Morrison agreeably reseated himself on the bench. Saxon led the others back to the cell block.
There was no change in either prisoner’s story. When they returned from the cell block. Kettle looked thoughtful, Jenny looked upset, and Saxon was furious. It increased his anger when he saw by the disbelieving expression on Verne Dowling’s face that Sergeant Morrison had informed the desk man of what was going on.
Morrison stood up and said, “If you’re through with my prisoner, Mr. Kettle, is it all right if I take her on to Buffalo? I’m sure the Erie County D.A. won’t object to her being returned as a witness whenever you’re ready for her.”
“I suppose it’s all right, Sergeant. She isn’t charged with anything here, and it may be weeks or months before we need her as a witness. You’d better scare up something for her to wear, though. There isn’t much left of her clothing.”
Morrison said, “I’ll bring in her suitcase and let her change.”
Saxon asked bitterly, “Am I under arrest, Arn?”
“I don’t think you’ll run anywhere,” the district attorney said equably. “We’ll hold off any legal action for the time being. Suppose you meet me here tomorrow morning. Say about eleven?”
“All right,” Saxon said stiffly. “Jenny, you stick around until Sergeant Morrison gets his prisoner out of here. We don’t want anyone else accused of rape.”
Stalking into the squad room, he got his coat, hat, and galoshes from his locker, put them on, and strode out again. As he headed for the door, he threw curt goodnights to Kettle, Jenny, and Dowling. He didn’t even look at Sergeant Morrison.
There were now several inches of snow on the street, and snow was falling so heavily that visibility was cut to a matter of yards. Saxon drove the three blocks to Iroquois General Hospital at ten miles an hour.
There was no one in the hospital lobby at that time of night. As he passed the desk, the switchboard operator called, “Hi, Chief,” and he gave her a distant nod. He took the elevator to the third floor and walked down the hall to Ward 3-B. He found Emily seated alone in the nurses’ alcove marking charts.
She looked up with a surprised smile, then simultaneously saw the twin scratches on his cheek and his expression of controlled rage. The smile changed to a look of concern.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“We may have to postpone our marriage again. I’ll probably be in jail.”
She paled. “Why? What’s happened?”
“I’m accused of raping a female prisoner in her cell.”
She stared at him in astonishment. “You? That’s the most ridiculous thing I ever heard.”
“You’re prejudiced,” he said bitterly. “The D.A. thinks I’m guilty. Jenny Waite thinks it. By tomorrow everyone in town will think it.”
“Maybe you’d better sit down and tell me about it,” she said. “I’ll get us a couple of cups of coffee.”
Rising, she dropped dimes in a coffee vendor in the corner beyond the desk and filled two paper cups. Setting them on the desk, she reseated herself. Saxon took the extra chair and dropped his hat on the floor next to it.
“Where are the other nurses?” he asked.
“Louise is checking the tents and intravenouses. Beth is sitting with a terminal case. We won’t be disturbed for a while.”
He took a sip of his coffee. Then he started at the beginning and described the events of the evening. When he finished, her eyes were blazing with anger even greater than his.
“The beasts!” she said indignantly. “Of course all three of them were in on it.” Suddenly leaning forward, she cupped his chin in her hands and kissed him fiercely on the mouth. “Poor darling. Why do you imagine they did such a thing?”
He hadn’t really expected that Emily would even for a moment have any doubts of his innocence. Nevertheless, her immediate and unquestioning acceptance that it couldn’t have been anything but a deliberate frame sent a warm feeling through him. For the first time in two hours he smiled.
“You know you’re quite a doll?” he said.
She colored. “Sometimes you make me feel like one. But why have they done this to you?”
Ted shook his head. “I can’t even begin to conceive of a reason. When I think about it, it doesn’t seem possible that it could be a frame. And I know it was. You can hardly blame Arn Kettle for thinking I’m guilty.”
“I can,” she said loyally. “He ought to know you couldn’t be guilty simply because you’re you.”
“Your prejudice is showing again,” he said with a grin. “I even boggle myself at believing it was a deliberate conspiracy when I think about it too hard. Maybe Grace Emmet planned it alone for some neurotic reason; maybe Coombs wasn’t deliberately planted there and only went along with her story to get even with me for jailing him; maybe Sergeant Morrison actually thinks he saw a raping. How could it have been planned so elaborately if Morrison never saw that Emmet woman before he picked her up in Erie?”
“Perhaps he promised her leniency if she co-operated,” Emily suggested doubtfully.
“Then you have to assume that Coombs got himself jailed on the off-chance that Morrison could talk her into co-operating during the hour-and-a-half drive from Erie. He couldn’t even have gotten in contact with Morrison to find out if he was going through with the plan.”
“Perhaps Morrison lied about never seeing her before,” Emily said. “Perhaps she was an ex-mistress or something, and he knew she would do as he wished.”
“That would be an even more unlikely coincidence.” Draining his coffee cup, he picked up his hat and climbed to his feet. “I’m not going to think about it any more tonight. Good night, doll.”
“Do you have to leave so soon?”
“You’ll get fired, entertaining a boy friend on duty. I’d better get out of here before the chief nurse comes along.”
Leaning down, he kissed her lightly, turned, and walked toward the elevator.
Chapter 9
On New Year’s Day, Saxon came into headquarters half an hour ahead of his appointment with the district attorney. It was Sam Lennox’s day off and Vic Burns was on the desk.
Burns said with obvious self-consciousness, “Morning, Chief.”
“You’ve heard about it, huh?”
“I guess everybody has by now,” Burns admitted. “What the devil happened? She lure you on, then scream rape when the sergeant walked in and caught you in the act?”
Ted gazed at him coldly.
“I’m just trying to figure why,” Burns said defensively. “Don’t look so sore. I thought we were friends.”
“So did I. It didn’t occur to me that my friends would find me guilty without trial.”
The stocky Lieutenant looked a little bewildered. “I thought I was putting the best possible construction on it. The way I heard it, there were two witnesses aside from the woman, so something must have happened. Only, knowing you, I figured it must have been just seduction and she decided to yell rape after the fait accompli. I figured it was New Year’s Eve; maybe you brought a little bottle on duty to have a quiet celebration; and when she gave you an invitation, you fell for it.”
Instead of anger, Saxon felt only a vast weariness. If Vic Burns believed him guilty, no one was going to accept his explanation. Continuing to protest his innocence was like trying to fight a roomful of feathers. He decided to save his efforts for the district attorney.
Without making any reply, he went on to the squad room and hung up his wraps. When he came out again, he turned through the door leading to the cell block and glanced into the cells. All were empty.
Back in the waiting room, he said, “When was Coombs released?”
“Early this morning before I came on. About six. I guess he phoned some friend in Buffalo and the guy drove down to post the bond.”