He nodded. “Okay,” he said. “Well, the women go in through this door and are booked. They’re taken along this passage—”
“What’s that square there you’ve drawn?”
“That’s the guards’ office. That next to it is the police surgeon’s office. That’s the mortuary behind it and the P.M. room. We keep them all together because Flaggerty likes to make the jail his headquarters.”
“Okay. Where’s A floor?”
“You reach it by this elevator. The women are not allowed] to use the stairs because the stairs give off to the other floors.”
“How many women prisoners have you got in there?”
“Four—no, three. One of ’em died this morning.”
“Where’s Miss Wonderly’s cell?”
He showed me the cell on the map he’d drawn. I made him mark it with a cross.
“How many guards have you up there?”