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Eldron Gold said to Mark, “Would you like to speak to me privately before you answer the officer’s questions?”
“No,” Mark said. “I just ant to get it other ith.”
Detective Cohan stepped closer, still smiling, opening a small notebook. “Good idea,” he said.
Mark took a deep breath. “Thor other theothle and I kidnathed Nonroe Hall,” he said.
“Wait!” shouted Eldron, over some pleased exclamation of Cohan’s. “Are you sure we shouldn’t talk first?”
“No, it’s all right,” Mark assured him. “You’ll see.” To Detective Cohan he said, “Thigh oth us kidnathed Nonroe Hall.”
“This is completely unacceptable,” Eldron interrupted. “In a hospital setting, my client is sedated, he’s not responsible for his statements, absolutely none of this would be acceptable in a court of law.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Mark told his mouthpiece, patting the bed to calm the lawyer down.
“Objections noted, Counselor,” Detective Cohan said. He didn’t seem troubled.
Mark said to Eldron, “I hath to get this out. This isn’t easy thor ne to say.”
Detective Cohan smiled upon him. “We know that,” he assured him. “Go on, Mark.”
“All right.” Mark took a deep breath as his lawyer hopped around like the boy on the burning deck, and went on. “We kett Hall at my thriend’s thanily lodge uh-state thon ere. We also took the utt-ler, utt that was an accident. They oath got away. The utt-ler hit ne with a chair.”
At last Gold interrupted, saying, “Sterling, are you sure we shouldn’t discuss this, you and I? Just you and I?”
“A little late, Counselor,” the happy Detective Cohan said. “Tell us about the other four, Mark.”
“Don’t!”
Ignoring Eldron, Mark said, “One is ny izness thartner, Osthourne Thaulk. The other three are, uh, union nenthers. I don’t know the union.”
“Their names will do,” Detective Cohan said.
“Well, they’re Nac, Thuddy and Ace.”
Both Eldron and Detective Cohan leaned in closer. Detective Cohan said, “Would that be Mac, Buddy, and Ace?”
“Yes. Os knows Thuddy’s real nane, I think, I don’t know ith he knows the others.” Then Mark sighed, his story told, happy to be unburdened.
It took Detective Cohan a while to realize the story was now complete. He had another half hour of questions, intermixed with useless objections from Lawyer Gold, but Mark had essentially told the whole story right at the begi
Such a relief, in fact, that when Detective Cohan and Lawyer Gold finally left, Mark fell immediately and deeply asleep, and remained asleep for most of the day. The shadows outside the hospital room window were long and amber when at last he stirred, stretched, smiled, stopped smiling because it made his jaw hurt, and then remembered where he was and everything that had happened.
What a terrific sleep, after so much tension and worry! That was the moment he told himself it was probably the best day’s sleep of his life, and just the fact of it reassured him he’d made the right decision. Betraying one’s friends and associates, it turned out, wasn’t something to agonize over or regret. No, it was merely an unfortunate possibility in life, as much so for Os and the union men as for himself. One was sorry to find that one had reached that point in one’s life, but then one accepted the reality and got on with it. He had got on with it, and everything was better—for him—as a result.
Smiling again, though more carefully, he turned his head, and there was Detective Cohan, smiling right back at him from the visitor’s chair. He was a very happy boy.
“So you’re awake, are you?”
“Oh, yes. God, I theel rested.”
“Good.” Detective Cohan rose and came over to smile down on Mark. “A lot has happened while you’ve been asleep,” he said.
“I thought it would.”
“We went looking for this Osbourne Faulk,” Detective Cohan told him, “and it turns out, he’d already fled the country.”
Mark blinked. “Thled?”
“Went straight to Brazil. I doubt we’ll ever get our hands on him.”
“Di-ruh—Thra—” No; impossible to say the name of that country. “Why not?” he asked instead.
“Well, there’s no extradition treaty between the United States and Brazil,” Detective Cohan explained. “Once he’s there, there’s no way we can get our hands on him.”
“There are Territories!” Mark cried.
“Sure,” Detective Cohan said, “a number of territories around the world without that extradition treaty. Most of them you wouldn’t want to go to, but Brazil isn’t bad. Rio, you know. Very tall women in bikinis, the way I understand it.”
“What athout—What athout Nac and Thuddy and Ace?”
“Well, you don’t know their real names, and you don’t know what union they’re in,” Detective Cohan pointed out. “Your friend Osbourne may have known at least one real name, but he’s long gone, and believe me, there are dozens of Macs and Buddies and Aces in every union in the United States.”
“So I’m the only one you’ve got.”
“I’m afraid it gets worse, Mark,” Detective Cohan said, with his pleasant smile.
Mark had always hated it when policemen called him by his first name, thinking they were doing it only because he was upper-class and they weren’t, but he suspected this was not the time to make an issue of it. He said, “How could it get worse?”
“Well, they found Monroe Hall,” Detective Cohan told him. “Found him wandering around, had some concussions, hit his head a lot.”
“I didn’t do that. None oth us did that.”
“No, no, nobody’s accusing you, don’t worry about that. The point is, all those bumps to the head, Monroe Hall’s got amnesia.”
“Well, if anythody deserthes—” But then it hit him. “He what?”
“No memory,” Detective Cohan said, and waved a hand beside his head as though saying good-bye to his brain. “The doctors say, he’ll never get his memory back, it’s all gone.”
“Inthossi—Inthoss—”
“But true. Also, just by the way, it seems the butler has disappeared. John Howard Rumsey. Nowhere to be found. It’s begi
“Tough,” Mark said, not seeing any co
But Detective Cohan was not finished with his cheerful smiles and his bad news. “All in all, Mark,” he said, “it’s a good thing you spoke. Without you, we’d never have found that lodge, or you, or your friend Faulk’s name, or anything. Yes, sir, Mark, without you coming forward the way you did, the entire Monroe Hall kidnapping would have remained a complete mystery forever. I’ll send your lawyer in now, shall I?”