Page 102 of The Other Lady Vanishes

Oscar smiled. “Much better, thanks to you. She brews up some of those herbs and flowers you told me about and drinks a cup or two before she goes to bed. Sleeps real good. I’ve started drinking some of the stuff myself.”

“It was one of my mother’s recipes. I’m glad it worked for your wife. Take care, Oscar. And thanks for your kindness to me when I was here.”

“You were in real bad shape the night Dr. Gill brought you here. He said you’d had a nervous breakdown and that he and Ormsby were going to give you some special medicine that would help you. But as far as the staff could tell, it made things worse, just like it did the first patient they treated with it. Except you survived. After you disappeared, a lot of folks here, including me, said you were better off away from this place.”

“You and the others were right,” Adelaide said. “I’ve been doing great since I left the Rushbrook Sanitarium.”

“Glad to hear it. Run along now and fetch your things. Reckon one of the orderlies can show you where they stored your belongings.”

“I wasn’t able to carry much with me the night I left,” Adelaide said. She turned to Jake. “Are you ready to see the place where I was involuntarily in residence for nearly two months?”

Jake’s eyes got the cold, expressionless look that she was coming to know so well.

“Yes,” he said.

They walked through the deceptively serene gardens and went up the stone steps to the massive wooden door. Jake tried the handle. When he discovered it was locked, he leaned on the bell button.

An attendant dressed in a white uniform opened the door. He looked rumpled and annoyed—a man at the end of a long night shift. Adelaide didn’t need the name tag on his shirt to identify him. Harold Baker liked the night shift because he could doze through most of it. He did not immediately recognize her.

“Visiting hours are three to four in the afternoon,” he announced. “Dr. Gill is very strict about that. Upsets the patients if people come and go at any time of the day.”

“We’re not here to visit any of the patients,” Jake said. He pulled a leather case out from under his jacket and flipped it open and closed very fast. “Special Agent Jake Truett, Federal Bureau of Investigation. Dr. Gill has been doing some clandestine work for us. There’s been a breach of national security.”

“Huh?”

“I need to confiscate some files immediately.”

Befuddled, Harold looked at Adelaide as if seeking clarification. Belated recognition sparked in his eyes.

“Hey, aren’t you Patient B?” he demanded.

“Good news, Harold. My mental health has vastly improved since I left the Rushbrook Sanitarium,” Adelaide said. “By the way, we’ll need the keys to ward five.”

“I can’t give you those keys,” Harold said, alarmed. “Dr. Gill would be real upset.”

“Unless you would like me to take you in for questioning concerning a serious breach of national security, you’ll give Miss Blake the keys,” Jake said.

“Miss Blake? Her name’s Mrs. Massey.”

“I’m not Mrs. Massey,” Adelaide said. “You had better give Special Agent Truett those keys before he arrests you.”

“Damn it, I don’t get paid enough to take this kind of grief,” Harold growled. “The keys to the fifth floor are in Gill’s office. Help yourself.”

Adelaide started toward the grand staircase. “Follow me, Special Agent Truett.”

“Right behind you, Miss Blake,” Jake said. “I can assure you that the Bureau is very grateful for your cooperation in this vital matter.”

Harold watched, mouth agape, as Adelaide and Jake went quickly up the stairs.

When they reached the landing, Adelaide looked at Jake. “Is that a real FBI badge?”

“Real enough,” Jake said.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning it worked.”

“I guess that makes it real enough,” Adelaide said.