The City of Shadows by Michael Russell

water rank with the human body’s odours. This was not a place many men saw the inside of, but he was a policeman. He knew who these women were. Unwed pregnancy was not on the statute books as a crime in the Free State but every one of them was serving a sentence. As for the babies they’d borne there, those that survived were long gone, sent away for adoption or to industrial schools, with no knowledge of where they came from. He had never been past the hallway of the convent before, but as a guard in uniform he had brought girls here often enough; sometimes from a courtroom, sometimes straight from a police cell, because there was nowhere else to take them.
    As he followed the nun the length of the building, he was assailed by whistles and shouted propositions. Black-robed nuns appeared as if from nowhere to discipline the laughing women. By the time he reached the end of the laundry, order had been restored. The nun brought him into an office where the Mother Superior stood, fingering her rosary beads with a ferocity that had nothing whatsoever to do with prayer. Two startlingly large sisters, who wouldn’t have disgraced a rugby front row, stood shoulder to shoulder before a closed door on the far side of the room. Mother Eustacia looked at Detective Sergeant Gillespie with profound irritation.
    â€˜Are you responsible for this?’
    â€˜Responsible for what, Reverend Mother?’
    â€˜I see, you’re a fool as well as an incompetent.’
    â€˜I understand there’s been a mistake.’
    â€˜Yes, a mistake. You do know this woman isn’t pregnant at all?’
    He was thrown by this unlikely non-sequitur.
    â€˜The reason she was in custody –’
    She cut him off.
    â€˜We haven’t been able to examine her. We did try. I have a nun in the infirmary now as a result of the subsequent assault. However, she seems as aggressively confident about her condition in that respect as she does about everything else. I am, therefore, inclined to believe the woman.’
    He was still puzzled. It didn’t make much sense of soliciting a miscarriage from Hugo Keller, let alone getting arrested for doing it.
    â€˜Why did you bring her here, Sergeant?’
    â€˜I didn’t bring her here, Reverend Mother.’
    â€˜I don’t care which clown drove the car! She gave your name.’
    â€˜As far as I know she was brought to the convent by Special Branch. A Sergeant Lynch I think. Or maybe someone else. They’ve got so many incompetent fools there it’s hard to pin them down. Women’s welfare isn’t their usual line of work, although they do specialise in dirty laundry.’
    She looked at him, tightening her lips.
    â€˜You’ll keep a civil tongue, Sergeant. Just get her out of here!’
    â€˜Did she tell you who she is?’
    â€˜Yes, Sergeant, she certainly did. And what she is!’
    The Mother Superior offered no explanation and he could see that she wasn’t about to enlighten him. She nodded at the two nuns who were standing guard in front of the closed door. One of them opened it. In the small, cell-like room beyond the woman from Keller’s clinic sat on the edge of a table, smoking a cigarette. Her hair was dishevelled. Her clothes were torn in several places. She stood up and walked out into the office. Stefan could see that there was a bruise on her face. As she passed them the guardian nuns, despite their size, looked distinctly uncomfortable. It wasn’t physical fear. It was as if her proximity threatened them in some almost spiritual sense. The woman smiled with the insolent confidence she had shown when he was trying to question her at Pearse Street Garda station.
    â€˜Do you know what she is?’ said the Mother Superior darkly.
    â€˜What … she is?’
    â€˜A Jewess, Sergeant!’
    Mother Eustacia spoke the word as if she was still struggling to believe it. Stefan was unsure what would be an appropriate