“Said the most awful things about him. Accused him of hideous things. Cruelty. Violence. Unnatural acts.”
Merylo worked to maintain a straight face.
“Said he tried to… force himself on her. And not in the usual way. If you know what I mean.”
“I think I do.”
“But I just can’t believe that. He’s an educated man. You can tell that every time he speaks. So intelligent.”
What was it the alienist had tried to tell them?
“It must’ve been hard on him, seeing his marriage break up like that. And she took the children away from him. Just about the same time he lost his job. Who knows what that might do to a person? He has no close family now. None at all. Had three brothers-every one of them is dead.”
“Tragic.”
“His only living relative is that cousin, and he’s never once come around to visit.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “To tell you the truth, I think he may be a bit embarrassed. A man in his position probably doesn’t want to be associated with a scandalous relative.”
“No doubt. Can you help me understand the doctor’s schedule?”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, my understanding was that he has been institutionalized here.”
“Yes.”
“And yet, he seems to be able to come and go as he pleases.”
“It isn’t a prison. We’re here to help him, to whatever degree he’ll let us. We have classes, get-togethers with everyone staying here. Times when everyone can share their troubles. Learn from one another. We’ve modeled our program after that new organization they started up in New York. You know the one. Alcoholics Anonymous.”
“Does he attend these classes?”
“Sometimes.” She hesitated. “Not that often.”
“Is he still drinking?”
She looked down at her knitted hands. “Not here. But… he does disappear at times. Sometimes for more than a day.”
“Where does he go?”
“I have no idea. I’ve asked, but he wouldn’t tell me.”
“You think he goes off to binge?”
“I hope not. But given his background…”
“Perhaps he goes to visit his cousin.”
“Oh, I very much doubt that. Congressman Sweeney may be willing to foot the bill, but I don’t think he would want his cousin dropping by his mansion.”
Merylo’s lips parted.
He rose to his feet. He had to get back to Ness. As soon as possible. “Thank you for your cooperation. And please remember what I said. Mum’s the word. We don’t want to jeopardize Dr. Sweeney’s chances for reinstatement.”
“No. For all his troubles, he really is a very kind man. So thoughtful.”
“Well, I have to file my report. If you’ll-”
Merylo was interrupted by an ear-splitting cry from outside the house.
“What in-?”
Merylo jammed his notepad into his back pocket and raced out the front door. Standing not ten feet away, just beyond the picket fence, he spotted a woman, one hand pressed against her terror-stricken face.
As he approached, Merylo realized it was the same woman he had seen before, when he was masquerading as a vagrant, the one Dr. Sweeney had assisted. Her arm was still in a sling.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
The woman’s hand trembled. She tried to speak, but couldn’t force anything out. Finally, she just pointed.
Merylo whirled around. There was a dog on the sidewalk, a cocker spaniel.
He did not appear to be rabid. He wasn’t growling or making threatening noises.
Perhaps because there was something in his mouth.
“You ladies go inside the house. Now!”
They obeyed. As soon as they were gone, Merylo slowly approached the canine.
“C’mon now, pooch. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Good God-was it what he thought it was?
Merylo had never been good with dogs. Never cared for them much. He was more of a cat person, not that he would ever admit that to any of his fellow police officers.
He crouched down and held out his hand. “Come on, doggie. Come on. Give papa the bone. Hear me?”
The dog gave his head a little shake, then opened his mouth.
Part of a human leg dropped out of his jaws.
46
The speed and efficiency of the sheriff’s medics impressed Ness – perhaps the only part of the office that did. In fewer than five minutes, they had arrived at cell B-4, lowered the body from the hook and administered oxygen, then insulin, in the hope of restarting his heart. But they were too late. Frank Dolezal was dead.
“Well,” Sheriff O’Donnell said, sighing heavily, “that’ll save the state the cost of killing him.” He was surrounded by three of his uniformed officers.
Ness had remained silent and out of the way while the medics did their work, but now he could hold his tongue no longer. “I thought you said you had two men watching him at all times?”
The sheriff shrugged. “It was a fluke thing. Schuster left to escort some visitors downstairs. Then I called for Crawford. Apparently this man was just waiting for an opportunity. They were only gone a few moments.”
Ness peered through the bars into the tiny cell. “I noticed the cell doors were unlocked.”
“Dolezal was the only prisoner in this cell block. There was no reason to restrict him to the cell. The doors to the block were locked and bolted.”
“But any one of your officers could’ve gotten in.”
“But the point is, Dolezal couldn’t get out.”
“No, the point is, anyone who wanted to get to him, could.”
“Just what are you saying?”
“I think you know.” The medics had told Ness that Dolezal had been found dangling from a hook on the ceiling of his cell, hanging from a noose made from twisted rags. “Where did he get these rags?”
One of the uniforms, Crawford, stepped forward. “He said he was bored. Wanted something to do. So I gave him the rags so he could clean his cell.”
“Is that right?”
“That’s right.”
Ness faced O’Donnell. “I thought you said he was on suicide watch.”
“Yeah.”
“So if he’s on suicide watch, why would your men give him something he could easily turn into a makeshift rope and hang himself with? For that matter, why would you give him a cell with a hook in the ceiling?”
Crawford and O’Donnell exchanged a glance.
“Guess we never thought about that.”
To their surprise, Ness withdrew a tape measure from his coat pocket and began measuring the cell.
“Now wait just a minute,” O’Donnell said. “It’s one thing to have you come look around but where do you get off-”
“Five feet seven,” Ness said, cutting him off.
“Uhh… come again?”
“This hook in the ceiling. It’s five feet seven inches off the ground.”
“So?”
“So perhaps you can explain to me how a man who was five feet eight could hang himself from a hook that was only five feet seven inches off the floor.”
Ness ’s inquiry was met with stony silence.
“I think perhaps it’s time for you to leave, Mr. Ness.”
“You won’t get away with this, O’Donnell.”
“The door is this way.”
“I don’t know why you thought you had to do this. I don’t know if you and your squad of hooligans fancy yourselves some kind of avenging lynch mob, or if it’s that you knew your case wouldn’t hold up in court. Or a combination of both. But you won’t get away with it.”
“You’re talking through your hat. You’ve got nothing. No one is going to care about how many inches high some hook is.”
Ness smiled thinly. “Ever seen a man hanged before, Sheriff?”
“Haven’t had the pleasure.”
“I have.” Ness crouched down beside the corpse. “Hanging leaves a very characteristic mark, because the back of the noose hangs higher than the front due to the upward pull of the rope. Makes a V-shaped scar.” He pulled the sheet covering the corpse down slightly. “But as you can see, the bruising on Dolezal’s neck circles the middle of his neck. There’s no upward slant.” Ness replaced the sheet. “He didn’t hang. He was strangled.”