Shuffling through his notes, Pinkerton did not look up. 'To begin with, his name is not Herman H. Holmes. His real name is Herman Webster Mudgett. He has one of the most unsavoury backgrounds I have ever come across. There exists evidence that Dr Holmes has been a forger, bigamist, horse-thief, mad scientist, swindler – and possibly, quite possibly, most likely although not yet proved, a Bluebeard of sorts, a compulsive murderer.'
Minna trembled. 'I can't believe it. He's gentle, mild, and as a physician most professional. Are you sure of your data, Mr Pinkerton?'
'Judge for yourself.' He began to read from his notes, actually skimming the notes and giving Minna his findings in abbreviated form. 'At eighteen, Holmes eloped with the daughter of a well-off New Hampshire farmer. His new wife paid his tuition to study medicine at a small college. Then he transferred to the medical school at the University of Michigan. A student friend who carried life insurance worth $12,500, and who worked with Holmes and named him the beneficiary, soon disappeared. Holmes then abandoned his wife and moved to the state of New York. He boarded with a farmer, seduced the farmer's wife, left her pregnant and dropped from sight. He next turned up in Chicago, where he bigamously married one Myrtle Belknap, twice tried to poison her father, then fled to St Louis. He became friends with Benjamin Pietzel, a swindler. He came back to Chicago, changed his name to Holmes, and posed as an inventor. He escaped from his work leaving $9,000 in debts. He bought the building he now lives in on Wallace and Sixty-third streets and remodelled it as a hotel for the World's Fair. Many of his guests were never seen again. One was Julia Connor, along with her eight-year-old daughter. Mrs Connor had left her husband to become Holmes's mistress – before she vanished. Travelling to Texas, Holmes met Minnie Williams, who, with her sister Nannie, owned property worth $75,000. Holmes disposed of it and ran off with the cash. There followed other women in his life, including Emily Van Tassel and Emeline Cigrand. All eventually disappeared. Holmes brought his friend Pietzel from St Louis to take care of the house. Eventually Pietzel was found dead. Perhaps Pietzel had made the mistake of taking out life insurance, with Holmes as the beneficiary. Visiting Denver, Holmes married Georgianne Yoke, even though he already had two wives. Then came others -'
Agitated, Minna held up her hand. 'Don't tell me any more. Do you think he murdered all those people who disappeared?'
'What do you think, Miss Everleigh?'
Minna was more agitated than ever. Her voice quavered. 'I… I think I've made a horrible mistake. I allowed my niece Cathleen and her friend Karen Grant to move in with Dr Holmes yesterday, until I could find them adequate hotel lodgings.'
Pinkerton's frown deepened. 'Your niece and Miss Grant are staying with Dr Holmes?'
'Yes, I'm afraid so. The Everleigh Club was temporarily closed down, and I was having trouble finding accommodation for Cathleen and Karen. Dr Holmes volunteered to take them in. How could I know that he might be a monster, a -?'
'You didn't know,' said Pinkerton. 'Now we must try to get them back, if it's not too late.'
'I've already sent Cathleen's fiance and my nephew to Dr Holmes's residence to bring them back here.'
Pinkerton shook his head. 'I'm sure he'll turn them away. He'll say the women left and he doesn't know where they went. The young men won't get anywhere. Miss Everleigh, this is a matter for the police. Let me use your telephone immediately.'
Minna nodded dumbly, and Pinkerton reached for the phone and told the operator to connect him with the main police station.
Once connected, Pinkerton told Captain Zubukovic, who answered, that he had to speak to Chief of Police Francis O'Neill at once.
'I'm sorry, sir. The chief is out for the next few hours. Can I help?'
'This is an emergency,' said Pinkerton. 'I'm sure you can help.'
'What's on your mind?'
Quickly, after introducing himself, Pinkerton told Captain Zubukovic what he had learned about Dr Herman Holmes,
and about the two women whose lives might be endangered. 'I think you should rush a squad of police to the Holmes residence – Holmes might do something homicidal.'
'Do you have evidence that Dr Holmes is a murderer?'
'Circumstantial evidence, but extremely convincing.'
'Not enough for me to act on just on the basis of a telephone call,' said the captain. 'I suggest you come right over and show me your evidence. I'd have to see for myself before I could order a raid.'
'The delay might make it too late.'
'Mr Pinkerton, I can't do any more without a go-ahead from the chief. I suggest you come right over here with your file.'
'I'm on my way,' said Pinkerton, hanging up. He came to his feet with surprising agility. 'Miss Everleigh, there's not a minute to lose. I can only pray your Alan and Bruce have some luck with Dr Holmes. Otherwise, I can't vouch for the lives of Cathleen and Karen.'
With that, Pinkerton rushed out of the room.
Minna remained immobilized in her chair, paralysed with fear.
In his bedroom in the Castle, Dr Holmes awakened late in the morning.
His bedside clock told him it was just before eleven o'clock. Lying in bed, he wondered if his guests were awake yet.
Yesterday evening, after taking them from the Everleigh Club, Holmes had driven Cathleen and Karen in his Packard to the Saratoga Restaurant and Oyster House for a lavish dinner.
A lavish dinner because he wanted to soften them, fatten them up, for the following day.
Now it was that day, and Holmes felt euphoric, relishing the possibilities the day offered.
Leaving his bed, he contemplated the joys immediately ahead. He would make love to each of them separately, two virgins he was sure. That would be memorable. If rejected by them, he would gas and kill them, and dismember each, which was a sexual thrill in itself.
Having finished his dressing, and touching up his attire, he reached into a drawer of the bedside table, where his Colt.45 lay always loaded. He did not think he would need it, but just in case one of the women panicked or resisted, the gun would be useful to have on hand.
Shoving the Colt into a pocket of his jacket, he left his room and headed for Cathleen's bedroom on the second floor. He had decided that Cathleen would be the first. He guessed that she was more pliant and would give in more quickly.
The night before, he had locked her door from the outside – just to be sure she would not go wandering about, getting into trouble.
Now he unlocked her door and went inside.
Cathleen was buttoning the waist of her skirt.
'Oh,' she gasped. 'I didn't expect you to walk in like this.'
'I was sure you'd be up and about,' he said, taking a chair. He observed her. She was small, dainty, genteel. He was positive that she would be a delightful bed companion. 'Cathleen,' he said. 'You needn't bother to finish dressing.'
She seemed startled, and paused in her buttoning. 'What do you mean?'
'I mean that I know your wedding is off. You don't have a man. You should have one to pleasure you. You're a free woman now, and you can do whatever you want. I thought you might want me.'
Her hands dropped limply to her sides as she stared at him. 'What are you talking about?'
'I'm talking about having you undress and get back into bed. I'll join you. A man of my experience can make you very happy.'
'How dare you!' she burst out.
'You were going to give yourself to that young Armbruster boy-'
'He was going to marry me.'
'I'm ready to marry you too,' said Holmes.
'Are you insane? I don't want to marry you. I don't even know you. I only know what my Aunt Minna told me, that you were a gentleman. I see she was wrong.'
'Well, you don't have to marry me. Just go to bed with me.'
