Chapter 2:
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"Murder?!" Phryne said shocked as she watched the constable place handcuffs around Jack's wrist.
"Miss, please let us handle this," the inspector told her as the constable directed Jack toward the door and out of the house.
"The man you just arrested is a detective inspector for the Victorian Police," she explained to Davis.
"Then as an officer of the law, I fully expect him to cooperate with us," Davis told her sternly before following in the direction of his constable.
Phryne watched them go but was determined not to be helpless in this situation. If there was one thing she was good at it was getting to the bottom of an investigation.
"Connor?"
"Yes miss?" Connor asked as he came up behind her.
"Bring the car around I will be heading out."
"Yes, miss" he told her as Phryne turned and headed up the stairs in order to change in a better outfit. She was going to need her best detecting outfit on if she was going to save Jack from his current dire predicament.
"Miss, the car has been brought around is there anything else I could do for you?" Connor asked as Phryne came down the stairs dressed in a black trousers and a creamy beige top with elegant sequins along the collar, she grabbed her black flapper hat and turn towards Connor.
"Have Johnson go down to the docks and grab Jack Robinson suitcase and anything else that Jack may have brought with him," she replied as she swung the door open and headed out into England brisk morning air.
"Good morning constable," Phryne smiled cheerfully as she walked into the police station.
"Miss, can I help you?" Asked a very fluster young constable.
"I am here on the behalf of my client, Jack Robinson. I wish to speak to Inspector Davis promptly," she told him with her voice filled with authority.
"Uh…," the constable replied unsure of what was occurring in front of him.
"Go tell the inspector that the Honorable Phryne Fisher, Lady Detective is here to speak to him," she handled the young constable her card. He read it over a few times before turning his attention back to Phryne. "It is a matter of most urgency."
The constable nodded, turned and made his way toward the long hallway that Phryne suspected lead to the interrogation room, she wait a few seconds before following him. She watched as he opened the door to a small room and told his inspector that there was someone making inquires about their current suspect.
"Who?" She heard Davis asked loudly. She smirked before walking pass the still flustered constable and entered the room like she had been there several times.
"The Honorable Phryne Fisher, lady detective, and I am here on the behalf of Mr. Robinson," she glanced over at Jack who just shook his head in disbelief at the sight of her.
"Lady detective?" Davis asked confused.
"Yes," she handed him her card. "I am here to prove my client is innocent against the charges you are currently holding him with."
"I don't work with lady detectives," Davis handed her the card back. "Constable, take Miss Fisher back out to the desk and make sure she doesn't try to enter this room again, understood?"
"Yes, sir." The constable motioned for Phryne to walk out of the room. She remained firmly on the spot she was at.
"Miss Fisher, you may be a lady detective where you come from but this is my station and you are not detective here. I recommend you leave now before I place you under arrest," Davis warned her.
"Phryne," Jack pleaded with her as she looked over at him. "Go."
"But, Jack."
"Go," he told her softly before turning his attention back to Davis.
Phryne allowed the young constable to lead her out of the room and back to the desk. She paced a few seconds before smirking to herself. "Tell your inspector I will be back," she waved to the constable before opening the door and exiting the station.
"Commissioner, it has been far too long," Phryne said as she walked into the commissioner's office.
"Here I thought that you promised to not cause any more trouble while you were here, Miss Fisher," the commissioner told her.
"I am here on another matter," she took a seat that was across from his desk. "I need you to help me with a gentleman that is currently being held in one of your stations."
"Whom?"
"Jack Robinson."
"Wasn't he the fellow arrested for the murder at the docks?" The commissioner asked.
"He is innocent," she quickly point out. "He also happens to be a detective inspector with the Victorian Police."
"Is he is a friend of yours?"
"Jack and I have work together on several occasions solving cases."
"You work together?"
"You very well know that I am a lady detective and I would like to take on his case however, your inspector Davis won't allow me access to my client."
"Miss Fisher," the commissioner started when Phryne interrupted him.
"Now commissioner, you wouldn't want a scandal to breakout about how your officers arrested a innocent man. I know a few people at very respectable papers that would help me see that your reelection efforts are tarnished," Phryne smiled sweetly and leaned back.
"I will call Davis and let him allow you access to the case," the commissioner replied in defeat.
"Good!" Phryne got to her feet and made her way to the door.
"Miss Fisher," the commissioner called. Phryne stopped and looked back at him. "I hope for all of our sakes that this gentleman is innocent."
"He is!" Phryne snarled before opening the door and walking out of it proudly.
"Miss Fisher," Davis acknowledged Phryne as she walked back into the station.
"Inspector," she smiled at him. "I don't need help finding the room, I remember where it is," she walked by both him and the constable.
"Sir, what is going on here?" The constable asked.
"We have a lady detective working for our suspect," Davis replied as he slammed his fisted down on the case file.
Phryne opened the door to the interrogation room and looked in. Jack looked defeated sitting there at the table. "Jack."
"What are you doing here?" He asked as she closed the door behind her.
"Helping my client," she sat down across from him.
"How did you even get past Davis?"
"The commissioner ordered him," she shrugged like it was no big deal.
"You know the commissioner, of course," he shook his head in disbelief.
She ignored his remark and set about getting down to business. "What happened, Jack?"
"Nothing," he answered her nonchalantly.
"Jack, they are accusing you of murder!"
"I know the facts!" He hissed.
"Then tell me what happened?"
"You shouldn't be here Miss Fisher," he crossed his arms and looked directly at her.
She ignored the look and continued with her questioning "You showed up at my house last night, completely drunk and barely able to stand. Jack, I have known you for a while now and I have never see you like that."
"I had a few drinks, that's all."
"Liar," she retorted. "Tell me what happened."
He remained silent and the two of them started a staring match. She knew he was lying and refused to back down from his look.
Jack finally looked away from her and whispered softly "just go home Phryne."
"I refuse to allow someone I care about be accused of a crime they didn't commit."
"How do you know I didn't?" He asked with vile.
"Jack?"
"You want me tell you exactly what happened last night? All the details so you can come in and save the day? Is that what you want?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Well, I can't," he got to his feet.
"What are you hiding from me Jack?" her voice arising with anger that he was lying to her. "Tell me the truth Jack!"
"I don't need you helping me!"
"You are lying to me, Jack. Tell me what happened last night!"
"I can't remember okay!" He slammed his hand on the table and dropped his head.
"What?" Phryne asked taken back by his statement. Jack sighed and sat back down.
"I have no recollection of the events that occurred last night. For all I know I did murder that man," he whispered as their eyes met and she saw that he was telling the truth.
To Be Continued.