"What you mean by that?" said the janitor.

"If he isn't," said the captain, "he's going to the electric chair."

"My, my," said the janitor. He shook his head. "Sure glad I ain't him." He resumed his mopping, sent a little tidal wave of gray water down the corridor.

There was loud talk at the far end of the corridor now. Harve turned his incurious eyes to see Ed Luby himself approaching. Luby was accompanied by his big bodyguard, and by his good friend, his fat friend, Judge Wampler.

Ed Luby, an elegant man, was first of all concerned about the spotlessness of his black and pointed shoes. "Watch where you mop," he told the janitor in a grackle voice. "These are fifty-dollar shoes."

He looked down at Harve. "My G.o.d," he said, "it's the one-man army himself." Luby asked his brother if Harve could talk and hear.

"They tell me he hears all right," said the captain. "He don't seem to talk at all."

Ed Luby smiled at Judge Wampler. "I'd say that was a pretty good way for a man to be, wouldn't you, Judge?" he said.

The conference of doctors ended on a note of grim agreement. They returned to Harve's side.

Captain Luby introduced young Dr. Mitch.e.l.l to his brother, Ed. "The doc here's new to town, Ed," said the captain. "He's kind of taken Elliot here under his wing."

"I guess that's part of his oath. Right?" said Ed Luby.

"Beg your pardon?" said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l.

"No matter what somebody is," said Ed, "no matter what terrible things they've done-a doctor's still got to do everything he can for him. Right?"

"Right," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l.

Luby knew the other two doctors, and they knew him.

Luby and the doctors didn't like each other much. "You two guys are working on this Elliot, too?" said Ed. "That's right," said one.

"Would somebody please tell me what's the matter with this guy, that so many doctors have to come from far and wide to look at him?" said Captain Luby.

"It's a very complicated case," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "It's a very tricky, delicate case."

"What's that mean?" said Ed Luby.

"Well," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l, "we're all pretty well agreed now that we've got to operate on this man at once, or there's a good chance he'll die."

Harve was bathed, and his head was shaved.

And he was rolled through the double doors and put under the blinding light of the operating room.

The Luby brothers were kept outside. There were only doctors and nurses around Harve now-pairs of eyes, and masks and gowns.

Harve prayed. He thought of his wife and children. He awaited the mask of the anesthetist.

"Mr. Elliot?" said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "You can hear me?"

"Yes," said Harve.

"How do you feel?" said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "In the Hands of G.o.d," said Harve.

"You're not a very sick man, Mr. Elliot," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "We're not going to operate. We brought you up here to protect you." The eyes around the table shifted uneasily. Dr. Mitch.e.l.l explained the uneasiness. "We've taken quite a chance here, Mr. Elliot," he said. "We have no way of knowing whether you deserve protection or not. We'd like to hear your story again."

Harve looked into each of the pairs of circling eyes. He shook his head almost imperceptibly. "No story," he said.

"No story?" said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "After all this trouble we've gone to?"

"Whatever Ed Luby and his brother say the story is-that's the story," said Harve. "You can tell Ed I finally got the message. Whatever he says goes. No more trouble from me."

"Mr. Elliot," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l, "there isn't a man or a woman here who wouldn't like to see Ed Luby and his gang in prison."

"I don't believe you," said Harve. "I don't believe anybody anymore." He shook his head again. "As far as that goes," he said, "I can't prove any of my story anyway. Ed Luby's got all the witnesses. The one witness I thought I might get-he's dead downstairs."

This news was a surprise to those around the table.

"You knew that man?" said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l.

"Forget it," said Harve. "I'm not saying any more. I've said too much already."

"There is is a way you could prove your story-to our satisfaction, anyway," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "With your permission, we'd like to give you a shot of sodium pentothal. Do you know what it is?" a way you could prove your story-to our satisfaction, anyway," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "With your permission, we'd like to give you a shot of sodium pentothal. Do you know what it is?"

"No," said Harve.

"It's a so-called truth serum, Mr. Elliot," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "It will temporarily paralyze the control you have over your conscious mind. You'll go to sleep for a few minutes, and then we'll wake you up, and you won't be able to lie."

"Even if I told you the truth, and you believed it, and you wanted to get rid of Ed Luby," said Harve, "what could a bunch of doctors do?"

"Not much, I admit," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l.

"But only four of us here are doctors," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "As I told Ed Luby, yours was a very complicated case-so we've called together a pretty complicated meeting to look into it." He pointed out masked and gowned men around the table. "This gentleman here is head of the County Bar a.s.sociation. These two gentlemen here are detectives from the State Police. These two gentlemen are F.B.I. agents. That is, of course," he said, "if your story's true-if you're willing to let us prove it's true."

Harve looked into the circling eyes again.

He held out his bare arm to receive the shot. "Let's go," he said.

Harve told his story and answered questions in the unpleasant, echoing trance induced by sodium pentothal.

The questions came to an end at last. The trance persisted.

"Let's start with Judge Wampler," he heard someone say.

He heard someone else telephoning, giving orders that the cabdriver who had driven the murdered woman out to the Key Club was to be identified, picked up, and brought to the operating room of Ilium Hospital for questioning. "You heard me-the operating room," said the man on the telephone.

Harve didn't feel any particular elation about that. But then he heard some really good news. Another man took over the telephone, and he told somebody to get Harve's wife out of jail at once on a writ of habeas corpus. "And somebody else find out who's taking care of the kids," said the telephoner, "and, for G.o.d's sake, make sure the papers and the radio stations find out this guy isn't a maniac after all."

And then Harve heard another man come back to the operating room with the bullet from the dead man downstairs, the dead witness. "Here's one piece of evidence that isn't going to disappear," said the man. "Good specimen." He held the bullet up to the light. "Shouldn't have any trouble proving what gun it came from-if we had the gun."

"Ed Luby's too smart to do the shooting himself," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l, who was obviously starting to have a very fine time.

"His bodyguard isn't too smart," said somebody else. "In fact, he's just dumb enough. He's even dumb enough to have the gun still on him."

"We're looking for a thirty-eight," said the man with the bullet. "Are they all still downstairs?"

"Keeping a death watch," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l pleasantly.

And then word came that Judge Wampler was being brought up. Everyone tied on his surgical mask again, in order that the judge, when he entered, mystified and afraid, could see only eyes.

"What-what is this?" said Judge Wampler. "Why do you want me here?"

"We want your help in a very delicate operation," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l.

Wampler gave a smile that was queer and slack. "Sir?" he said.

"We understand that you and your wife were witnesses to a murder last night," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l.

"Yes," said Wampler. His translucent chins trembled.

"We think you and your wife aren't quite telling the truth," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "We think we can prove that."

"How dare dare you talk to me like that!" said Wampler indignantly. you talk to me like that!" said Wampler indignantly.

"I dare," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l, "because Ed Luby and his brother are all through in this town. I dare," he said, "because police from outside have moved in. They're going to cut the rotten heart right out of this town. You're talking to federal agents and State Police at this very minute." Dr. Mitch.e.l.l spoke over his shoulder. "Suppose you unmask, gentlemen, so the judge can see what sort of people he's talking to."

The faces of the law were unmasked. They were majestic in their contempt for the judge.

Wampler looked as though he were about to cry.

"Now tell us what you saw last night," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l.

Judge Wampler hesitated. Then he hung his head, and he whispered, "Nothing. I was inside. I didn't see anything."

"And your wife didn't see anything, either?" said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l.

"No," whispered Wampler.

"You didn't see Elliot hit the woman?" said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l.

"No," said the judge.

"Why did you lie?" said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l.

"I-I believed Ed Luby," said Wampler. "He-he told me what happened-and I-I believed him."

"You believe him now?" said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l.

"I-I don't know," said Wampler wretchedly.

"You're through as a judge," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "You must know that."

Wampler nodded.

"You were through as a man a long time ago," said Dr.

Mitch.e.l.l. "All right," he said, "dress him up. Let him watch what happens next."

And Judge Wampler was forced to put on a mask and gown.

The puppet chief of police and the puppet mayor of Ilium were telephoned from the operating room, were told to come to the hospital at once, that there was something very important going on there. Judge Wampler, closely supervised, did the telephoning.

But, before they arrived, two state troopers brought in the cabdriver who had driven the murdered woman out to the Key Club.

He was appalled when he was brought before the weird tribunal of seeming surgeons. He looked in horror at Harve, who was still stretched out on the table in his sodium pentothal trance.

Judge Wampler again had the honor of doing the talking. He was far more convincing than anyone else could have been in advising the driver that Ed Luby and his brother were through.

"Tell the truth," said Judge Wampler quaveringly. So the driver told it. He had seen Ed Luby kill the girl. "Issue this man his uniform," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. And the driver was given a mask and gown.

Next came the mayor and the chief of police.

After them came Ed Luby, Captain Luby, and Ed Luby's big bodyguard.

The three came through the double doors of the operating room shoulder to shoulder.

They were handcuffed and disarmed before they could say a word.

"What the h.e.l.l's the idea?" Ed Luby roared.

"It's all over. That's all," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "We thought you ought to know."

"Elliot's dead?" said Luby.

"You're dead, Mr. Luby," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. dead, Mr. Luby," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l.

Luby started to inflate himself, was instantly deflated by a tremendous bang bang. A man had just fired the bodyguard's thirty-eight into a bucket packed with cotton.

Luby watched stupidly as the man dug the bullet out of the cotton, took it over to a counter where two microscopes had been set up.

Luby's comment was somewhat substandard. "Now, just a minute-" he said.

"We've got nothing but time," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "n.o.body's in a hurry to go anywhere-unless you or your brother or your bodyguard have appointments elsewhere."

"Who are are you guys?" said Luby malevolently. you guys?" said Luby malevolently.

"We'll show you in a minute," said Dr. Mitch.e.l.l. "First, though, I think you ought to know that we're all agreed-you're through."

"Yeah?" said Luby. "Let me tell you, I've got plenty of friends in this town."