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Название: If Tomorrow Comes
Автор: Сидни Шелдон
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9780007370603
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‘Yes, Your Honour.’
‘Are all parties in agreement?’
Perry Pope nodded. ‘Yes, Your Honour.’
‘The state agrees, Your Honour,’ the district attorney said.
Judge Lawrence sat there in silence for a long moment. Then he leaned forward and looked into Tracy’s eyes. ‘One of the reasons this great country of ours is in such pitiful shape is that the streets are crawling with vermin who think they can get away with anything. People who laugh at the law. Some judicial systems in this country coddle criminals. Well, in Louisiana, we don’t believe in that. When, during the commission of felony, someone tries to kill in cold blood, we believe that that person should be properly punished.’
Tracy began to feel the first stirrings of panic. She turned to look at Perry Pope. His eyes were fixed on the judge.
‘The defendant has admitted that she attempted to murder one of the outstanding citizens of this community – a man noted for his philanthropy and good works. The defendant shot him while in the act of stealing an art object worth half a million dollars.’ His voice grew harsher. ‘Well, this court is going to see to it that you don’t get to enjoy that money – not for the next fifteen years, because for the next fifteen years you’re going to be incarcerated in the Southern Louisiana Penitentiary for Women.’
Tracy felt the courtroom begin to spin. Some horrible joke was being played. The judge was an actor typecast for the part, but he was reading the wrong lines. He was not supposed to say any of those things. She turned to explain that to Perry Pope, but his eyes were averted. He was juggling papers in his briefcase, and for the first time, Tracy noticed that his fingernails were bitten to the quick. Judge Lawrence had risen and was gathering up his notes. Tracy stood there, numb, unable to comprehend what was happening to her.
A bailiff stepped to Tracy’s side and took her arm. ‘Come along,’ he said.
‘No,’ Tracy cried. ‘No, please!’ She looked up at the judge. ‘There’s been a terrible mistake, Your Honour. I –’
And as she felt the bailiff’s grip tighten on her arm, Tracy realised there had been no mistake. She had been tricked. They were going to destroy her.
Just as they had destroyed her mother.
The news of Tracy Whitney’s crime and sentencing appeared on the front page of the New Orleans Courier, accompanied by a police photograph of her. The major wire services picked up the story and flashed it to correspondent newspapers around the country, and when Tracy was taken from the courtroom to await transport to the state penitentiary, she was confronted by a crew of television reporters. She hid her face in humiliation, but there was no escape from the cameras. Joe Romano was big news, and the attempt on his life by a beautiful female burglar was even bigger news. It seemed to Tracy that she was surrounded by enemies. Charles will get me out, she kept repeating to herself. Oh, please, God, let Charles get me out. I can’t have our baby born in prison.
It was not until the following afternoon that the desk sergeant would permit Tracy to use the telephone. Harriet answered. ‘Mr Stanhope’s office.’
‘Harriet, this is Tracy Whitney. I’d like to speak to Mr Stanhope.’
‘Just a moment, Miss Whitney.’ She heard the hesitation in the secretary’s voice. ‘I’ll – I’ll see if Mr Stanhope is in.’
After a long, harrowing wait, Tracy finally heard Charles’s voice. She could have wept with relief. ‘Charles –’
‘Tracy? Is that you, Tracy?’
‘Yes, darling. Oh, Charles, I’ve been trying to reach –’
‘I’ve been going crazy, Tracy! The newspapers here are full of wild stories about you. I can’t believe what they’re saying.’
‘None of it is true, darling. None of it. I –’
‘Why didn’t you call me?’
‘I tried. I couldn’t reach you. I –’
‘Where are you now?’
‘I’m – I’m in jail in New Orleans. Charles, they’re going to send me to prison for something I didn’t do.’ To her horror, she was weeping.
‘Hold on. Listen to me. The papers say that you shot a man. That’s not true, is it?’
‘I did shoot him, but –’
‘Then it is true.’
‘It’s not the way it sounds, darling. It’s not like that at all. I can explain everything to you. I –’
‘Tracy, did you plead guilty to attempted murder and stealing a painting?’
‘Yes, Charles, but only because –’
‘My God, if you needed money that badly, you should have discussed it with me … And trying to kill someone … I can’t believe this. Neither can my parents. You’re the headline in this morning’s Philadelphia Daily News. This is the first time a breath of scandal has ever touched the Stanhope family.’
It was the bitter self-control of Charles’s voice that made Tracy aware of the depth of his feelings. She had counted on him so desperately, and he was on their side. She forced herself not to scream. ‘Darling, I need you. Please come down here. You can straighten all this out.’
There was a long silence. ‘It doesn’t sound like there’s much to straighten out. Not if you’ve confessed to doing all those things. The family can’t afford to get mixed up in a thing like this. Surely you can see that. This has been a terrible shock for us. Obviously, I never really knew you.’
Each word was a hammerblow. The world was falling in on her. She felt more alone than she had ever felt in her life. There was no one to turn to now, no one. ‘What – what about the baby?’
‘You’ll have to do whatever you think best with your baby,’ Charles said. ‘I’m sorry, Tracy.’ And the connection was broken.
She stood there holding the dead receiver in her hand.
A prisoner behind her said, ‘If you’re through with the phone, honey, I’d like to call my lawyer.’
When Tracy was returned to her cell, the matron had instructions for her. ‘Be ready to leave in the morning. You’ll be picked up at five o’clock.’
She had a visitor. Otto Schmidt seemed to have aged years during the few hours since Tracy had last seen him. He looked ill.
‘I just came to tell you how sorry my wife and I are. We know whatever happened wasn’t your fault.’