showed you all the evidence I'd gathered against Holmes, you agreed to come here with me to see if the ladies were safe.'
The chief of police bobbed his head. 'I agreed to this because you had some suspicion that Dr Holmes might be up to no good. However, you had no solid proof, Mr Pinkerton, that Holmes was a murderer. A scoundrel, yes, but no absolute evidence that he was a killer.'
'You heard Bruce tell you what he was witness to,' Pinkerton argued. 'I say that's more than enough evidence that he's a murderer.'
Bruce broke in. 'If Holmes lives, I'll swear in court that he planned to kill Karen and Cathleen. Until then, Chief, the rest of us would like to get right back to the Everleigh Club.'
The chief of police shook his head. 'I'm afraid you can't do that, Mr Lester,' he said. 'You took the law in your own hands when you attacked Dr Holmes. There is still not a shred of concrete evidence that Dr Holmes ever committed murder or ever intended to. Unless we can find such proof, you may be involved in a crime, young man. Your partner as well. That is, if Dr Holmes dies.'
'The whole thing is absurd,' said Bruce.
'It's anything but absurd,' the chief countered. 'If we can prove that Dr Holmes is indeed a murderer, you'll have no problem.' He surveyed the room. 'But I don't see any corpses around.'
Karen pushed forward. 'When Cathleen and I were locked in here, I searched for some way to escape. There was none. But over there in the floor I did find what may be two trap doors. You'd better see where they lead.'
Chief of Police O'Neill beckoned to his three officers. 'Captain Zubukovic, let the lady show you where she thinks she saw some trap doors. If they exist, remove them and find out where they take you.'
As Karen walked towards the chamber with the policemen, the chief turned to Bruce.
'Unless they lead to real evidence that Dr Holmes is a murderer, you're in trouble.'
While waiting for the outcome of the search down the trap doors, they all sat in the doctor's office.
Pinkerton sat with Chief O'Neill, going through a file of notes on his investigation of Dr Holmes.
Bruce and Alan sat huddled with Karen and Cathleen, struggling to make conversation about the wedding, and about Minna and Aida and the restored Everleigh Club. The talk was mostly intermittent. Bruce and Alan were plainly worried by the turn of events, and the unfairness of the chief's interpretation of the law.
At one point Bruce addressed himself to the chief of police and to Pinkerton. 'I wonder what's happening?' he asked.
'Maybe nothing,' said the chief. 'Or maybe something. We should know any minute.'
The chief went back to Pinkerton. Bruce and Alan continued their conversation with Karen and Cathleen, trying as best they could to reassure the shaken women that they were really safe and could relax at last.
It was more than an hour before the three policemen, somewhat dusty and dirtied, finally reappeared. All three came out of the airtight room, crossed the central hall, and came into the office.
Everyone instantly fell silent. All eyes were on the police.
Chief O'Neill spoke first. 'What did you find, Captain Zubukovic?'
'Miss Grant was right,' said Zubukovic. 'There were two trap doors in the floor. One led to a narrow staircase that Dr Holmes obviously used to descend into a basement-level room. The other trap door opened on to a chute, a kind of slippery slide by which human bodies were dropped into that basement.'
'Human bodies?' repeated Chief O'Neill. 'What gives you that idea?' He added with emphasis, 'I want facts, not fantasies.'
'I have facts, Chief,' said Zubukovic. 'You want to hear what we found in the basement?'
'Tell me,' said the chief.
'We found an operating table – blood has been washed off but some still exists in patches – upon which Dr Holmes apparently dismembered the bodies of his gassed victims. There is a vat with traces of quicklime. It looks as though Dr Holmes dipped his dismembered victims into it.'
Chief of Police O'Neill interrupted with annoyance. 'All speculation, Captain. I told you I wanted facts.'
'Then,' Zubukovic resumed doggedly, 'we found a huge furnace. A huge one. Big enough so I could step inside. I counted twenty-seven skulls, and the worst tangle of charred ribs, pelvic bones, thigh bones, shin bones and other human remains – it's too gruesome to go any further.'
Chief of Police O'Neill was standing. 'Twenty-seven human skulls,' he echoed with disbelief. 'Twenty- seven?'
'Precisely,' said Zubukovic. 'That's how many we sorted and counted. Most of them women, I'd guess. That doctor probably tricked them into coming here, then tried to take advantage of them. I imagine he gassed them whether he had his way or not, then dissolved the bodies, cut them up, and cremated the pieces. That's the truth, Chief. You should see for yourself. Miss Lester and Miss Grant are lucky to be alive.'
Chief of Police O'Neill stood silently, contemplating what he had heard.
Suddenly the telephone on the desk rang. The chief seemed to rouse himself out of a state of shock. He stepped towards the desk to take up the telephone.
'Officer Sorenson at the County Hospital,' a voice announced.
The chief said, 'This is O'Neill. What about Dr Holmes? Is he still alive or did he die?'
'He's alive, sir. A skull fracture. They can fix him up.'
'They'd better,' said the chief of police. 'I want him in good shape when he's tried and sentenced to the gallows.'
His narrowed eyes lingered on Cathleen and Karen. Then they shifted to Bruce and Alan.
His gaze holding on the two young men, the chief said loudly and distinctly, 'We'll put Holmes on trial as soon as he's well enough. I'll send in our forensic experts to identify the remains.' He paused, and grinned. 'You're free, Bruce, to go to the Everleigh Club – in fact all of you are free. Minna and Aida will be relieved to see you. And, adding my thanks, so am I.'
Bruce drove Minna's Ford to 2131 South Dearborn Street and parked it in the reserved place in front of the Everleigh Club.
While Alan helped Cathleen out of the car, Bruce assisted Karen to the sidewalk. Together they hurried up the steps leading into the Everleigh Club.
As they hastened through the Club's entrance, they saw rainbows of flowers reflected in gleaming mirrors. Cathleen, Karen, Alan, and Bruce were met by Minna and Aida, who had stationed themselves in the foyer to await their return.
The moment that Minna set eyes upon the new arrivals, her face lit up with relief and joy.
She rushed forward to fling her arms around Cathleen, and then around Karen.
'You're alive, you're safe!' Minna exclaimed. 'Aida and I were desperate when Mr Pinkerton told us about Dr Holmes's background. We'd been waiting on pins and needles for some word that you were alive. Thank heavens Bruce telephoned.'
'They're alive,' Bruce said, 'but it was close, very close, I can tell you that.'
'What happened?' Aida wanted to know. 'Did Dr Holmes make advances to you?'
'Yes, he made advances to Karen and me,' answered Cathleen, 'and when we rejected him, he was ready to kill us. We were rescued at the last minute by Alan and Bruce. Tell my aunts about it, Alan.'
Alan gestured to Bruce. 'I'm still too shaky to be very articulate. I think Bruce can do a better job of it.'
'It was pretty awful, and it was nip and tuck with the girls' lives. I'll make it brief. Here is what happened.'
Quickly, Bruce recounted what had taken place at Holmes's Castle, from the time he and Alan had come calling to the terrible moments when they had prevented Holmes from gassing Cathleen and Karen.
'We knocked him unconscious,' concluded Bruce, 'and after we pulled the girls out of that death chamber of his, we carried him into it, sealed it, and held him there until Chief of Police O'Neill and Pinkerton arrived. The chief was concerned that Alan and I had taken the law into our own hands without proof – actual proof – that Dr Holmes had ever done harm to anyone.'
'But then the police found proof, in the basement, that Dr Holmes was a lunatic killer,' added Alan.
Bruce was nodding his head. 'Aunt Minna, Aunt Aida, the police found the remains of twenty-seven bodies in his basement.'
Aida covered her face. 'Twenty-seven bodies,' she said, shuddering.
