The drowning pool lan-2
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“I think I know.”
“I felt as if I’d sold my soul to the devil, even before it happened—No, I mustn’t say it happened, because I made it happen. Still I thought if I could get away from here, it wouldn’t have to happen. I saw you coming out of the house, and I got into your car. But you wouldn’t take me away.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, you couldn’t help it. What could you have done with me? Anyway, you left me there. I knew Grandma was sitting here in the garden. I couldn’t go back into the house until it was done. I went down by the pool and hid Pat’s cap in the hedge, then I called her. I told her there was a dead bird in the pool. She came to look and I pushed her in. I went into the house and went to bed. I didn’t sleep all night, or last night either. Do you think I can sleep tonight, now that other people know?”
She turned her face to me. It was open and tormented, its flesh gray and almost translucent, like the last falling light in the garden.
“I hope so, Cathy.”
Her cold lips moved: “Do you think I’m insane? I’ve been afraid for years that I was going insane.”
“No,” I said, though I hadn’t any idea.
A man’s voice called her name from somewhere out of sight. The bird flew out of the tree and circled to another, where it took up a new cry.
Cathy’s head came up like a deer’s. “I’m here.” And she added in the same clear voice: “father.” The strange and ancient word.
Knudson appeared at the gate. He glowered when he saw me. “I told you to get out and stay out. Leave her alone.”
“No,” Cathy said. “He’s been nice to me, father.”
“Come here, Cathy.”
“Yes, father.” She went to him, her head bowed and watchful.
He spoke to her in a low voice, and she walked away in the direction of the house. She moved uncertainly, a traveler on new ground, and was lost in the cypress shadows.
I went to the gate and faced Knudson in the narrow opening between the fieldstone posts. “What are you going to do with her?”
“That’s my business.” He was taking off his coat. He was in civilian clothes, and his gunbelt was missing.
“I’ve made it my business, too.”
“You’ve made a mistake. Several mistakes. You’re going to suffer for them.” He swung a fist at me.
I stepped out of reach. “Don’t be childish, Knudson. Bloodletting won’t help either of us. Or Cathy.”
He said: “Take off your coat.” He draped his over the swinging gate.
I threw mine on top of it. “If you insist.”
He backed onto the grass, and I followed him. It was a long hard fight, and a useless one. Still it had to be fought through. He was bigger and heavier than I was, but I was faster. I hit him three times to his one. I knocked him down six times before he stayed, prone on his back with both hands over his face. Both of my thumbs were sprained and swelling tight. My right eye was almost closed by a mouse on the upper lid.
It was full dark when it ended. He sat up after a while and spoke between sobbing breaths. “I had to fight somebody. Slocum was no good to me. You fight well, Archer.”
“I was trained by pros. What are you going to do with Cathy?”
Slowly he got to his feet. His face was striped with black blood which dropped from the end of his chin and splattered his torn shirt. He staggered and almost fell. I steadied him with my hand.
“Officially, you mean?” He mumbled, through puffed lips. “I turned in my resignation this afternoon. I didn’t tell them why. You’re not going to tell them, either.”
“No,” I said. “She’s your baby.”
“She knows that she’s my baby. She’s coming with me, back to Chicago. I’ll put her in school there, and try to give her a home. Does that sound impossible to you? I’ve seen worse cases than Cathy straighten out and grow up into people. Not often, but it happens.”
“Cathy will make it if anybody will. What does Slocum say?”
“Slocum can’t stop me,” he said. “He isn’t going to try. Mrs. Strang is coming with me; she and Cathy are fond of each other.”
“Good luck, then.”
Around us and above us the darkness was immense. Our hands groped for each other and met. I left him there.
The End
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