Ashbury College - Ashburian Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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The three men began talking again and she drifted out of the room silently. You say he hasn ' t a car, eh? Constable Peters asked. No, he doesn ' t. I don ' t think him responsible enough to drive one came the answer of Mr. Harris. Constable Kingsley was busily ticking off things on a printed piece of paper as the other two talked. Do you know whether he has a girl friend? asked Constable Peters. Jules . . . Ha! No one likes him. No, of course he doesn ' t have a girl friend. At least not one that I know of. retorted Jim Harris. Oh, I see . . . Well, do you know whether he has been experimenting with drugs? Mr. Harris was struck with this question. He sat there looking at Constable Peters silently, then he said, Ah, well, I ' m not sure. Well, I never thought about it! No, I really don ' t know. Constable Peters looked sternly at Mr. Harris and said to Constable Kingsley, O.K. let ' s go, we ' ve got all the information we need. The two men shook hands with Mr. Harris and said they were sure they would find Jules; they would work on it. Then Constable Peters stopped suddenly and said to Mr. Harris, By the way, Jules hasn ' t been at school for the last few days. Also he does have a girlfriend. She ' s missing too. I ' m afraid this is going to be bad news for you. I ' m afraid she has been experimenting with drugs frequently! Mr. Harris stood in the doorway dumbfounded as the two men got in their patrol car. He couldn ' t believe that his Jules could do such a thing. He tried to reassure himself over and over yet he always failed. The patrol car drove off and Mr. Harris closed the door. He found Mary asleep when he went into their room. He decided not to disturb her and went downstairs again. He sat in the living room by the phone and waited. He feared the worst. Could Jules do it? He asked himself the question again and again. The hours passed and he fell asleep — his hand on the phone. Jules lay in the arms of his girlfriend, Carol. The room they were in was smoke filled and wreathed in the smell of incense and other miscellaneous odours. Music was blaring from the small record player in the corner. The record was stuck and repeated the same bars over and over again. 12

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Mr. Harris dropped his son off at the school. They had said nothing to each other all the way. Jim thought that quite unusual, like many things about Jules lately. No, I ' m sorry, Mr. Harris. We haven ' t seen Jules all day was the reply of the principal. The form teacher said he had been looking pale lately and looked sick . Well, thanks anyway, Mike. Now if you hear anything call me right away! Sure, Jim, I will; I hope you find your boy. Mr. Harris hung up the phone — he had an anxious look on his face. Mary, his wife, stood behind him and sensed that the call proved negative. Where could Jules be? It ' s already 7:30 and he ' s still not home, she said. Oh, he ' ll be alright, he ' s probably just with a friend lied Mr. Harris. Jim was very worried about Jules. He had instructed Jules always to phone home to tell his parents where he was. Jules seemed always to do that, yet tonight he had forgotten or was unable to. It was now 12 midnight and Jim Harris could hear the wail of a police siren approaching. He knew where its destination was — it was his house. Mr. Harris had called the police 15 minutes ago and informed them about the disappearance of Jules. Jim opened the front door as the patrol car pulled up. Two plain- clothesmen quickly got out and ascended the few steps to the front door. Mr. Harris let them in. My name is Constable Peters and my partner is Constable Kingsley. We ' d like to ask you a few questions in connection with your son ' s disappearance . Mr. Harris listened to the patented lines and with a shaky hand directed the two to sit down in the living room. Mr. Harris had his top shirt button open and his tie dangling sloppily. The three of them had talked for ten minutes when Mrs. Harris entered the room. She had just awakened from a nap. She walked sleepy-eyed over to her husband and whispered in his ear Have they found Jules? Jim replied, No, they haven ' t but we ' re arranging a search for him. Don ' t worry darling, we ' ll find him.

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Jules was unconscious and was perspiring profusely. Carol held his head and looked up at the ceiling blankly. They were under the influence of drugs. Jules ' pulse rate was very very slow. He was dying. Carol began scanning the room, then she realized what had occured. She clumsily lifted herself to her feet, brushing her tight jeans. Jules lay limply on the dusty floor, staring into space. He was very pale. Carol looked at him and knelt beside him. She was very experienced in the use of drugs and realized the mistake she had made with Jules. A lethal overdose of heroin. She knew he was unable to take heroin at his stage in drug taking — but he had insisted. She was scared now, scared that Jules might die because of her. Carol thought frantically of what to do. She decided to call his parents. Luckily she had a dime to call. As she was leaving the musty room she glanced at the limp body of Jules and quickened to a run towards the nearest phone booth. e4c%4:% % Mr. Harris was startled awake by the rude call of the telephone. His watch said 4:30 a.m. Jim picked up the phone and heard the excited voice of Carol at the other end of the line. She quickly gave him instructions where to find Jules, and Mr. Harris, although tired, remem- bered them clearly. When Carol had hung up, crying, Jim Harris called the police and related all the information Carol had told him. They said they would come and pick him up in five minutes. Jim bounded up the stairs and wakened his wife. Mary guessed what was happening and said she would be ready in five minutes. The two of them were set to go when the patrol car pulled up — a minute late. Inside were Constables Peters and Kingsley who had been talking to Mr. Harris only three hours before. Mr. Harris and his wife opened the door quickly. The car pulled off at a fast speed while they were just seating themselves. They were an odd sight in the dark and empty streets of the city, screaming along in a patrol car with a flashing red light. After about twelve minutes driving at top speed they wheeled around a corner sharply and the dark street revealed a shabby neigh- bourhood. The tallest building was a four storey apartment house and they pulled up beside this dingy place, bursting out of the car. Mr. and Mrs. Harris looked down the street where another patrol car was coming and behind it an ambulance. The four of them ran through the door and in the hallway saw Carol hunched by the wall sobbing. The two constables rushed in the only 13