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.. . stabbed by a petty criminal .. .
    thrown to the ground and run over by a carriage .. . or a runaway horse .. . hit by a motorcar .. . Olivia couldn't bear it.
    "She's fine." He sounded exasperated, rather than sympathetic.
    "She's here wither .. . a group of young ladies .. . and we ..
    . uh .. . the lieutenant determined from the look of her that she didn't ... ah .. . quite belong here. The other .. . er ... young ladies ... are being detained overnight. To put it quite bluntly, Miss Henderson, they've all been arrested for demonstrating without a permit.
    And if you'll be good enough to come and get your sister immediately, we'll send her home without booking her, and no one will be the wiser.
    But I suggest you don't come down here alone, if there's someone you can bring with you." Her mind went completely blank. She didn't want Donovan or Petrie knowing that Victoria had just been picked up by the police and narrowly missed being arrested, and she certainly didn't want them telling her father.
    "What exactly did she do? " Olivia asked, overwhelmed with gratitude that they were willing to let Victoria go and not arrest her.
    "Demonstrate, like the others, but she's very young, and very foolish, and she tells me she only got to New York yesterday. I suggest the two of you go back where you came from as soon as possible, before she gets herself in more trouble with this damn fool Women's Suffrage Association she's gotten herself mixed up with. She's giving us quite a time.
    She didn't want us to call you. She wants us to arrest her." He said it with a tone of amusement, as Olivia closed her eyes in horror.
    "Oh my God, please don't listen to her. I'll be right there."
    "Bring someone with you, " he said again sternly.
    "Please don't arrest her, " Olivia breathe into the phone in a whisper, begging him, but he had no intention of doing that and causing a scandal. It was easy to see from her shoes, and her clothes, and even the hat she wore, however "simple" she thought she appeared, that Victoria did not belong with the others. And he wasn't about to get kicked off the force for arresting some fancy aristocrat's daughter.
    He wanted her off his hands as soon as Olivia could get there.
    But Olivia didn't even know where to begin, or who to talk to.
    Unlike her sister, she couldn't drive a car, and didn't want to alert the servants. She'd have to get a cab, it would take too long if she went by streetcar, and there was absolutely no one she could take with her, not even Bertie. She couldn't believe what had happened.
    Victoria actually wanted them to arrest her. She was completely crazy, and Olivia promised herself to be absolutely furious as soon as she had retrieved her from the Fifth Precinct. But first, she had to go get her.
    And as she tried on all the possibilities of how to get to her, how to get her out, and how to get there in a city she scarcely knew, and had no idea how to get around in, she realized the sergeant was right, and she had to bring someone with her. And as much as she hated to do it, she knew she had to. She had no choice, and she sat down quietly in the little closet they used for the telephone, and slowly lifted the receiver.
    As soon as the operator came on the line, she gave her the familiar number.
    It was the last thing she wanted to do, but there was simply no one else to call, not even John Watson, whom she had known all her life.
    But she had no doubt whatsoever that if she called him now, he would tell her father.
    The receptionist answered immediately, and told her to wait while she went to get him. She was extremely attentive once Olivia said who she was, although she had hoped not to have to. It was four-thirty by then, and she was terrified he might have left early. But he hadn't, and Charles Dawson's deep, quiet voice came on the line a moment later.
    "Miss Henderson? " He sounded surprised more than anything|d Olivia had to force herself not to whisper.
    I'm terribly sorry to bother