Vanished

“No, I did not act on those threats. I would never have hurt her or the boy.”

“Did you take Theodore Whitman Patterson, the Patterson's son, from his home on the night of December eleventh of last year, or did you hire or conspire with anyone to do so?”

“I did not, sir.”

“Do you know where the boy is?”

“No …I'm sorry, I do not … I wish I did …”

“Were his pajamas and a toy of his found in your home a week later?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any idea how they got there?”

“None whatsoever.”

“How do you think they got there, Mr. Delauney?”

“I don't know. I thought they must have been planted.”

“Why do you think someone would do that?”

“So that I pay for the crime that they did, that's the only reason I can think of.”

“Do you have any idea who that might be?”

“No.”

“Do you have any enemies at all, anyone who has sworn to do you harm?”

“No …maybe only General Franco …” There was a communal smile.

“Are you a Communist, Mr. Delauney?”

“No,” he smiled, “I'm a Republican, or I used to be. Actually, I suppose I'm more of a free spirit.”

“Do you belong to the Communist party?”

“I do not.”

“Do you hold a grudge against Mrs. Delauney …Mrs. Patterson now, for leaving you? Or against Mr. Patterson for being her husband?”

Charles looked at him man-to-man across the courtroom and he wanted to spit on him, but he controlled himself as he addressed the court. “From what I've heard in this courtroom, he doesn't deserve her. But I have no grudge against him, or against Marielle. She has suffered enough in this life. She deserves better than either of us, and she deserves to have her child back.” There were tears in her eyes as she listened to him. He was a decent man, he always had been. She didn't believe now, as she heard his words, that he could have taken Teddy. And Tom Armour was praying that the jury felt the same way she did.

“Are you guilty of the crime of which you're accused, Mr. Delauney? Think carefully, and remember that you are under oath. Are you in any way involved in the kidnapping of the child in question?”

Charles looked at him solemnly, and shook his head slowly. “I swear that I had nothing to do with it.”

Tom Armour turned to the prosecution then. “Your witness, Mr. Palmer.”

The prosecution attempted to make mincemeat of him, to make him say he had lied, to make him look even worse for hitting Marielle after their child's death. But it was all out in the open now, there were no dark secrets anymore, and he stuck rigidly to his story. He continued to say that he had nothing to do with the kidnapping, and no idea how the pajamas had turned up in his basement. There had been no forensic evidence of the child there at all, no skin, no nails, no hair, no other clothing, no sign that he had been anywhere near Charles Delauney.

His testimony took an exhausting two days, and at the end of it, the mystery still wasn't solved, but Charles had remained adamant till the end. He wasn't guilty. The only real question was had he convinced the jury?

Malcolm left the courtroom separately that day, and Marielle stopped at church on the way home. She wanted to pray for a merciful outcome to the trial, whatever that would be, and for her little boy. Easter had come and gone, and other children had hunted Easter eggs and played with little chicks, and at home Teddy's nursery was still empty. It tore at her heart to go there, and yet she found some reason to every day, to look for something, to put something away, to fold some small item of clothing. Miss Griffin had long gone, still staying with her sister in New Jersey, and the housekeeper had told Marielle recently that Miss Griffin was taking a job in Palm Beach soon, with a new baby. How lucky for her, Marielle thought …how lucky to have a baby to go on to. But there were no new babies for her, and all she wanted was little Teddy. Her heart ached when she thought of the silky hair, the firm little cheek, the sweet lips kissing her, and he was gone now …vanished …probably forever. She was trying to accept that, day by day, but thinking of him even made Malcolm's betrayal less important.

She knelt at the altar of Saint Vincent Ferrer church for a long time, and finally John Taylor came and knelt beside her. He had been in court with her every day, and yet there was so little he could do, so little they had found. There had been nothing new in the case since they'd found the pajamas and teddy bear at Charles Delauney's.

The closing arguments in the case were the next day, and he felt totally helpless. He thought Delauney had done well on the stand for the last two days, it even made him think twice, but Taylor still believed him guilty.

He put a gentle hand on Marielle's arm. She had gotten thinner lately and she looked so pale, but she seldom had her appalling headaches. “Ready to go home?” She sighed and then nodded. Sometimes she wanted to stay here, on her knees forever, begging Him to bring Teddy home. She had been asking for months now.