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Evaluating Practice
Guidelines for the Accountable Professional
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Martin Bloom
University of Connecticut
Joel Fisher
University of Hawaii, Manoa
John G. Orme
University of Tennessee, Knoxville
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Contents
Chapter 8 Logs 47
Chapter 13 From the Case Study to the Basic Single-System Design: A–B 65
Never shall I forget the scene when Tish arrived, and, walking quietly
into the hall, asked for a cup of tea, as she had had no supper. Will,
supported by two of the doctors, was waiting on the stairs, and he tried to
throw himself at her.
“Supper!” he screeched. “You—you murderess! What have you done
with her? Let me loose! I want to kill her,” he shouted.
But Tish paid no attention to him whatever. So far as she was
concerned he might not have been there.
“With a little cinnamon toast, too, Aggie,” she said. “I’m about
famished.”
“She’s brazen!” cried Will. “She’s insane! Where is Emmie, Tish
Carberry?”
She looked at him as if she saw him for the first time.
“Oh, Emmie!” she said. “Well, that’s a long story. Now, Aggie, do I
get tea, or do I not?”
Well, they were obliged to wait, for it was clear she would tell them
nothing until she was ready. They had to lock Will in a room until she
had had it, however, and, although the men who had been digging in the
cellar had stopped work, they still held onto their spades. They were
certain they would have to dig somewhere.
But at last she had finished, and they brought Will down again and
confronted her with him again. She gave him a long, hard look, and then
she smiled.
“You’re a fool, Will Hartford,” she said calmly, “and your poor
helpless Emmie knows it. That’s why she’s helpless.”
“I know a murderess when I see one,” said Will.
“As to her being helpless,” Tish went on inexorably, “let me tell you
that, in spite of her total paralysis, she placed herself where you will find
her, and has since remained there of her own free will.”
“That’s a lie at the start,” said Will. “She can’t walk a step, and you
know it. Officers, if that woman gets out of this house she will attempt to
escape. It’s a ruse on her part. She’s got a car at the door.”
Tish sighed.
“Well, I’ve done my best for you, Will,” she told him. “Personally, I
don’t care whether Emmie is found or not. If I have a preference, it is for
the latter. But I’ll take you to her and the rest is up to you.”
I don’t believe any of them believed her. Will Hartford, indeed,
demanded handcuffs for her, but she only sat down quietly and refused to
stir if they used them. And when someone said she ought to be in jail on
general principles, she merely replied placidly that jails were no novelty
to her.
In the end they agreed to let her go free, and she rose briskly and
started out the kitchen door. It was a strange procession, indeed, and a
silent one, for that had been Tish’s condition.
“One unnecessary sound,” she said, “and I stop. Later on I shall place
you all at a point of observation, and I shall ask for silence.”
In the hall she had picked up a parcel she had brought in with her, and
she took it with her. The police were suspicious of it, but on their
threatening to open it she at once turned back, and they were compelled
to let it alone.
As I look back I can still see that strange group—Will broken and
supported by a doctor on each side, three policemen, six neighbors,
mostly armed with spades, and ourselves. And in the lead our dear Tish,
with no evidence of guilt about her, but rather as one who has done a
good and worthy deed. She moved swiftly, as though she knew the way
well, up through the pasture behind the house and through a grove of
trees, until at the other side we could dimly discern a small cabin, and a
light shining through the window.
Here Tish stopped and addressed us.
“We have come a half mile,” she said. “Mrs. Hartford may tell you
that she was brought here while unconscious, but she came here on two
perfectly healthy legs. I know, because I followed her. And she came
rapidly,” she added, with what I felt was a certain significance. “Now I
have one request to make. You will stay here until I have reached the
cabin; then you will come to the window as silently as possible.”
They let her go, and we did as she had requested. But never, so long as
I live, shall I forget the sight that greeted us as we stared through that
window.
The cabin was bare, save for a folding cot bed, a candle on a shelf, a
box for a chair and an old cooking stove with some utensils on it. And
lying on the cot, in a dressing gown over her nightdress, was Will’s
Emmie. She was scowling frightfully, and when Tish opened the door
she nearly jumped down her throat.
“Do you know what time it is?” she demanded furiously. “And that
I’ve had nothing to eat since breakfast?”
“I left you plenty for all day,” Tish told her. “And you know you can
get plenty more if you decide to come home.”
“I’m not walking back, if that’s what you mean,” Emmie snapped.
“Very well, but you are walking to this cookstove if you want any
supper,” Tish said, and sat down on the box. “If you could run a half mile
you can walk ten feet.”
I think Will would have broken away then and there, but Charlie
Sands took hold of him. And the next minute Emmie got off that cot and
walked across the room. She was in a frightful humor, for she slapped a
frying pan onto the stove, opened the package, and said: “Bacon again! I
hope I never see another pig!” and began to cook a meal for herself in a
most able-bodied but infuriated manner.
And she ate bread and butter over the stove while the meat was frying!
Tish only spoke once while this was going on.
“It’s a pity poor Will can’t see you now,” she said.
“If he was here I wouldn’t be having to do this,” she snapped.
“No,” said Tish. “The poor fool must like to be deceived. It’s my
experience that the weaker a man is the more he likes to have something
helpless around him. It makes him feel strong and protective.”
Well, Will made a noise at that, and Emmie suddenly threw up her
head and listened.
“Who’s out there?” she said in a dreadful voice.
“Only Will and two or three policemen and a few neighbors,” Tish
told her calmly. “They’re all glad you are well again, and can take your
place in the——”
But at that Emmie simply leaped at her, and the next moment Will
Hartford was inside, pulling her off our poor Tish and holding her so her
blows would do no damage. And then he put his arms around her and
glared at Tish as if she had been the one to blame.
“Leave!” he said. “Begone! To what brutality you have submitted my
poor wife I have yet to learn. But the law is not through. Not yet. Nor am
I.”
But Tish only stared at him with a faint and sardonic smile.
“Oh, yes, you are,” she told him. “You’re through. You’re as through
as you can be. I tried to save you, but you wouldn’t be saved.”
And with that didn’t Emmie suddenly cry out, “Oh, my poor legs!
There’s no feeling in them! It’s come again.”
And she sagged in his arms, just exactly as paralyzed as ever.
No, as Tish has often said, there is no moral to this tale. Emmie is still
paralyzed, but people get what they want in this world, and if they want a
helpless woman she’s about the easiest thing there is to obtain.
But it has been necessary to relate it as accurately as possible, because
of the stories that have been going round.
Tish certainly never dreamed that Emmie would leave the house. All
she meant to do by playing ghost was to prove that she was not paralyzed
at all, but had two perfectly good legs.
But Emmie’s legs were even better than Tish had expected. She says,
and I have never known her to exaggerate, that Emmie never went down
the stairs at all, but leaped over the stair rail. And when Tish tried to
catch her, because she was in her nightgown and the night was cool, the
silly fool simply kept on running.
It was daylight the next morning when Tish finally located her in the
cabin. But the chances are that Emmie saw her coming, for when Tish
went in she was lying on the floor with her eyes closed, and she only
opened them when Tish shook her.
Then she stared around feebly and said, “Where am I? And how did I
get here?”
She would not walk back, and Tish knew it was hopeless from that
minute.
As I have said, there is no moral whatever to this story. The nearest I
can come to it is that couplet Tish secured by automatic writing the other
day:
And even there, as dear Tish so aptly remarks, there is a question. For
how honest is a man who wants those about him to be weak so he can
feel strong?
THE END
Transcriber’s Notes
Punctuation errors have been corrected.
Page 178: “the Cumminges” changed to “the Cummingses”
Page 202: “unforunate swerve” changed to “unfortunate swerve”, “unseen obstalce”
changed to “unseen obstacle”
Page 252: “impossible to beleive” changed to “impossible to believe”
Page 256: “a sacred look” changed to “a scared look”
Page 269: “I thinks she’s” changed to “I think she’s”
Page 273-274: Some extraneous text was inserted after the paragraph ending
“cookstove, do you?” and before the paragraph starting with “He caught me by the
shoulder.” This extra text (“She’s right up in her room in bed. You don’t see me. “Not
unless you’ve moved her.”) has been removed based on consultation of another copy
of the book.
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