Vicar warns Congress they who spurn his laws will pay a price. The transmitter engineer finds it, the price, strung up on his station’s tower, a man with a rope around his chest so he can pendulum to and fro with a bare leg swiping across the lightning gap, being zapped with RF.
The detective embeds a spy-mole to root out the cause-hustlers making a buck off the plight of minorities of one kind and another.
