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SURPRISE FOR THE BOYS
cution. So, everybody please sit or stand exactly where you are, because if anybody makes the slightest move I’m going to hiccup and knock the walls down !
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Fallow. — That is what Kosky says, Stew, word for word, and then he shuts his mouth very slow, and a terrible silence falls over the death chamber that is broken only by one o’ the ward heelers failin’ on the floor in a dead faint. Kosky just sits there on the hot seat, grinnin’ very funny, with the bald spot on the top of his head shinin’ like a moon on the water. Old Pet, the mask in his hand, stands a few feet away, his mouth wide open and his eyes glassy. All the witnesses himch up in their seats. The guards stand with their big beefy hands straight down at their sides. Dr. Sugar blinks his eyes, and Dr. Blint bites his lips. The warden turns pale and grim, and Father McCauley stops prayin’ and just stands there, his hands clasped over his chest. Finally the warden says . . .
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Warden. — You can’t get away with this Kosky. Do you think we’re all crazy fools ?
Sound. — Ad lib murmurs in background . . . suddenly cease.
Kosky. — No, I don’t think you are crazy, warden. I think you are all very smart men . . . and that’s why I know you know I’m not lying.
Warden. — Kosky, you picked the wrong warden to pull this trick on. Because when I was a youngster I worked in a construction camp . . . and I happened to be the powder monkey. So I know everything that there is to know about explosives. And I know that what you claim won’t work, even if you did do it, and anyway I think you’re lying.
Kosky. — That’s a matter of opinion, warden, and every man is entitled to his opinion. So if you think I’m lying, or I won’t blow up, if I’m not lying, go right ahead and electrocute me. I’ll let Mr. Pettigrew move around for that, though I’m warning you nobody else make the slightest move or you’ll find out soon enough I’m not lying. The second Mr. Pettigrew pulls the switch you’ll all know who was right and who was wrong. Or rather , . . you won’t.
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