Read Shadows in the White City Online
Authors: Robert W. Walker
Two days later
Ransom felt a surge of emotion welling up inside when he awoke to a room full of people, his best friends. Jane Francis as herself held his hand, Gabby sat in a chair where she'd fallen asleep. Griffin stood on the other side of the
bed, nervously looking at the door as if about to make a break for it. Dr. Christian Fenger smiled down from the foot of his bed.
“Alastair, you've come back to us,” Christian said, his normally sad eyes smiling now.
“Thank God! You'd slipped into a coma,” Jane said, squeezing his hand.
Gabby awoke in a start amid the commotion. Tentative about speaking to the man she'd laid low, one eye still shut with sleepiness, she quietly said, “Mother never left your side, and she never gave up.”
“Is-sat righ', Jane?” Alastair managed to croak, dry-mouthed.
“Nothing anyone else wouldn't do,” Jane replied.
Gabby spoke for Jane. “She's talked to you in the last days more than she's talked to me in a month!”
“Welcome back to Chicago, Rance,” added Griffin.
Ransom could hardly swallow, let alone speak, as his mouth felt stuffed with a combination of cotton and glue. Jane helped him with a glass of water. Finally, he could swallow, and he said, “Thank you all forâ¦for being here. Either I'm in some sort of purgatory or this is Cook County?”
“You're going to take a few days to heal, Alastair,” said a stern Christian Fenger. “Do you understand? No more of these acrobatics of yours.”
“Yeah,” agreed Gabby, “and certainly not in our parlor!”
“If you want acrobatics, go to the Chinese pavilion at the fair,” agreed Griffin.
“I hear the French acrobats are on strike,” Alastair replied with a smirk, recalling how he had literally divedâafter being shotâto flatten Waldo Denton, and how he'd broken Jane's furniture.
“If there's a labor strike at the fair, you'd be the man to know it,” teased Griff.
Everyone laughed at this.
“And Waldo Denton?” asked Alastair. “Will he be spend
ing the rest of his miserable life behind bars, or will Kehoe go for a hanging? Perhaps they'll build a gallows for him at the bleeding fair! Or does Hiram think the poor unfortunate, misguided murdering youth far too sweet for a public hanging?”
Everyone had silenced at the mention of Denton. Griffin Drimmer had filled the others in on the recent decision to release the suspect, due to a lack of evidence against him.
Alastair looked queerly round the room, his eyes questioning. “What's become of Denton? Suicide? A cell-room drama? Did you have to shoot him? An escape attempt, Griff, what?”
“He's not,
ahhh
â¦Alastairâ¦we failed to ahhhâ¦that is Prosecutor Kehoe, that is to say that Hiramâ¦he would notâ”
“Confound it, man, spit it out!”
“Hiram refused to take it to a judge, and Denton wasâ”
“Released?” Alastair pulled himself up with every intention of getting out of bed, but Fenger and Drimmer sat on him, Christian calling for his attendants, Shanks and Gwinn, just outside the door, to help restrain Alastair, who kept repeating the single word, “Released? Released! But how? How in the world?”
When Gwinn and Shanks grabbed hold of Ransom, they did so with glee. Shoved away, the two women watched the attendants strap Alastair down. The big man on the bed hadn't a chance, but even so, he lashed out, kicked, and shouted, “Get your grubby, dirty grave-robbing ghouls off me, Christian! Christian!”
“You're damned determined to rip your stitches!” Fenger countered. “Now settle down or we'll have to keep those restraints on you!”
Alastair replied with his angry eyes that went from side to side, staring at his hands locked now in horse-hide straps. “You got me in one of your nutcase wards, Christian? Like I'm a candidate for your asylum?”
“Not at all, you fool! The restraints are on every bed in
emergency recovery. To keep you still, and to protect you from your worst enemy.”
“Some friend you turned out to be. And you, Griffin! How could you let this happen? You and that idiot Kehoe? And just how much input came from Nathan Kohler? This has got to be another of his nasty games to make me look incompetent.”
Griffin nervously said, “In fact, Alastair, they're holding hearings about your competence right now, and I stood up for you, gave you good marks!”
Ransom stared at his partner. “My
comeuppence
hearings, heh?”
“The jury's still out on you,” he warned.
Alastair raged. “Do you hear it, Jane?”
Jane pleaded for calm. “Your stitches.”
“Hang the stitches!”
“Your constitution, then, your stomach and peace of mind.”
“Hang it all! I catch a multiple murderer, and they let him go so that Nathan can nail me to the cross? The bastard!”
“I'm sorry, Rance,” countered Griff. “Did all I could, I tell you. I pleaded with Hiram Kehoe not to let Denton go, but in truth, there's very little to tie him to the killings save what is inside your head, Rance.”
“Did you search him for the weapon? The garrote?”
“Yes, and one was found butâ”
“But what? What else does Hiram want, damn it?”
“He said every criminal and prostitute in the city owns a garrote.”
“But the angle of the cut, how small we thought the killer was according to the undeniable angle of the cutâ¦all this we did not release to anyoneâand the two handprints?”
“I made a comparison of the handprints to Denton's,” said Fenger.
“And?”
“Inconclusive; couldn't say without a doubt that it was Denton's hand.”
“Maybe you need a new microscope?”
“Damn it, man. There were too many variables even under magnification.”
Griff added, “We can begin surveillance, build a case.”
“But the garrote! We have a case!”
“You yourself said the diamond garrote is fairly easy to purchase,” countered Griff. “Kehoe pulled forth three garroting wires, all three with double-wire crisscrossed centers. They're as easily had as pocketknives, cheap handguns, and opium.”
Alastair's consternation showed in his strained features. “Are you saying that the prosecutor determined that Denton is more likely a prostitute than a murderer?”
“On having interviewed Denton, he came to the conclusion that he might well be a male prostitute, yes, and he is not choosy as to which sex so long as he is paid his price.”
“Fast-talking weasel-bastard convinced Kehoe he's a harmless male prostitute?”
“My God,” interjected Jane, “if that's true, then what must Mr. Kehoe think of our having him in for tea?”
Ransom ignored this and spoke to Griffin. “At least Griff here knows we had in handâ
had
âthe right man before the fools turned him loose. May God blind me!”
“Well yes, I mean, hell yes⦔ sputtered Griff. “â¦did believe it firmly at the time when weâ¦whenâ”
“Did? Did believe it
when
? And when did you change your mind, and why?”
“I believe that you believe it with all the sincerity ofâ”
“Get out!”
“What?”
“Get out of here and take your sincerity garbage with you, Griffin; and whatever else you do, put in for a change of partners!”
“I will not, Rance. I tell you, I'm standing by you. God only knows why, but I want to help prove your side of it, and I will.”
“Do so, then, but do it
elsewhere
!” He yanked and fought
his restraints like a bull with its horns sheared to dull nubs.
Griffin, ever the shrewd one, sensed it time to leave, and he did so quietly and quickly. Shanks and Gwinn held vigil at the door like a pair of guards. “And you, Christian, how can you justify strapping me to a bed! If you won't untie me now, then take yourself and your two eunuchs off with you”âhe paused to catch his breathâ“and by damn, get the hell outta my sight.”
Jane immediately leaned in over him, literally in his face. “That is enough, Alastair Ransom!” she shouted. “This man saved your life with his hands and his skill, so you will not address him in that tone!”
“Jane, the man has a right to his anger,” countered Dr. Fenger. “After all, he's been hurt, along with his pride, shot and nearly killed in an effort to bring in a killer, and all for naught.”
“Of course, but stillâ”
“Imagine it,” continued Dr. Fenger, “if our friend here is correct about Denton? Then that foul-minded gargoyle is just biding his time before he
must
kill again to feed a satanic appetite.”
“Then you grasp my point!” said Alastair.
“Grasp it, yes, but you fail to grasp mine!”
“Which is?”
“Yes, murder has become his addiction, his obsession, but what of you?”
“What of me?”
“What of your obsession? Will it drive you to kill yourself, literally, here and now? Bed rest and attention to your wounds! That is called for. That is what you need to obsess on right now.”
“You can stop worrying about me. I'm fine!”
“Nonsense! If your wound were to go the way of gangreneâ” Fenger stopped, sighing. “Alastair, at your ageâ¦well then, Shanks and Gwinn will happily see you to your grave this time for sure.”
Ransom settled, no longer pulling at his restraints. “All right, remove these leather shackles of yours, Doctor, and you've my word.”
“Your word?”
“That I'll
not
make any attempt at finding my clothes.”
“I'm not so sure.”
“We're friends. Would I lie to a friend, Christian?”
“I cannot imagine you lying there unrestrained with so much venom pumping through that fevered brain,” replied Fenger, his eyes going from Ransom to Jane. “No, sorry, my friend. I'll not remove the restraints, not till I see a good measure more healing.”
“It's a nasty wound, Alastair,” added Jane.
“Come on, Christian!” he shouted at the doctor's back as Fenger goose-stepped from the room. “Christian! Live up to your bloody name! Christian! A little charity, if you will!”
Nothing. No turnaround, no slowing, no response.
“Jane, you'll listen to reason, won't you?”
“I am a reasonable person, and I think it time I took Gabrielle home. She's missed schooling over this, but first my daughter has something to say to you.”
He looked into Gabby's eyes, filled now with tears. “I am so sorry I fired on you. It just all happened so fast and, and, and⦔
“You frightened us to wit's end.” Jane pulled wrinkles from the sheet covering him, tucking it here and there. “But I had thought the gun unloaded.”
“I might've killed you,” continued Gabby, gasping, “just whenâ¦just when I was beginning to like you.”
“It's all right, child. As the bard says, âAll's well that ends well.'”
“But it hasn't ended well. You are seriously injured. You may have pain in your innards for the rest of your life due to this injury. You may walk with a limp.”
“I already do.”
“A more pronounced limp, then. Just please know that I am dreadfully, terribly, horribly sorry, and I did not mean to fire. It just went off.”
“I understand. I suppose a bit more caution on entering was called for, after all. Like diving into a hot springs without knowing enough about it. Entirely my fault, Gabby, and none of your own.”
She reached over and hugged him, still tearful. He did not know how to react, but said, “Had I the use of my arms, I'd hug you.”
This made Gabby erupt, bawling.
“It's all rightâ¦it's all rightâ¦it's all right, Gabby, dear.”
“You are a fine man, no matter the stories people tell,” she replied.
He laughed lightly and this hurt too. “Tell no one! And, Gabby, will you be the one to loose myâ”
“Do not ask it of her!” Jane's face flushed red with anger. “It is not fair to play on her guilt, and you well know it, Alastair Ransom.”
“It's all right, Mother. I'm not about to go against Dr. Fenger's wishes.” Do you take me for a fool?”
Jane reached out to Gabby, but Gabby rushed for the door.
“Whatever you do, steer clear of that Waldo Denton!” shouted Ransom to Gabby's back as she rushed out. He then glared at Jane. “Do you have any idea the danger Gabby is in so long as that maniac lunatic is walking free?”
“Alastair! Just stop it!”
“What?”
“I won't release you from this bed any more than Christianânot before it's time.”
“But Jane, I must beâ”
“You know very well more surgical patients die of infections afterward than from surgery!”
Jane's final stern comment acted as a signal to Christian's two ghouls, Shanks and Gwinn, who left the room now.
Alastair could hear their scratchy, crowlike mutterings and hyena laughter trailing after.
“I can't abide those two anymore than you,” she confided.
“Yeahâ¦they're like a pair of grim bookends. How could you allow them to put me into that meat wagon of theirs?”
“Speed was of the essence.”
“Speed in the back of that thing can kill, trust me!” He realized his tone had hurt her. He softened, adding, “Heyâ¦thanks.”
“For what?”
“Saving my life.”
“I had my daughter's future to think of.”
“And perhaps ours?”
She blushed.
“Now undo these damnable straps.”
“No.”
“Butâ”
“End of argument, Inspector Ransom.”
The following day in Ransom's hospital room
“Now that we're alone and out of earshot of everyone
, Jane,” Alastair whispered, “please, undo Christian's damned horse cinches.” He pulled at the hospital bed restraints.
“Alastairâ¦please.”
“What do you say? I promise I'll not go for my clothes.”
“Then you'd run out and down the avenue naked. I know you by now, Alastair Ransom.”
“I'd never insinuate my nudity on the public.”
“I'm sure.”
“Jane, if ever you cared a wit about me, and since you have not left my side for a moment, from the opening cut till nowâyes, I heard you there in the operating theater dressing down McKinnette for doing a botched job of the anesthetic.”
“You were dreaming. No such thing happened.”
“But it seemed so real.”
She laughed. “Imagine a woman with no standing in the hospital or the college telling a Chicago doctor how to do his job! Horror of horrors!”
“You did so, as Dr. Tewes.”
“Preposterousâa phrenologist telling an anesthesiologist what to do during an operation.”
Uncanny,
she thought, as she'd wanted to do exactly thatâhad thought itâbut she'd held herself in check.
“Are you of the same mind as Griff? Regarding Denton being the murderer?”
“Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, flesh for flesh? If we all lived by that rule of ancient times, where would civilization be now, Alastair?”
“Then you think I am drunk on vengeance?”
“It has crossed my mind. After all, Waldo Denton hardly looks capable of multiple murder of a hand-to-hand nature.”
“Nonsense, Jane, even a petite woman like you could kill with a garrote, and it was no coincidence that Denton attacked and killed Gabby's boyfriend.”
“You'll not terrify me into untying you.”
“Then it'd be a useless exercise for me to again ask that you remove the restraints?”
“I'd say so, yes.”
“You fear my pursuing Denton?”
“When you are healed and stronger, but not nowâ¦not in a weakened state of mind and body. Whatever you decide, it should be done when you're fully recovered, a hundred percent.”
“I feel just fine now. Please, undo the straps.”
She feared doing so, feared he'd come up like a shark, tearing at everyone in his path, and what would become of him in the bargain? She thought of the old fairytale of the beauty and the beast.
“Do it for me,” he said.
She moved her hands to the strap closest to her.
“Undo it.”
“Will you kill Denton when everyone thinks him your
mistake
?”
“Do you have an opinion of Waldo Denton? An impression?”
“The night he came to the house, the night you were shot, Iâ¦we talked, and I convinced him to sit for a phrenological examination.”
“All while he had me chasing phantoms at the fair.”
“Alastair, I've never touched a more quivering bundle of nervous energy in my entire practice.”
“Which tells you what?”
“That he feared meâ
ahhh,
actually Dr. Tewes.”
“He thought you the doctor?”
“I was on my way out to a call, but then I didn't want to leave Gabby alone with him.”
“Aha! So, you did think him a deviant!”
“Not deviant but troubled. The feeling I got from him wasâ¦I don't knowâ¦a mind that never stops planning, working, ticking?”
“You mean plotting, I think.”
“A con artist, crossed my mind.”
“Plotting your and Gabby's murder.”
“I didn't get that, Alastair, no.”
“But you said you got aâ¦a confused mind. Suppose he is right this moment plotting your death or rather the death of Dr. Tewes? Suspicious and unnerved by your mind-reading act, that the great Tewes might unmask him?”
“That's just such a stretch.”
“And Gabby? Take no chances. You must get her and yourself out of the city, unless you undo these bindings!”
“I got some anger during the reading, but murdering Gabby was not coming through.”
“My Godâ¦then it is Tewes he's after! Don't you see?”
“Due to my readings of the earlier victim's skull? Wellâ¦at least someone âbelieves'!”
“Yes, the last one you want to believe! Jane, it's so clear now. He's been sniffing about Gabby to test Tewes, to learn if youâTewesâis a fraud or the genuine article, capable of seeing into the Invisible World and straight through his lies and secrets using your pseudoscience of phrenology.”
“IâI did come away with some fear of the young man.”
“Aha!”
“Not for myself but for Gabby. After, the sitting, I pulled her aside.”
“Yes? Go on.”
“And I made the mistake of asking her to get rid of him.”
“And her response was to sit him down to tea?”
“I was in the process of talking him out the door when she guided him in for tea.”
“She can be contrary.”
“Moments after this, moments after, you charged in, Gabby shot you, and I feared Griffin might shoot her. By the way, you owe me for two kicked-in doors, two ruined locks, and a demoralized French parlor table.” She paused, taking a deep breath, holding firm to his huge hand. “Frankly, I felt something strangely odd about that young man from the moment he walked in with Gabby's umbrella.”
“Gabby's umbrella?”
“She'd left it in his cab.”
“So he seized the opportunity.”
“I'd seen him hanging about the house before, in that cab of his, but I'd thought nothing of it.”
“He counts on his invisibility,” replied Ransom, a grunt of pain escaping him. “And the gun that was so ready at hand? Would you care to explain that?”
“Yesâ¦the gun that shot you.”
“Guns do not in and of themselves shoot people.”
“All rightâ¦OK. I had excused myself. Retrieved it, placed it on the table so that he could clearly see it.”
“Then you did feel threatened by him?”
“Absolutely, but he'd done nothing overt to warrant my fears, and I did not want to alarm Gabby. I told them both there'd been a prowler at the back door.”
“Don't tell meâBosch?”
“Well, no. I lied.”
“Then you came back as Jane with the gun because you suspected something dangerous about Denton?”
“Nothing I can put my finger on. Just eerie, creepy, odd,
awkwardâ¦nothing you could use in a court of law anymore than you might use phrenology or magnetismâor your cop's intuition for that matter.”
“So it was you this time who hauled out the weapon and not Gabby?”
“Yes, butâ¦but all the time, I thought it unloaded as usual. I hadn't the slightest idea, and had I known, I would've emptied it, and youâ¦you wouldn't be on your back strapped down to this bed like aâ”
“Like some sort of wild boar ready for the pit?”
“I was about to say like a prisoner.”
“Aye, that too.” He paused and with his left hand locked in the leather bracelet at her breast, Ransom's finger stretched to touch her there. She responded with a little gasp, then leaned in over him and they kissed.
He did not understand it, but being helpless and unable to put his arms around her while she passionately kissed him over many times, made him want her the more. “Lock the door,” he whispered in her ear.
“What?”
“It's a private room Christian's given me.”
“You want to test just how private?”
“Do it.”
She went to the door, closed and locked it.
She made love to him while in the restraints, and it was the best lovemaking he'd ever known, as Jane Francis turned it into a sensuous dance, a dance of light and life and wonder. No woman had ever made him feel so unreservedly wanted before.
Their passion consumed them, blotting out all but their mutual caresses, although his were limited to lips and eyes. Their mutual kisses and movements seemed of one mind, one body. When she finished, Jane fell into him, sated, without ever removing her skirt.
After a moment's tidying up, her cheeks flushed, Jane became all business againâthe doctor. She examined his bandages and found a good result. “You didn't break your
stitches,” she informed him. “Had you not been strapped downâ”
“You'd have not found me so attractive? You do like taking control.”
“There is that, but I was pointing out that you may well've broken your stitches and opened that horrid wound.”
“I like you, Janeâ¦I like your touch, the way you smell, your hair. The only thing I don't like about you is when you are that man Tewes!”
“Hey, that
man
feeds my family.”
“All right, touché.” He returned to his bonds. “Since you've determined rigorous exercise has not ripped my wound open, it can do no harm if you let me up from this
confounded
bed.”
“But I like you
tied
to the bed.”
“Jane, please.”
“Why? So you can go shoot down Denton? Make it look like an accident?”
“Why do you think so ill of me that I would kill a man in bushwhack fashion?”
“Things I've heard all my life.”
“All your life? About me?”
“You really don't remember me as a child, do you?”
“No. I am sorry, but I do not.”
“But my father, Dr. Francis. He was well known even then.”
“I'm sorry. As I saidâ¦my childhood was bitterâ¦too bitter to store away as memory.”
“That's soâ¦so sad. And when you were out of your head with fever, you said something about a stillborn child.”
“My twin at birth. One of us died, one lived.”
“I am so terribly sorry.”
“It's really quite all right now. I tell people my parents attempted to drown me at birth because I was not the other one.” He lightly laughed at this. “Other times, I tell people that no one in the family knew which of us died in the
womb, but it sure as hell wasn't me.” He laughed again.
She realized his laughter and jokes covered his true feelings of guilt. She hugged him to her. “Do you ever⦔
“Visit his grave?” He avoided her eyes.
“Yes.”
“Noâ¦not since it was moved.”
“The grave was moved?”
“Along with hundreds to make way for Lincoln Park.”
“Stillâ¦perhaps you should make an effort. I'd go with.”
Instead of answering, he whispered, “Undo me.”
“I thought I had.”
“I am speaking of the cuffs.”
“All right, if you
promise
to do nothing foolish, and remember your promise to Dr. Fenger.”
“You
were
on hand when he operated, weren't you?”
“I was.” She loosed his left hand, and it went to her cheek, caressing her. They again kissed. A long, lazy, dreamy, indolent kiss, fully alive with passion on both sides. She was petite enough that he hefted her atop him again with one hand. But even as he held her, his left hand went about her waist to the second strap, and he undid himself while they continued kissing.
In an instant, she felt both his hands wrap round her and squeeze her into him. “It feels so good, so right.
“You feel good atop me.” He smoothed her cheek with his hand.
“And you feel good below me.”
“But I have to go now.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
“To work?”
“To work.”
“Despite doctor's orders?”
“Despite, yes.”
“You will be careful?”
“Yesâ¦I will. I have a reason to take care now.”
She kissed him again. “Yes, you do, so be careful and watch your back.”
“Where Chief Kohler stands ever present?”
“I should say so.”
“As you once said, he fears me.”
“Passionately so. It is eating him alive.”
“Which says he does indeed have something to hide.”
“R-regarding the Haymarket bomb?”
He eased Jane over the edge of the bed now and stood her up like a child's toy. She acquiesced, sensing his need. He remained true to form. Like a bear, he might hibernate best in his own lair, and he felt most uncomfortable here. She kissed him good-bye with a slight admonition. “Do notâplease do not overexert yourself, and please kill no one, and please, if for any unforeseen reason that something should happen, I had nothing whatsoever to do with loosening your bonds.”
“A bargain it is.”
“A bargain with Ransom, I fear, may be a bargain with the Devil.”
“Then kiss the Devil once more.”
She did so. “Promise me you will see me regularly to treat you.”
“Absolutely. I promise.”
Jane watched him dress, and she winced each time he gasped in pain. She knew he'd not heed any further warnings. With mixed feelings, she watched him disappear from the room, fearing she'd made a terrible mistake in allowing Alastair his freedom. But the man was, after all, all about freedom.
Two weeks laterâ¦
Alastair Ransom stood on the corner of Lincoln Avenue where it met Lake Michigan, where an entire cemetery had been uprooted and moved for the common good, to make
way for the sprawling Lincoln Park, now a common green stretching out before the oceanlike vistas of Lake Michigan. In fact, Alastair stood very near to where his brother's grave had once been. Beyond the point where the rocks had been laid as a breaker, in the distance beyond, stood the world's largest lit-up amusement wheelâMr. Ferris's wheel rising hundreds of feet into the night sky, a beacon and a marker for the northernmost section of the great fair where the crowds continued to flock daily and nightly. South along the lakefront stood the grand fairway running down the center of the World's Columbian Exposition like a concrete spine.