All the King's Men - Robert Penn Warren [151]
“Stop it,” she ordered, “stop it, and tell me. You are trying not to tell me. You are talking so you won’t tell me. Now, tell me.”
“All right,” I said. “You remember I asked you about Judge Irwin being broken?” Well, he was. His wife wasn’t rich, either. He just thought she was. And he took a bribe.”
“Judge Irwin?” she echoed. “A bribe?”
“Yes,” I said. “And I can prove it.”
“He–he was father’s friend, he was–” She paused, straightened herself, swung her face from me and looked out over the river, then, after a moment, in a sturdy voice, as though not to me but to the whole wide world over there beyond the mist: “Well, that doesn’t prove anything. Judge Irwin.”
I didn’t reply. I, too, stared out over the coiling mist, in the dark.
I was aware, though I didn’t look when she turned toward me again.
“Well, say something,” she said, and I heard the tension in her voice.
But I didn’t say anything. I stood there waiting; and waiting, I could hear, in the silence, the tiny suck and lapping about the piles down in the mist.
Then she said, “Jack–was my–was my father–was–”
I didn’t answer.
“You coward!” she said, “you coward, you won’t tell me.”
“Yes,” I said.
“Did he take a bribe? Did he? Did he?” She had grabbed my arm and was shaking me, hard.
“Not that bad,” I said.
“Not that bad, not that bad,” she mimicked, and burst out laughing, hanging on my arm. The she suddenly released me, thrust my arm from her as though it were foul, and shrank back. “I don’t believe it,” she announced.
“It’s true,” I said. “He knew about Irwin and protected him. I can prove it. I have documents. I’m sorry, but it’s true.”
“Oh, you’re sorry! You’re sorry. You dug it all up, all the lies–for that man–for that Stark–for him–and you–you’re so sorry.” And she began to laugh again, and swung away, and was running down the pier, laughing and stumbling as she ran.
I ran after her.
I was just about to grab her, at the end of the pier, when the cop stepped out of the shadow of the warehouse, and said, “Hey, buddy!”
Just then, Anne stumbled and I grabbed her by the arm. She swayed in my grasp.
The cop approached. “What’s up?” he demanded. “What you runnen that dame fer?”
“She’s hysterical,” I said, talking fast, “I’m just trying to take care of her, she’s had a few drinks, just a couple, and she’s hysterical, she’s had a great shock, a grief–”
The cop, heavy, squat, hairy, took one waddling stride toward us, then leaned and whiffed her breath.
“–she’s had a sock, and it has upset her so she took a drink, and she’s hysterical. I’m trying to get her home.”
His beefy, black-jowled face swung toward me. “I’ll get you home,” he allowed, “in the wagon. If you ain’t careful.”
He was just talking. I knew he was just talking to hear himself, for it was late and he was bored and dull. I knew that, and should have said, respectfully, that I would be careful, or have said, laughing and perhaps winking, that sure, Captain, I’d get her home. But I didn’t say either thing. I was all keyed up, and she was swaying in my clutch, making a kind of sharp, broken noise with her breathing, and his God-damned beefy, black-jowled face was there in front of me. So I said, “The hell you will.”
His eyes bugged out a little at that, the jowls swelled with black blood, and he lunged one step closer, fingering his stick, saying, “The hell I won’t, I’m gonna right now, both of you, by God!”
Then he said, “Come on,” prodded me with the stick, and repeated, “Come on,” herding me toward the end of the pier, where no doubt, the box was he would use to call.
I took two or three steps forward, feeling the prod of the stick in the small of my back, dragging Anne, who hadn’t said a word. Then I remember, “Listen here, if you want to be on the force in the morning, you better listen to me.”
“Listen, hell,” he rejoined and jabbed my kidney a little harder.
“If it weren’t for the lady,” I said, “I’d let you go on and bust yourself. I don’t mind a ride to headquarters. But I’ll give you a chance.
“Chance,” he echoed, and spat from the side of his mouth, and jabbed again.