. He hesitated about taking out one of her bags, then slammed the boot to. To hell with it, he wasn't going to waste time on her.

He stood looking back into the darkness. Far away he could make out two pin−points of light. He knew what they were at once. A car was coming at a great speed. It might not be the Feds, but it was too risky to take chances.

He ran back to the car and climbed in, putting the Thompson behind his head along the top of the seat.

He started the car again and drove off at a furious pace. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It showed 2.30. Somehow or other he'd got to get under cover before daylight. He'd got to ditch the car and he'd got to get another. He looked down at Marie, who seemed to have fallen into a doze. He'd got to get rid of her.

His mouth tightened. It was tough on her, but she'd have to go for good. The pin−points of light were no nearer. He could see them dancing in his rear mirror. They must be three or four miles away. Maybe they could see his own headlights. He hesitated, then reached forward and turned them out. The road, down which he was roaring, suddenly disappeared and he automatically eased up on the accelerator. He sat forward to peer into the darkness. This wasn't going to help his speed, but at the same time he wasn't showing himself to the Feds.

Ahead of him he could just make out a turning; he swung the car, braking as he did so. It was quite a narrow road, bordered by tall trees. He forced the car forward again, gaining speed. There was a good chance that the pursuing car would go on past. They might think he was heading for the State Highway again, which he knew linked up the road he'd been on previously.

He glanced back and then he felt the car run off the road. Instinctively he jammed on his brakes, but he was too late. The car crashed against some trees with such violence that he was nearly shot through the wind−screen.

Marie woke with a start and gave a little scream. Raven climbed out of the wrecked car, cursing. He was badly shaken, and lurched when he walked.

Through the trees, on a crest of a hill, he could see the lights of the following car coming towards them rapidly. He turned and dragged Marie out of the car.

“Not a sound,” he said, his gun digging into her side.

She stood close to him, her body shivering with shock and cold, and they both watched the lights come nearer. Faintly the wail of a siren split the air.

Raven showed his teeth. It was a Federal car, then. He waited, holding his breath as the lights grew larger.

Then with a snarl and a roar the car swept past the turning he had taken and roared on into the night.

Raven relaxed limply. He wiped the cold sweat off his face. “Come on, you,” he said to Marie, “we've got a little walk on.”

Then, as she moved slowly towards the car, he suddenly realized that he couldn't take her any further. Now was the time to finish her, not later.

In the misty moonlight he could see her tall white body with its graceful lines, and again he wanted her.

Throwing caution aside, he took two quick steps towards her and pulled her round. She gave a gasp of terror when she realized what he was going to do. She began to struggle and he was startled at her strength. They swayed together on the uneven ground and then she began to scream.

Raven broke away and swung his fist. It landed on her cheek−bone, high up. She staggered and, still screaming, fell to the ground. Raven knelt at her side, pinning her flat. “Shut up!” he said, gripping her arms viciously. “Make another sound an' I'll finish you.”

She stopped screaming, but she still fought, twisting and pulling, trying to get free.

He said, “Lie still. Do you heardamn you? Lie still.”

She went limp suddenly, throwing her arms wide. One of her hands touched a heavy stone and her fingers closed round it. She tried to get the stone out of the ground.

Something was happening to her. She said: “Nonono” But one of his hands gripped her throat, and then, with a tremendous effort, she swung the stone wildly and hit him violently on the side of his head.

January 3rd, 11.45 p.m.

SNOW FELL heavily, but there was quite a crowd outside the State Prison gates.

Hogarty and Jay pushed their way through and showed their passes to the guard. They were glad to get inside for warmth.

Jay said, “It gets me why the hell those guys come to stand outside.”

Hogarty took off his coat. “They're hopin' to catch a glimpse of the executioner. They don't know, but they haven't got a chance. He comes in a side entrance.”

Jay looked round the bare room nervously. “I'll be mighty glad when this is over,” he said. “I never liked executions.”

Hogarty shrugged. “It'll be a pleasure to see a rat like that burn,” he said. “I wouldn't miss it for anything.”

“It's a long time ago, isn't it?” Jay said. “At least, it seems like it to me.”

Hogarty nodded. “Come on and meet Davies. I know him quite well.”

Jay hesitated. “Davies? You mean the executioner?”

“Yeah. Quite a guy. Come on an' meet him.”

Jay followed him out of the room. One of the guards nodded to Hogarty. “What do you want, pal?” he said.

“Goin' along to see Davies,” Hogarty said.

The guard told him where to go.

The execution−shed was across the courtyard, but they went round to it by a long passage and came in through a back door.

As they entered the little room Jay felt a slight sinking feeling. The chair stood opposite several wooden pews. A tall, thin man was standing by the chair, watching an electrician working. He glanced up when Hogarty crossed the room. His worn face lit up a trifle when he saw Hogarty. He shook hands. “This is your case, ain't it?” he said.

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'

through all right. It's the only way to test the current. Okay, Joe,” he said to the electrician. “You can disconnect.”

He picked up a small suit−case and opened it. “I always bring my own electrodes.” He took out a baseball helmet. “This is for the head. I've got an electrode in here, and, as you can see, the helmet is lined with sponge. The sponge is moistened with a saline solution. It stops burning. You gotta watch all that. You gotta watch sparks as well. Wouldn't do to have burning an' sparks; upsets the witnesses.”

He went over to the bucket and moistened the sponge.

Hogarty said in a low voice, “I guess we'd better sit down. The witnesses will be in in a minute.”

They took up their positions in the last pew. Jay said, “This is giving me a guts−ache.”

Before Hogarty could answer the door opened and a number of solemn−faced people filed in. There was a little confusion as they selected their seats.

Jay said suddenly, “For God's sake,” and pointed with his eyes.

Sadie Perminger had just come in. She stood in the doorway, hesitating for a moment, and then she walked quickly to the front pew and sat down.

Jay had only a brief flash of her face, which was cold and bitter. She was dressed in black with a little black−and−white hat.

“How the hell did she get here?” Jay whispered.

“Raven asked her. You know the condemned can ask one person to see him go. Well, he asked her.”

Jay stared at him.

“Maybe he thought it would amuse her,” Hogarty said dryly.

Jay half looked over his shoulder. “They're coming,” he said.

Down the corridor they could hear the steady tramp of feet. The door swung open and two guards came in.

Raven walked after them. The minister and the Warden came last.

Raven looked round the small room and walked to the chair. His face was the colour of a fish's belly, but otherwise he seemed quite calm.

“That the guy?” he said, looking at Davies.

Davies came over to him and offered his hand. Raven looked at it, then shook hands.

“I'll get it over quick, son,” Davies said in a low voice.

“Don't rush yourself,” Raven said with a little sneer. “It's all the time I've got.”

Two guards led him to the chair and he sat down.

The Warden came close to him and whispered. Raven said in a hard voice, “Sure, I'll say somethin'.”

He looked slowly at each face in front of him, until his eyes met Sadie's. She looked at him with cold, implacable hatred, and he grinned.

“Well, boys,” he said, still keeping his eyes on Sadie, “this is my last little speech. I've had a nice run for my money an' I ain't scared of goin'. You all know what my racket was. If you guys didn't want women, my racket wouldn't have lasted long. Don't forget that. All you smug−lookin' heels who've come to see me burn are as much to blame as I am. You get tired of your wives an' you want to have a fresh girl. So you come to me. That's all it is. The supply can't meet the demand. As long as you guys have the itch for a fresh girl, so will this racket go on. Nothin' can stop it. Cops certainly can't stop it. You can, but no one else. When you've all made up your minds to spend the rest of your nights with your wives, then girls won't have to trade their bodies. But you'll never do that. When I'm gone, someone else will take my place. There's always a demand and someone's gotta supply that demand.”

He looked round the room again and then his eyes met Davies. “Come on, pal,” he said, “get me outta here quick. These punks make me sick.”

The guards, while he had been speaking, had already strapped him to the chair. Davies fixed the electrode to his leg and then swiftly the baseball helmet was fitted on his head.

Raven drew a long deep breath. “It's a pity I've got to leave my trains,” he said. “Let her rip.”

Davies had already stepped to the switch. He glanced at the Warden, who nodded. The switch went over and the lights dimmed. There came a sharp crackling sound and a whining cry of the current. Raven pitched forward, straining against the straps. A few sparks shot off the electrode on his leg, and a wisp of grey smoke appeared, coming from the top of the helmet.