Irving Wallace - The Golden Room

'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.'

'No, never! Not in a million years! Wait till Aunt Minna hears this.'

Calmly, Dr Holmes came to his feet. 'Your Aunt Minna is never going to hear this. If you reject me, you're going to be dead.'

'Dead?' Cathleen whispered hollowly. 'Surely you're teasing me, joking.'

'Dead,' Holmes repeated, 'unless you comply. I'll give you a few minutes to think about it. I'm going to see Karen next. I'm sure she's more sensible.'

Turning his back on Cathleen, he left the bedroom, shut the door, and carefully locked it.

He walked down the hall to the other bedroom. He unlocked it and stepped inside.

Karen was seated in an easy chair, fully dressed, legs crossed, tapping one foot angrily. 'So here you are,' she said. 'What in the devil do you mean locking me into this bedroom? I wanted to get out for a breath of fresh air. I thought you were our host, not our warden.'

Holmes smiled. 'I'm not your host, whatever Minna Ever-leigh may think.'

'Just tell me what you want and let me out of here.'

'You, I want you,' said Dr Holmes. 'That's what I want. You've been a virgin too long. I want to make you a woman.'

Karen came to her feet. 'You'd have to rape me to accomplish that.'

Dr Holmes rose slowly, clearly offended. 'I've never contemplated rape, never. I can't imagine forcing myself on a female. I've never done that in my life.'

'Then let me out of here immediately!'

'I couldn't do that either,' said Holmes softly. 'I want you. If I can't have you, no one else shall. What I'm offering you, Karen, is an affirmation of life. Otherwise I can offer you only death.'

She met his burning eyes. 'I think you actually mean that.'

'I've meant it before.'

'You're an absolute madman! I'm getting out of here!'

As she tried to pass him, Dr Holmes roughly grabbed her and spun her around in a violent lurch.

She looked at him, frightened.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the Colt.45. 'You're going nowhere except where I tell you to go. Right now we're going to Cathleen's room to join her. She's expecting me. Get out into the hall and turn left.'

Waving his gun at Karen, he forced her out of the room. Then, prodding her with the metal gun, he marched her up the hall to Cathleen's bedroom. There, gun trained on Karen, he unlocked the door and pushed it open.

Cathleen was seated on the foot of the bed, very still, stricken. The sight of the gun at Karen's back made her recoil.

Holmes gestured Karen into the bedroom, and commanded her to sit beside Cathleen.

'All right, the two of you,' Dr Holmes said in a low voice, 'last chance.'

'Why are you doing this?' Karen asked weakly.

'Because I made a proposal to the two of you,' he answered, 'and if I freed you – well, you could be witnesses against me and ruin me.'

'What if we gave in to you?' Karen asked. 'How would that protect us?'

'I'd find a way,' said Holmes mysteriously. 'I could make you happy – one at a time – after I tied the other up. What do you say?'