pissed."
" And
that was when you raped her?"
The
stenographer sighed.
"We didn't rape nobody, man. The slut was willing.
She was
begging for it." George claimed and Mark nodded in
agreement.
" So,
why did you shoot the arrow at Mr Kroupa?"
"We didn't.
That's a lie. Who saw us, tell me, I challenge you and him."
"We ’ll leave it at that, for the moment. And what about Mr
Hendrych?"
"We needed
some dough, but for that we suffered enough. My nuts still hurt,
bloody idiot."
"Serves you
right. So, boys, I will have to keep you here for now. Rape is a
serious charge. I have to talk to Ms Baldwin."
-----------
Meantime, Miss Hardy, the mistress of St Ignatius Ladies' College,
was wondering why she had receive two decent looking gentlemen. It
was a ladies' college by a name, but the teenage students were
anything but ladies. She was used to complaints about her wards.
Kroupa assured her in his opening sentence that a complaint was the
last thing on his mind. "Miss Hardy, you had a student, a Miss
Baldwin. What can you tell me about her?"
"I hope she is not in any trouble, poor soul. I have been
worrying about her a lot lately. I don't know why. We are not related, but all
the girls here are like my daughters and I have to look after them.
God forgive me, I failed Angelina . She was such a lovely, likeable creature, and then
something happened, I’ve never found out what it was. She suddenly
changed, became very quiet, sometimes she went in the corner and
cried, but she always did her homework diligently, and one day she
didn't turn up for her lessons. Her father came to look for her,
but we never found her. Later, after her mother's death, her father
was gone for few weeks. I presumed he was looking for Angelina . Then he came back, packed up and was gone. The
police came asking about Mrs Baldwin's death, but I couldn’t say
anything - I didn’t know anything, and the people had various
stories. Apparently nobody saw anything, but many heard the
shot."
"How close was
she to her parents?"
" Overly so. There was something of the Oedipus complex about
her relationship with her father, and between the son and his
mother. That's quite normal, I know. I know more fathers than the
mothers. Fathers seem to care for and protect their daughters. They
seem to be closer to my students - you understand, we are a ladies'
college."
"Certainly, ” confirmed Kroupa. “I've heard, but cannot comment from
personal experience. I’m a bachelor, you understand, don't
you?"
" Of
course. I myself have never married, but I have my children here,
every day. Chattering young girls, laughing, singing, also arguing
and sometimes fighting, pulling at their plats; just normal young
ladies. I wouldn’t like to work at a university. There, they’re
real women. No, I don't like women with their schemes, tricks,
declaring their hatred for all men and at the same time fighting
for them, forming their own women's societies and closed clubs; no,
I prefer my young ladies, if you understand what I mean. They are
still innocent creatures."
"I couldn't agree with you more. I have one more parting
question. Was Miss Baldwin a good student?" Kroupa
enquired.
"I couldn’ t have had a more diligent student. She worked so hard and
was very inquisitive. If she wanted something, she wouldn’t give up
until she'd achieved it. I remember an instance when I presented
the class with an obscure mathematical problem, one that we had not
covered previously, to challenge them. She was the only one who
solved it. She searched painstakingly on the Internet and in the
library until she had the answer. Some girls didn't like her
because she was so hard working."
"Is there
anything else I should know about Miss Baldwin?"
"No, I don't think so . But please, find her and return her to me. I
would love to somehow replace her poor mother."
"I ’ll do what I can. Thank you very much for your
help."
----------------
Sara was happy to be in the fresh air and happily
" And
that was when you raped her?"
The
stenographer sighed.
"We didn't rape nobody, man. The slut was willing.
She was
begging for it." George claimed and Mark nodded in
agreement.
" So,
why did you shoot the arrow at Mr Kroupa?"
"We didn't.
That's a lie. Who saw us, tell me, I challenge you and him."
"We ’ll leave it at that, for the moment. And what about Mr
Hendrych?"
"We needed
some dough, but for that we suffered enough. My nuts still hurt,
bloody idiot."
"Serves you
right. So, boys, I will have to keep you here for now. Rape is a
serious charge. I have to talk to Ms Baldwin."
-----------
Meantime, Miss Hardy, the mistress of St Ignatius Ladies' College,
was wondering why she had receive two decent looking gentlemen. It
was a ladies' college by a name, but the teenage students were
anything but ladies. She was used to complaints about her wards.
Kroupa assured her in his opening sentence that a complaint was the
last thing on his mind. "Miss Hardy, you had a student, a Miss
Baldwin. What can you tell me about her?"
"I hope she is not in any trouble, poor soul. I have been
worrying about her a lot lately. I don't know why. We are not related, but all
the girls here are like my daughters and I have to look after them.
God forgive me, I failed Angelina . She was such a lovely, likeable creature, and then
something happened, I’ve never found out what it was. She suddenly
changed, became very quiet, sometimes she went in the corner and
cried, but she always did her homework diligently, and one day she
didn't turn up for her lessons. Her father came to look for her,
but we never found her. Later, after her mother's death, her father
was gone for few weeks. I presumed he was looking for Angelina . Then he came back, packed up and was gone. The
police came asking about Mrs Baldwin's death, but I couldn’t say
anything - I didn’t know anything, and the people had various
stories. Apparently nobody saw anything, but many heard the
shot."
"How close was
she to her parents?"
" Overly so. There was something of the Oedipus complex about
her relationship with her father, and between the son and his
mother. That's quite normal, I know. I know more fathers than the
mothers. Fathers seem to care for and protect their daughters. They
seem to be closer to my students - you understand, we are a ladies'
college."
"Certainly, ” confirmed Kroupa. “I've heard, but cannot comment from
personal experience. I’m a bachelor, you understand, don't
you?"
" Of
course. I myself have never married, but I have my children here,
every day. Chattering young girls, laughing, singing, also arguing
and sometimes fighting, pulling at their plats; just normal young
ladies. I wouldn’t like to work at a university. There, they’re
real women. No, I don't like women with their schemes, tricks,
declaring their hatred for all men and at the same time fighting
for them, forming their own women's societies and closed clubs; no,
I prefer my young ladies, if you understand what I mean. They are
still innocent creatures."
"I couldn't agree with you more. I have one more parting
question. Was Miss Baldwin a good student?" Kroupa
enquired.
"I couldn’ t have had a more diligent student. She worked so hard and
was very inquisitive. If she wanted something, she wouldn’t give up
until she'd achieved it. I remember an instance when I presented
the class with an obscure mathematical problem, one that we had not
covered previously, to challenge them. She was the only one who
solved it. She searched painstakingly on the Internet and in the
library until she had the answer. Some girls didn't like her
because she was so hard working."
"Is there
anything else I should know about Miss Baldwin?"
"No, I don't think so . But please, find her and return her to me. I
would love to somehow replace her poor mother."
"I ’ll do what I can. Thank you very much for your
help."
----------------
Sara was happy to be in the fresh air and happily
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