He had learned many things about himself on this momentous day-that he was more spontaneous than he had ever before realized, that he was willing to make grievous short-term sacrifices for long-term gain, that he was bold and daring-but perhaps the most important lesson was that he was a more sensitive person than he'd previously perceived himself to be and that this sensitivity, while admirable, was liable to undo him unexpectedly and at inconvenient times.
To Dr. Parkhurst, Vanadium said, 'In my work, I see lots of people who've just lost loved ones. None of them has ever puked like Vesuvius.'
'It's an uncommon reaction,' the physician acknowledged, 'but not so uncommon as to be rare.'
'Could he have taken something to make himself vomit?'
Parkhurst sounded genuinely perplexed. 'Why on earth would he do that?'
'To fake acute nervous emesis.'
Still pretending sleep, Junior delighted in the realization that the detective himself had dragged a red herring across the trail and was now busily following this distracting scent.
Vanadium continued in his characteristic drone, a tone at odds with the colorful content of his speech: 'A man takes one look at his wife's body, starts to sweat harder than a copulating hog, spews like a frat boy at the end of a long beer-chugging contest, and chucks till he chucks up blood-that's not the response of your average murderer.'
'Murder? They say the railing was rotten.'
'It was. But maybe that's not the whole story. Anyway, we know the usual poses these guys strike, the attitudes they think are deceptive and clever. Most of them are so obvious, they might as well just stick their willy in a light socket and save us a lot of trouble. This, however, is a new approach. Tends to make you want to believe in the poor guy.'
'Hasn't the sheriff's department already reached a determination of accidental death?' Parkhurst asked. 'They're good men, good cops, every last one of them,' said Vanadiuin, 'and if they've got more pity in them than I do, that's a virtue, not a shortcoming. What could Mr. Cain have taken to make himself vomit?'
Listening to you long enough would do it, Junior thought.
Parkhurst protested: 'But if the sheriffs department thinks it's an accident'
'You know how we operate in this state, Doctor. We don't waste 'A energy fighting over jurisdiction. We cooperate. The sheriff can de not to put a lot of his limited resources into this, and no one will blame him. He can call it an accident and close the case, and he won't get his hackles up if we, at the state level, still want to poke around a little.
Even though the detective was on the wrong track, Junior was beginning to feel aggrieved. As any good citizen, he was willing, even eager to cooperate with responsible policemen who conducted their investigation by the book. This Thomas Vanadium, however, in spite of his monotonous voice and drab appearance, gave off the vibes of a fanatic.
Any reasonable person would agree that the line between legitimate and harassment was hair-thin.
Vanadium asked Jim Parkhurst, 'Isn't there something called ipecac?'
'Yes. The dried root of a Brazilian plant, the ipecacuanha. It induces vomiting with great effectiveness. The active ingredient is a powdered white alkaloid called emetine.'
This is an over-the-counter drug, isn't it?'
'Yes. In syrup form. It's a good item for your home medicine chest, in case your child ever swallows poison and you need to purge it from him quickly.'
Could have used a bottle of that myself last November.'
'You were poisoned?'
In that slow, flat delivery with which Junior was becoming increasingly impatient, Detective Vanadium said, 'We all were, Doctor. It was another election year, remember? More than once during that campaign, I could've chugged ipecac. What else would work if I wanted to have a good vomit?'
'Well? apomorphine hydrochloride.'
'Harder to get than ipecac.'
'Yes. Sodium chloride will work, too. Common salt. Mix enough of it with water, and it's generally effective.'
'Harder to detect than ipecac or apomorphine hydrochloride.'
'Detect?' Parkhurst asked.
'In the spew.'
'In the vomitus, you mean?'
'Sorry. I forgot we're in polite company. Yes, I mean in the vomitus.
'Well, the lab could detect abnormally high salt levels, but that wouldn't matter in court. He could say he ate a lot of salty foods.'
'Salt water would be too cumbersome anyway. He'd have to drink a lot of it shortly before he heaved, but he was surrounded by cops with good reason to keep an eye on him. Does ipecac come in capsule form?'
'I suppose anyone could fill some empty gelatin capsules with the syrup,' said Parkhurst. 'But-' 'Roll your own, so to speak. Then he could palm a few of them, swallow 'em without water, and the reaction would be delayed maybe long enough, until the capsules dissolved in his stomach.'
The affable physician sounded as though he was at last beginning to find the detective's unlikely theory and persistent questioning to be tedious. 'I seriously doubt that a dose of ipecac would produce such a violent response as in this case-not pharyngeal hemorrhage, for God's sake. Ipecac is a safe product.'
'If he took triple or quadruple the usual dose-'
'Wouldn't matter,' Parkhurst insisted. 'A lot has pretty much the same effect as a little. You can't overdose, because what it does is make you throw up, and when you throw up, you purge yourself of the ipecac along with everything else.'
'Then, whether a little or a lot, it'll be in his spew. Excuse me, his vomitus.'
'If you're expecting the hospital to provide a sample of the ejecta, I'm afraid-'
'Ejecta?'
'The vomitus.'
Vanadium said, 'I'm an easily confused layman, Doctor. If we can't stick to one word for it, I'm just going to go back to spew.'
'The paramedics will have disposed of the contents of the emesis basin if they used one. And if there were soiled towels or sheeting, they might already have been laundered.'
'That's all right,' Vanadium said. 'I bagged some at the scene.'
'Bagged?'
'As evidence.'
Junior felt unspeakably violated. This was outrageous: the inarguably personal, very private contents of his stomach, scooped into a plastic evidence bag, without his permission, without even his knowledge.
What next, a stool sample pried out of him while he was knocked unconscious by morphine? This barf gathering surely was in violation of the Constitution of the United States, a clear contravention of the guarantee against self-incrimination, a slap in the face of justice, a violation of the rights of man.
He had not, of course, taken ipecac or any other emetic, so they would find no evidence to use against him. He was angry, nonetheless, as a matter of principle.
Perhaps Dr. Parkhurst, too, was disturbed by this fascistic and fanatical spew sampling, because he became brusque. 'I have a few appointments to keep. By the time I make evening rounds, I expect Mr. Cain to be conscious, but I'd rather you didn't disturb him until tomorrow.'
Instead of responding to the physician's request, Vanadium said,
'One more question, Doctor. If it was acute nervous emesis, as you suggest, wouldn't there have been another cause besides his anguish over the traumatic loss of his wife?'
'I can't imagine any more-obvious source of extreme anxiety.'
'Guilt,' said the detective. 'If he killed her, wouldn't an overwhelming sense of guilt be as likely as anguish to cause acute nervous emesis?'
'I couldn't say with any confidence. None of my degrees is in psychology.'
'Humor me with an educated guess, Doctor.'
