ok　it　off　a　little　later；　most　of　his　scalp　and　his　remaining　fringe　of　hair　came　with　it；　bonded　to　the　metal　as　if　by　some　powerful　adhesive。

〃Kill　it！〃　I　called　to　Jack　when　thirty　seconds　had　gone　by　with　nothing　but　electric　jitters　ing　from　the　smoking；　man…shaped　lump　of　charcoal　lolling　in　the　electric　chair。　The　hum　died　immediately；　and　I　nodded　to　Brutal。

He　turned　and　slammed　the　fire　extinguisher　into　Percy's　arms　so　hard　that　Percy　staggered　backward　and　almost　fell　off　the　platform。　〃You　do　it；〃　Brutal　said。　〃You're　running　the　show；　after　all；　ain't　you？〃

Percy　gave　him　a　look　that　was　both　sick　and　murderous；　then　armed　the　extinguisher；　pumped　it；　cocked　it；　and　shot　a　huge　cloud　of　white　foam　over　the　man　in　the　chair。　I　saw　Del's　foot　twitch　once　as　the　spray　hit　his　face　and　thought　Oh　no；　we　might　have　to　go　again；　but　there　was　only　that　single　twitch。

Anderson　had　turned　around　and　was　bawling　at　the　panicky　witnesses；　telling　them　everything　was　all　right；　everything　was　under　control；　just　a　powersurge　from　the　electrical　storm；　nothing　to　worry　about。　Next　thing；　he'd　be　telling　them　that　what　they　smelled　…　a　devil's　mixture　of　burned　hair；　fried　meat；　and　fresh…baked　shit　…　was　Chanel　No。　5。

〃Get　doc's　stethoscope；〃　I　told　Dean　as　the　extinguisher　ran　dry。　Delacroix　was　coated　with　white　now；　and　the　worst　of　the　stench　was　being　overlaid　by　a　thin　and　bitter　chemical　smell。

〃Doc　。。。　should　I　。。　。〃

〃Never　mind　doc；　just　get　his　stethoscope；〃　I　said。　〃Let's　get　this　over　。。。　get　him　out　of　here。〃

Dean　nodded。　Over　and　out　of　here　were　two　concepts　that　appealed　to　him　just　then。　They　appealed　to　both　of　us。　He　went　over　to　doc's　bag　and　began　rummaging　in　it。　Doc　was　beginning　to　move　ag