“Sure, but if Checker Charley was working right he couldn’t lose.” Berringer arose unsteadily. “Listen, we’d better call this thing off while we find out what’s wrong.” He tapped the front panel experimentally. “Jesus Christ, he’s hot as a frying pan!” “Finish the game, Junior. I want to know who’s champ,” said Finnerty. “Don’tcha see!” said Berringer furiously. “It isn’t working right.” He looked pleadingly around the room.
