please take the prisoner to his quarters."
"Ja, min herre," he said and grinned at me. "If you will follow me, please." I followed him in somewhat of a daze. If this was the treatment accorded criminals in Sweden, how did they treat honest folk?
He led me down the hall to a huge oaken door, which he unlocked, opened and then stood aside for me to enter. I was stunned when I stepped inside. This was no cell, it was an apartment, a huge, spacious room with a great picture window overlooking the village, a large bed with carved head and footboard and a colorful spread, rustic furniture and a separate bathroom with both a tub and a shower. Prints of gallant scenes from Sweden 's past decorated the walls, and tasteful drapes, drawn at the moment, afforded privacy from outside passersby.
"I hope you will be well soon, min herre," said Karl in his accented English before closing the door.
"Thank you," I replied. I didn't know what else to say, although I wanted to say more. After his departure, I inspected the room closely. The windows were thick plate glass and could not be opened and the door also could not be opened from the inside, but no matter. I had no thoughts of escape from this prison.
I didn't get to sleep in the bed that night. Within minutes the door opened again to admit Jan and a balding, amiable but very efficient, doctor. "Strip, please," he said in English. I hesitated, but Jan made no move to leave, so I peeled my scant attire, really embarrassed to stand naked before her. Her face mirrored nothing but concern, however. Nudity, I learned, is sexual only under the circumstances with the Swedes.
The doctor poked, prodded, looked and listened, using a variety of instruments, and tapped, felt and pressed, all in silence, before he put away his instruments and stethoscope and nodded. "This man is suffering from severe malnutrition and vitamin deficiency, but worst of all, he has, in my opinion, double pneumonia," he said. "I suggest you call an ambulance, Inspector."
"Yes, Doctor," said Jan and ran from the room.
Within thirty minutes I was ensconced in a private room in a small, clean and efficient hospital. I was there a month, recuperating, a uniformed officer outside my door at all times but seeming more a companion than a guard. Each day, either Jan or Kersten, the sergeant or Karl visited me, and each time they brought me something, a bouquet, candy, a magazine or some other little gift.
Not once during my hospital stay was I questioned about my alleged crimes, nor was any reference made to my upcoming trial or the charges against me.
I was returned to my "cell" at the end of the month, before lunch, and at noon Karl brought me a menu. "We do not have a kitchen/' he said apologetically. "You may order what you wish from this, and we will bring it from the cafe. It is very good food, I assure you."
It certainly was. Within a month I was back nudging two hundred pounds.
The day following my release from the hospital, Jan called on me, accompanied by a thin man with sprightly features.
"I am Inspector Jan Lundstrom with the Swedish National Police," she said formally. "It is my duty to tell you that you will be held here for a period of time, and that it is also my duty to interrogate you. This is a minister, and he will act as interpreter. He speaks perfect English and is familiar with all of your American slang and idioms."
I was flabbergasted. "Aw, come on, Jan, you speak perfect English yourself," I protested. "What is this?"
"Swedish law requires that an interpreter fluent in the language of a prisoner be present when that prisoner is questioned, if he or she is a foreigner," said Jan, still speaking in correct tones as if she had never seen me before.
"The law also says you have the right to an attorney, and your attorney must be present at all times during your interrogation. Since you have no funds to retain a lawyer, the government of Sweden has appointed you a counsel. Her name is Elsa Kristiansson and she will meet with you later today. Do you understand everything I have told you?"
"Perfectly," I said.
"I will see you tomorrow, then," she said, and left.
An hour later there was a knock on my door and then the portal opened. It was one of the guards