Mister Slaughter

Chapter 6

"We must be here," Greathouse said dryly, working his hands together. Matthew knew from past experience that this place-even though it was run efficiently and in a humane manner by the two doctors-made Greathouse as jumpy as a cat on a carpet of razors.

Matthew pulled the team up in front of the first building, which was painted white and appeared to be simply a normal house. As Matthew climbed down to let the horses drink from a nearby trough, the first building"s door opened and a stocky man in a dark brown suit and waistcoat emerged. He lifted his hand in greeting, at the same time removing the clay pipe that was clenched between his teeth.

"Greetings, gentlemen," said Dr. Curtis Hulzen. He had gray hair and spectacles perched on a hooked nose. "It seems the day has arrived."

Greathouse muttered something, but Matthew couldn"t hear what he said and wasn"t sure he wanted to.

"Jacob!" Hulzen called into the house, and a man in gray clothes and a brown leather waistcoat came out. "Will you go fetch Dr. Ramsendell, please? And tell him the escorts are here?"



"Sir," answered Jacob, with a quick nod, and he strode along a well-worn pathway toward Matthew, who had met this particular patient on his first visit here. Jacob suddenly stopped right in front of the horse trough and said to Matthew in a mangled voice, "Have you come to take me home?" The left side of Jacob"s temple was crushed inward, and an old jagged scar began at his right cheek and continued up across a concave patch on his scalp where the hair no longer grew. His eyes were bright and gla.s.sy, and fixed upon Matthew with pitiful hope. A sawmill accident had done this, Ramsendell had told Matthew, and Jacob could never again live "out there", as the doctor had put it, with his wife and two children.

When he realized Hulzen wasn"t going to intercede for him, Matthew said as kindly as he could, "No, I"m afraid not."

Jacob shrugged, as if this news was expected, but perhaps there was a glint of pain in the eyes. "It"s all right," he said, with a crooked grin. "I hear music in my head." Then he continued along the path toward the second building, brought a ring of keys from within his waistcoat, unlocked the big wooden slab of a door and disappeared inside.

"You"re liberal with your keys around here," Greathouse remarked, as he stepped down from the wagon. "I wouldn"t be surprised if all your lunatics got out into the woods someday, and then what would you do?"

"Bring them back." Hulzen had returned the pipe to his mouth and blew smoke in Greathouse"s direction, as those two had had their verbal clashes before. "The ones that ran away, which would be few. You don"t seem to realize that most of our patients are like children."

Greathouse produced the sealed envelope from within his tan-colored coat and held it aloft. "This tells me at least one one of them isn"t too child-like. We"re supposed to have you sign some papers." of them isn"t too child-like. We"re supposed to have you sign some papers."

"Come in, then."

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Matthew tied the horses to a hitching-post, put down the brake and followed Hulzen and Greathouse into the first building, which was the doctors" office and consultation area. Inside, there were two desks, a larger conference table with six chairs, a file cabinet, shelves full of books and on the floor a dark green woven rug. Hulzen closed the front door and motioned them to the table, where there was a quill pen and an inkpot. Another door at the back led to what Matthew had noted on his initial visit was an examination room and a place where drugs or medical instruments were stored.

"The papers," Hulzen said, and Greathouse broke Lord Cornbury"s seal. Within the envelope was a trio of official parchment doc.u.ments like the ones Matthew had seen every day during his duties as clerk for Magistrate Nathaniel Powers. Greathouse found the doc.u.ment and its copy that each needed four signatures, Hulzen briefly looked them over and then signed and Matthew added his signatures. Greathouse dipped the quill and was delivering his name on the copy as the front door suddenly opened, and when Greathouse"s hand involuntarily jumped his signature became a scrawl.

The patient-soon to be prisoner, with the adding of one more name-sauntered into the room, followed by Dr. David Ramsendell and, at a distance, Jacob.

Matthew thought the room had suddenly turned cold.

"Hm!" said the new arrival, with chilly disdain. He was staring at the transfer papers, and specifically at the three names written thereon. "Signing me over like a common criminal, are you? The shame of it!"

Greathouse looked up into the man"s face, his own expression as solid as a gravestone. "You are are a common criminal, Slaughter." a common criminal, Slaughter."

"Oh, no, sir," came the reply, with the hint of a smile and a slight, mocking bow. His hands were clasped before him, his wrists bound together with leather cuffs secured by a padlock. "There is nothing common about me me, sir. And I would appreciate that you show me due respect, and from now on refer to me as a refined gentleman ought to: Mister Mister Slaughter." Slaughter."

No one laughed. No one except Slaughter himself, who looked from Greathouse to Matthew with his pale blue eyes and began a slow, deep laughter in his throat that beat like a funeral bell.

Seven.

"I"m glad you can amuse yourself so easily," said Greathouse, when Slaughter"s hollow laughter had ceased.

"I"ve had a great deal of experience in amusing myself, and in both the Quaker inst.i.tution and this virtuous haven a great deal of time time to think amusing thoughts. I thank you for your regard, Mr." Slaughter took a step closer to the table, with the obvious intention of reading Greathouse"s signatures, but Greathouse quickly picked up both sheets of the transfer papers. to think amusing thoughts. I thank you for your regard, Mr." Slaughter took a step closer to the table, with the obvious intention of reading Greathouse"s signatures, but Greathouse quickly picked up both sheets of the transfer papers.

"Sir will do," Greathouse told him. Slaughter smiled and again gave a brief little bow. will do," Greathouse told him. Slaughter smiled and again gave a brief little bow.

But then, before the tall, slim and bearded Dr. Ramsendell could come forward to take the quill that Greathouse offered, Slaughter swiveled toward Matthew and said in a light and amiable voice, "Now, you you I remember very distinctly. Dr. Ramsendell spoke your name outside my window. Was that just July? It"s " He only had to think a few seconds to bring it up. " I remember very distinctly. Dr. Ramsendell spoke your name outside my window. Was that just July? It"s " He only had to think a few seconds to bring it up. " Corbett Corbett. Yes?"

Matthew nodded, in spite of himself; there was a compelling note in Slaughter"s voice that demanded a response.

"A young dandy then, I recall. Even more of a young dandy now."

It was true. As was his habit of presenting himself as a New York gentleman, even on a road trip, Matthew wore one of his new suits from Benjamin Owles; it was dark burgundy-red, the same color as its waistcoat. Black velvet trimmed the cuffs and lapels. His white shirt and cravat were crisp and spotless, and he wore his new black boots and a black tricorn.

"Come into some money, I see," said Slaughter, whose face hung before Matthew"s. He winked, and said in what was nearly a whisper, "Good for you you."

How to describe the indescribable? Matthew wondered. The physical features were easy enough: Slaughter"s wide face was a mixture of gentleman and brute. His forehead slightly protruded above the straw-colored ma.s.s of eyebrows. His unruly mat of hair was the same color, maybe a hint more of red, with the sides going gray. His thick mustache was more gray than straw, and since Matthew had seen him in July the man had grown a beard that looked like the beards of many other men st.i.tched together: here a portion of dark brown, there a red patch, here a dash of chestnut brown, beneath the fleshy lower lip a touch of silver, and upon the chin a streak of charcoal black.

He was not as large a man as Matthew remembered. He had a big barrel chest and shoulders that swelled his ashen-hued asylum clothing, yes, but his arms and legs appeared to be almost spindly. He was about the same height as Matthew, yet he stood in a crook-backed stance that testified to some malformation of the spine. His hands, however, were instruments worthy of special attention; they were abnormally large, the fingers long and knuckles knotty, the nails black with encrusted grime and grown out jagged and sharp as little blades. It was obvious that Slaughter either refused to bathe or hadn"t been offered the grace of soap and water for a long period of time, as his scaly flesh was as gray as his clothes. The smell that wafted from him made Matthew think of something dead moldering in the mud of a filthy swamp.

But for all that, Slaughter had a long, aristocratic nose with a narrow bridge and nostrils that flared ever so elegantly, as if he could not stand the stink of his own skin. His large eyes-pale blue, cold, yet not altogether humorless, with a merry sort of glint that came and went like a red signal lamp seen at a distance-were undeniably intelligent in the quick way they darted about to gather impressions just as Matthew was doing the same.

The part of Slaughter that could not be so easily described, Matthew thought, was a feeling from him of calmness, of utter disregard for whatever might be happening in this room. He didn"t seem to care a fig, yet there was something else, too; it was a confidence confidence, perhaps ill-advised under the circ.u.mstances, but as strong as his reek. It was a statement of both strength and contempt, and this alone put Matthew"s nerves on edge. The first time Matthew had seen this man, he"d thought he was looking into the face of Satan. Now, though Slaughter was obviously more-as Ramsendell had put it on that day in July-cunning than insane, he was after all only a human being of flesh, bone, blood, hair and dirt. Possibly mostly hair and dirt, by the looks of him. The irons had no rusty links. It was going to be a long day, but not unbearable. Depending, of course, upon the direction of the breeze.

"Step aside, please," said Ramsendell, who waited for Slaughter to obey and then came forward to sign the doc.u.ments. Hulzen was puffing on his pipe, as if to fill up the room with the pungent fumes of Carolina tobacco, and Jacob stood at the door"s threshold watching as intently as anyone could who had a portion of their skull missing.

Ramsendell signed the papers. "Gentlemen?" He was addressing Greathouse and Matthew. "I appreciate your a.s.sistance in this matter. I"m sure you know that both Curtis and I have given to the Quakers our honorable decree as Christians that our patient " He paused to correct himself, and set aside the quill. "Your prisoner," he went on, "will be delivered to New York alive and in good health."

"He doesn"t look too healthy as is," Greathouse answered.

"Just so you gentlemen understand-and I am sure you do, being upright citizens-that we are not in favor of violent solutions, and so if Mr. Slaughter perturbs you on the trip I trust that-"

"Don"t worry, we won"t kill him."

"Very rea.s.suring to hear it," said Slaughter.

Greathouse ignored him, and picked up the third sheet of parchment. "I"m supposed to read this article of possession. I gather it"s a formality."

"Oh, do read it!" Slaughter"s teeth flashed.

"This day July third, the year of our Lord 1702," Greathouse read, "Her Majesty"s subject Tyranthus Slaughter is charged to be removed from his present arrangement and brought to stand before the Queen"s Commission of the Peace, held for the city of London and county of Middles.e.x at Justice Hall in the Old Bailey, before her Majesty"s Justices, in connection with murders possibly committed by one Tod Carter, barber at Hammer"s Alley, on or about April 1686 through December 1688, the bones of eleven men and one child being found under the cellar floor by a recent tenant." Greathouse aimed a cool gaze at Slaughter. "A child child?"

"I had to have a lather-boy, didn"t I?"

"Said suspect," Greathouse continued reading, "also charged to stand in connection with the disappearances of Anne Yancey, Mary Clark, and Sarah Goldsmith and the concurrent robberies of their family estates, on or about August 1689 through March 1692, under the aliases of Count Edward Bowdewine, Lord John Finch and " He hesitated. "Earl Anthony Lovejoy Lovejoy?"

"I was so much younger then," said Slaughter, with a slight shrug. "I had the imagination of youth."

"So you don"t deny any of this?"

"I deny," came the smooth answer, "that I am a common criminal."

"Signed by the Right Honorable Sir William Gore, Knight Lord Mayor of the City of London, witnessed by Sir Salathiel Lovel, Knight Recorder of Said City, and the Honorable John Drake, Crown"s Constable." Greathouse handed the parchment to Ramsendell, who took it as one might accept a dead snake, and then said to Slaughter, "I think your past has caught up with you."

"Alas, I"m in your hands. I do presume you"ll feed me a good breakfast before we get started?"

"One thing," Matthew said, and both doctors immediately gave him their attention. "You said the Quakers found out Mr. Slaughter was wanted in London. How did that happen?"

"He was brought to us in August of last year, looking much as you see him now," Ramsendell explained. "A week or so later, one of their doctors left for a business trip to London and arrived in November, where he discovered people still talking about the bones that had been found at Hammer"s Alley the month before." Ramsendell handed the article of possession back to Greathouse and wiped his palms on his breeches. "Some witnesses had come forth and given a description of Tod Carter that was published in a broadsheet and circulated through the streets. Someone else connected him to the alias of Lord John Finch, who wore-as it was called-a patchwork beard. This was evidently a continuing story in the Gazette Gazette at that time." at that time."

"I think I do recall reading about it," Matthew said. He would have gotten those copies of the Gazette Gazette from ship"s pa.s.sengers, which meant he"d been reading them at least three months after the fact. from ship"s pa.s.sengers, which meant he"d been reading them at least three months after the fact.

"The doctor recognized Carter"s description and approached the Crown"s constable. But as I say, Slaughter was with us by then. He was um a little disruptive for the Quakers to handle."

"And you"re you"re any better?" Greathouse scoffed. "I would"ve taken a whip to him every d.a.m.ned day." any better?" Greathouse scoffed. "I would"ve taken a whip to him every d.a.m.ned day."

"Look how they talk about you here," said Slaughter, to no one in particular. "As if you"re part of the wallpaper."

"Exactly why was he at the Quaker inst.i.tution to begin with?" Matthew asked.

"He," Slaughter spoke up, "was there because Slaughter spoke up, "was there because he he was arrested on the Philadelphia Pike for highway robbery. was arrested on the Philadelphia Pike for highway robbery. He He determined that determined that he he was not suited for confinement in the Quakers" gloomy gaol, thus was not suited for confinement in the Quakers" gloomy gaol, thus he he-poor, misguided soul-should contrive to wear the costume of a lunatic and bark like a dog, which he he began to do before that court of fools. Therefore, began to do before that court of fools. Therefore, he he was content to join the academy of the mad for how long was it? Two years, four months and twelve days, if his mathematic skills have not turned to pudding." was content to join the academy of the mad for how long was it? Two years, four months and twelve days, if his mathematic skills have not turned to pudding."

"That"s not quite all of it," Hulzen said, through his pipesmoke. "He tried to escape the Quaker inst.i.tution four times, a.s.saulted two other patients and nearly bit off a doctor"s thumb."

"He put his hand over my mouth. It was very rude."

"Slaughter didn"t attempt anything like that here?" Greathouse asked.

"No," said Ramsendell. "In fact, before anyone had learned about Tod Carter, he was on such good behavior that we gave him work privileges, which he unfortunately repaid by trying to strangle poor Mariah, back at the red barn." There was a road leading to some outbuildings behind the hospital, as Matthew knew from his previous visits. "But he was caught in time, and properly punished."

Greathouse"s mouth curved into a sneer. "What did you do to him? Take away his scented soap?"

"No, we put him into solitary confinement until it was determined he could rejoin the others. He"d only been out a few days before you two saw his face at the window. By then we"d had a visit from the Quakers, who"d received a letter from their doctor in London addressed to me and explaining the situation. After that, he was kept apart."

"He should"ve been torn torn apart," was Greathouse"s summary. apart," was Greathouse"s summary.

Matthew regarded Slaughter with a furrowed brow, as more questions were nettling him. "Do you have a wife? Any family?"

"No to both."

"Where were you living before you were arrested?"

"Here and there. Mostly there."

"And you worked where?"

"The road road, Mr. Corbett. My partner and I did quite well, living on our wits and the treasure of travelers. G.o.d rest William Rattison"s soul."

"His accomplice," Hulzen said, "was shot down during their last attempt at robbery. Evidently even the Quakers have their limit of patience, and they planted armed constables on one of the coaches between Philadelphia and New York."

"Tell me," Matthew said, again to Slaughter. "Did you and Rattison kill anyone while you were living on your wits?"

"We did not. Oh, Ratsy and I b.u.mped a head occasionally, when someone grew mouthy. Murder was not the intent; it was the money."

Matthew rubbed his chin. Something still bothered him about all this. "So you elected to enter a madhouse for the rest of your life as opposed to standing before a judge and receiving a sentence of oh a brand on the hand and three years, say? I a.s.sume that was because you decided a madhouse would be easier to escape from? And why are you now so eager to leave this place that you don"t even bother to deny the charges? I mean, the Quaker doctor could could be mistaken." be mistaken."

Slaughter"s smile emerged once more, and then slowly faded. The distant expression of his eyes never changed. "The truth," he said, "is that I never lie to men who are not fools."

"You mean you don"t lie to men who can"t can"t be fooled," said Greathouse. be fooled," said Greathouse.

"I mean what I said. I am going to be taken from this place, no matter what. Put on a ship and sent to England. Walked before the court, identified by witnesses, badgered to point to the graves of three very lovely but very very stupid young ladies, prodded into Newgate, and laughed by a s...o...b..ring mob up the gallows steps. No matter what. Why should I be less than truthful, and sully my honor before such professionals as yourselves?" stupid young ladies, prodded into Newgate, and laughed by a s...o...b..ring mob up the gallows steps. No matter what. Why should I be less than truthful, and sully my honor before such professionals as yourselves?"

"Or is it," Matthew suggested, "that you fully believe yourself capable of escaping from us on the road? Even from such professionals as ourselves?"

"It is is a thought. But, dear sir, never blame the wind for wishing to blow." a thought. But, dear sir, never blame the wind for wishing to blow."

Greathouse returned the article of possession and their copy of the transfer doc.u.ment to the envelope. "We"ll take him now," he said, rather grimly. "There"s a matter of money."

"Oh, isn"t there always always," was Slaughter"s quick comment.

Ramsendell went to one of the desks, opened a drawer and brought out a little cloth bag. "Two pounds, I believe. Count it, if you like."

Matthew could tell Greathouse was sorely tempted to do so when the bag was put into his palm, but the great one"s desire to make haste from the asylum clearly won out. "Not necessary. Out Out," he commanded the prisoner, and motioned toward the door.

When they were outside and walking to the wagon, Slaughter first, followed by Greathouse, then Matthew and the doctors, a cacophony of hooting and hollering came from the windows of the central building, where pallid faces pressed against the bars. Greathouse kept his eyes fixed on Slaughter"s back. Suddenly, Jacob was walking right up beside Greathouse and the poor man said hopefully, "Have you come to take me home?"

With a sudden intake of breath, Slaughter turned. His hands still clasped together and bound by the leather cuffs, he took a single step forward that brought him face-to-face with Jacob.

Greathouse froze, and behind him Matthew"s knees also locked.

"Dear Jacob," said Slaughter in a soft, gentle voice, as the red glint flared in his eyes. "No one is coming to take you home. Not today, not tomorrow, not the next day. You will stay here for the rest of your life, and here you will die. Because, dear Jacob, you have been forgotten, and no one is ever ever coming to take you home." coming to take you home."

Jacob wore a half-smile. He said, "I hear " And then something must have gotten through into his head that was not music, for the smile cracked as surely as his skull must have broken on the fateful day of his accident. His eyes were wide and shocked, as if they remembered the whipsaw coming at him, yet he knew that to see it coming was already a lifetime too late. His mouth opened, the face went slack and as pallid as those that screamed behind the bars. Instantly Dr. Hulzen had come forward to put his hand first on the man"s arm, and then his arm around the man"s shoulder. Hulzen said close to his ear, "Come, Jacob. Come along, we"ll have some tea. All right?" Jacob allowed himself to be pulled away, his expression blank.

Slaughter watched them go, and Matthew saw his chin lift with pride at a job well done.

"Take your shoes off," said Greathouse, his voice husky.

"Pardon, sir?"

"Your shoes shoes. Off. Now Now."

With some difficulty because of the leather cuffs, Slaughter removed them. His dirty feet with their gnarled yellow nails did not make a pleasant sight, nor did the air remain unsullied.

"Drop them in the trough," Greathouse told him.

Slaughter shot a glance at Ramsendell, who made no effort to interfere. The papers had been signed and the money changed hands; he was quits with the fiend.

Slaughter walked to the horse trough. He dropped his shoes into the water one after the other.

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