"Nat Stone Private Eye" 

                               I wish to remain Anno please

                                Chapter One

 I was leaning back in my chair reading the sports page, when the phone rang. I  answered it, and was greeted by a very cultured female voice asking "if this was Mr. Nathan Stone, the detective"? "Yes it is" I answered. What can I do for you?" "You have   been highly recommended to my sister and I, and we would like to hire you, for a very
 dangerous assignment. Could you meet us at our home this afternoon?" she asked. I said    "that would be fine", and after telling me how to get there, as he hung up. So at two   forty-five, I pulled up in front of an iron gate. An older man came out of a gate house and asked me "what I wanted." When I told him "I had an appointment with a Miss
  Harrington, he said "that I was expected" and opened the gate. I drove through and on
 up a long U shaped driveway, and stopped in front of a very large house. As I got out of
  my car, the front door opened and a lady in a maids uniform waited while I walked up
  to the door. She then asked me to "come with her as she guided me down a rich looking
  hallway to a sitting room." On entering this room, I was met by two ladies and a man.
  The two ladies looked to be about forty years old, and the man a few years older. They
    introduced themselves as Cornelia and Betty Harrington, and a Dr. Gates After the
 introductions, we all sat down, and Cornelia told me what had happened to bring me out
  here. "She said that her brother, a Mr. Don Harrington has been kidnapped two weeks
  ago. Further that there had been demands from the kidnappers, and they were worried
    sick about him" She also went on to say that "Dr. Gates had been told by a reliable
  source, that Mr. Harrington was being held in a private mental hospital. This hospital
  was called The Shady Rest, and was about ten miles from the estate." She then asked "if
  there was any way that I could get him out of there." I thought about for a few minutes
   and said "there was no way I could think of, but to give a day or so to see if I could
 come up with an idea." I said "that I had a few friends who had come up with some wild
   ideas before, and maybe they could again, I said "that I would talk over the problem
   with them and get back her in twenty-four hours, one way or another." She said "she
  didn't like the delay, but would do nothing until she heard form me." With that I said
  "goodbye" and drove back to my office. That evening, I contacted Harry Ward and his
   buddy Ross Weaver. These two had provided some very strange ideas in the past, that
 somehow always seemed to work. Little Did I ever dream that this one was to nearly get
                                       me killed.
   The solution they came up with was to get me admitted to the hospital as a patient. A
 very violent patient who would be arrested by the police for causing a disturbance at the
  Harrington estate and busting up some furniture. Then I would take a few days to find
   my way around and see if Mr. Harrington was in fact being held there. This sounded
              reasonable. The problem didn't show itself until I was inside.
      We set everything up for the next day, and the Dr. would be called out to sign
 commitment papers after the police had got me under control. The next day, I arrived at
   about ten-thirty AM, and went about setting everything up. I then started yelling and
   screaming as loud as I could and started throwing furniture around. Cornelia quickly
 called the police, who arrived about five minutes later. They quickly had me subdued in
  handcuffs and leg shackles, and were going to take me to jail. Cornelia said "she would
 feel better, if they could take me to a hospital where I could get some treatment." When
    one of the cops said "that they would have to find a doctor to sign the commitment
  papers," Cornelia said "that their family doctor could do that and that she would have
     him meet the cops at the hospital." The cops agreed to this, and drove me to the
    hospital, where we were met by the doctor. I had calmed down by now, so the cops
    released me while the doctor asked me a few questions, and filled out the necessary
   forms. The police left, and the doctor gave the forms to a clerk, and left. The clerk
  called in a couple of large size female nurses. Then with one holding my lest arm, we
    followed the other down the hall and thru a locked door, and then into a treatment
    room. The one holding me asked me "if I would allow them to process me into the
 hospital, or would they have to get some help?" I said "I would quietly do whatever they
 wanted me to." One of them then sat a large cardboard box in front of me, and "told me
    to get undressed and put all of my things in the box." While I was doing this they
    introduced them selves as Pam Smythe and Barb Mitchel, and Pam was the nurse in
  charge. When I had placed all of my clothing in the box Miss mitchel took it away and
   Miss Smythe then took an examination flash light and looked in my mouth, nose and
   ears. Miss Mitchell then arrived back and watched as Miss Smythe (wearing surgical
 gloves) lifted my genitals and looked under them. She then had me turn around and bend
   over. She then inserted a finger into my rectum to check for anything hidden there.
      Miss Mitchel then handed me a pair of pajama bottoms and a hospital gown and
   housecoat, and told me to put them on. When I had done so, Miss Smythe told me "to
  turn around, "then placed a heavy leather strap around my waist and fastened it in back
    with a lock buckle. Attached to the front of this strap were two heavy leather lock
  wristlets. These were fastened to the ends of two foot strap that in turn was fsatened to
 the front of the waist belt by a large metal ring, Once these cuffs were fastened in place
  I could move my hands about twelve inches from my waist. Then she took my arm and
 walked me out of the room, down a hallway to the elevator and took us up to the second
   floor. Here she unlocked and opened a door into what I would later learn was a day
  room for male patients. She locked the door behind me and I went and found a place to
                          sit where I could look out a window.
 I dont know how long I sat there with nothing to do, but after what seemed like a couple
   of hours, two nurses came and got me. They led me out of the room and into another
   treatment room. On entering I could see a few things sitting on a table that made me
  feel frightened. One of the two nurses asked me if I was going to let them do what was
    needed, or would they have to get some help. Again I decided to let them go ahead
  without causing any problem. Having told them to go ahead, one of them {her name tag
  showed she was a Miss Schultz] then unlocked and removed my wristlets and waist belt.
   The other nurse [whose name tag said Miss Simpson] told me to remove my housecoat
  and pajama bottoms. I felt a little self conscious, leaving me standing there bare from
  the waist down, but they didn't seem to notice anything. In fact they stood one on each
  side and proceeded to pin a large and thick diaper on me. Next they had me put my feet
   into the legs of a pair of blue plastic pants, which they tugged into position. The next
   thing I know Miss Simpson is locking a pair of heavy leather cuffs around me ankles.
  When I looked up from this, Miss Schuktz is standing in front of me holding up a strait
  jacket. Ordering me to hold my arms out in front, she slipped the sleeves of the jacket
   on over my arms and pushed it up around my neck and shoulders. Miss Simpson then
    pulled the jacket around me and started buckling the straps tightly down the back.
 Having completed doing this, she reached between my legs and pulled a trap up between
  my legs and buckled in tight to the back of the jacket. Miss Schultz then folded my left
    arm across my chest while Miss Schultz took hold of the sleeve strap and pulled it
  around behind my back, and then did the same with my right arm. Next she buckled the
 sleeve straps together in back, and telling me "to exhale, roll my shoulders forward and
 pull in my gut," she pulled the straps tighter as Miss Shultz pushed my elbows together.
   This resulted in my arms being strapped very tightly around my chest. They were so
     tight I had trouble breathing, and I asked them "to loosen the straps a bit." They
  laughed and said" that this was the way they had been told to do it." They now led me
     out of the room, down the hall to the elevator, where they took me down to the
  basement. They then took me to a part of basement I had not seen before. Miss Schultz
 unlocked a door and Miss Simpson took me through into a long hallway. Then after Miss
  Schultz had closed and locked the door, they walked me down the hall a ways further,
  and stopped in front of a heavy metal door. Miss Schultz unlocked and opened it telling
             me "to go in." Then she closed and locked the door behind me.
 I looked around and found I was in a room about six feet long and about four feet wide.
 I also noticed that the walls and floor were covered with thick foam rubber sheeting. So
  here I was in full restraint, in small padded cell with no idea how long I would be kept
  like this. I had noticed it was close to three-thirty when I had left the day room. After
 what seemed like five or six hours, [really only and hour and a half] I started to develop
  cramps in my arms and shoulders, that I could not ease and soon became so painful that
  I started yelling for someone to come and help me. It seemed like only a few minutes,
    when the door opened and two female nurses came in. They never said a word, but
   pulled a rubber gas mask over my head and face which they then pulled the straps up
  tight and left me alone once more. I was now completely alone and in the dark, as the
  eye pieces had been painted over. Not only was I still suffering the cramps but was in
  the dark, and no matter how loud I yelled, no one could hear me. I was left alone like
 this till meal time, when I was taken out of the cell by two nurses I had not seen before.
    The first thing they did was remove my gas mask. They then put on rubber gloves,
  opened the bottom part of my strait jacket, pull my plastic pants down and changed my
   diaper. Then after re-fastening the jacket, they took me over to a very stout wooden
   chair. Then when I sat down they buckled heavy leather strap around my chest , over
 my lap, and around my legs. They then put a plastic barbers cloth around me and started
   to feed me. When this was finished, they un strapped me, and led me back to my cell
  where they warned me to be quiet, closed and locked the door and left. The cramps had
  gotten worse since they hadn't touched the jacket straps, but I decided to stay quiet as
  long as I could. They left me like all night except for changing my diaper a couple of
                                         times.
  The next morning Miss Smythe came and got me out of the cell and the restraints, so I
 could shave and shower and have breakfast. She then put wristlets waist belt and anklets
 on me, and told me that I was to spend ten hours in a wet sheet pack. She then said "that
 she wondered what was going on as they were treating me so bad." She also asked me "if
   I could tell her what I was doing here as I wasn't acting the way most patients do." I
     told her "I was supposed to be undercover here looking for a man that had been
   kidnapped, and was reported as being kept here." She said she "wouldn't say anything
 and would try to find out if this were true" She also said "that Miss Lorri Schultz, Miss
   Barb Mitchel and Miss Caron Simpson could be trusted to help me." Then saying "she
 was sorry, but she had to take me down to the hydro therapy room and help put me into
  the pack" When we got to the therapy room. I saw that there five nurses there who had
   changed their stiffly starched white aprons for rubberized white cotton aprons. Then
   while Pam changed her apron for a rubber one, one of the other nurses removed my
   restraints and my pants and diaper and gown, so that I was left standing there naked.
 This didn't seem to bother anyone, and then I was told to get up on the bed and lay face
    up with my arms at my side. I had noticed when we came in that there were sheets
 hanging down on both sides of the bed. Then when Pam had changed, she came over and
 joined with the other nurses, so that there were three on each side of the bed. The three
  on my right side then lifted a sheet and wrapped it tight over my right side and chest.
 They then let go of it and rolled me up on my right side while the nurses on the left side
    of the bed tucked the sheet tightly in under me, and rolled me back to my face up
    position. Now the nurses on the left side of the bed pulled a sheet up and wrapped
  tightly around my lest side, let go of the sheet and rolled me up on my left side, while
   the nurses on the right side of the bed tucked the sheet tight under me, and rolled me
   over on my back. They did this with four more sheets, and then came the restraints.
 These were four inch wide, heavy web straps, that had a buckle and a length of one inch
 wide web straps on each end that fastened around the bed rails on either side of the bed.
  They put one over my chest, another over my waist, another over my hips, and another
  one over my upper thighs, They then put one around my ankles and from the bottom of
   which, another strap was bought down and buckled around the rail at the foot of the
                                         bed.
  This was called a wet sheet pack, designed to calm violent patients, however in my case
 it was designed to break what spirit I had left after the days in seclusion wearing a strait
  jacket and ankle hobbles. About an hour or so after they left me, Pam came back to see
   how I was doing. Her appearance immaculate in her uniform with the stiffly starched
   white apron rustling as she moved around] really gave me a lift. She said "to hang in
    there and she would try to help as much as she could." She went on to say "that she
  couldn't loosen any of my restraints, as that would tip off the people responsible, and
  get us all into trouble." I lay there for the next ten hours suffering cramps and a lot of
   discomfort which Pam s appearance every little while did a lot ease. Finally my time
 was up and two other nurses came in to let me out of the pack. When I tried to get up, I
 found I didn't have enough strength, and had to be helped. They finally got me standing
 up, and put a diaper, plastic pants and gown on me. This was followed by a strait jacket
    and anklets. Needles to say I was far too weak to resist. When they had me tied up
 again, they used a wheelchair to take me back to the seclusion section, where they again
                              locked me in a padded cell.
   The next morning Miss Lorri Schultz took me out of the cell and changed my diaper.
  She then strapped me into the feeding chair, and fed me what passed for breakfast. She
 then apologized and pulled my sleeve straps up another two notches. When I asked why,
   she said "that the matron had ordered her to do it, and if she didn't they would know
 that she was part of the plot to free me and Mr.Harrington." She then helped me into the
                   cell, closed and locked the door and left me alone.
   It was about an hour or so after Lorri left me, that the matron came into my cell and
  checked the tension of the straps holding me in the jacket. She even tried to pull them
 tighter, but couldn't. I was left alone in the cell for the rest of the day, except for being
       taken out to change my diaper and to get fed at lunch time and dinner time.
  Later that evening Miss Barb Mitchel and Miss Karen Simpson, came and took me up to
  one of the single bed wards. Here they removed my jacket and anklets. Barb then told
    me "to lie down on the bed while she and Karen fastened wrist ankle and torso bed
   restraints on me." They then changed my diaper, and left me like that for the night.
  The next morning Lori looking very attractive in her fresh uniform, Karen woke me to
    get prepared for breakfast. She said "that before she could let me up she had been
 ordered to give me a bladder irrigation treatment. With that she pulled the covers back,
  pulled my plastic pants down and opened my diaper. She then opened a sterile package
 and removed a mask and a pair of surgical gloves, which she put on. Next she removed a
  surgical drape, which she put over my genitals. Then taking hold of my penis with her
  left hand, she pulled back my foreskin and wiped the end of my penis with a couple of
 sterile swabs. She then picked up a Foley catheter and stuck the end of it into the end of
      my penis. She then continued to push the catheter in until a few drops of urine
  appeared. She then clamped off the end of the catheter and injected some sterile water
  into the tubing in the side of the catheter to inflate a small balloon on the end that was
     now in my bladder to keep it in place. Next she attached a tube to the end of the
     catheter. This would take the urine from the catheter to a plastic collection bag.
   Removing the clamp from the catheter, she waited until my bladder was empty, then
                                 disconnected the tube.
   She next picked up a large hypodermic syringe that held about a half litre of sterile
  water. Then connecting this to the catheter, she injected the contents into my bladder.
   When she had it empty, she replaced it with another one. My bladder now was so full
 that it seemed ready to burst. I was soon squirming in my restraints. Lori said "she was
  sorry but had to do as she was told, and besides that she admitted that she liked to see
 patients writhing in their restraints." So while I suffered she went about cleaning up the
    mess and generally moving around the room. I did enjoy listening to the rustle and
                      swish of her stiffly starched uniform apron.
  When I had had my bursting bladder for about ten minutes, she unclamped the catheter
  and allowed me to empty my bladder. She again said "she was sorry to put me through
  the treatment, and also that she now had to put me in a strait jacket, anklets and padded
   cell for the day. Later on that day, Pam came to check on me, and while she changed
   me, we had a talk. She told me "that Mr. Harrington, was being held up on the third
     floor. Also that he was being kept in seclusion, much the same way that I was." 
  I asked her "if there was any way we could get him and us out of here." Pam said "she
 didn't know of any right now, but talk to Lori,Barb and Karen to see if they could think
  of a way between them" Just then we heard the rattle and swish of stiffly starch skirts
    coming down the hall, so Pam closed and locked the door just as a supervisor came
  around the corner. When she asked Pam what she was doing, Pam replied "that she was
  just checking on the patients in seclusion" The supervisor then unlocked and opened my
    door. She looked closely at me, then came in and tried to tighten the straps on my
  jacket. Fortunately Pam had already managed to pull them up an extra notch while we
                                     were talking.
   Two more days went by while endured being locked up in restraints so tight that they
    always produced cramps about an hour after they were applied. Then Pam came by
   again, and while pretending to check my jacket told me "that she lori, beth and karen
   had come up with a plan. She said "it would take about five days to set it up, and she
                         would tell me when they had it ready.
  The first thing she had to do was get her shift changed to midnight's." She then told me
 "that the orders for the next five days had me scheduled to spend three ten hour days in
   a wet sheet pack, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it." She did say "that
   she would check on me as much as she could." With that she left me locking the door
                                      behind her.
  The next morning she took me down to the hydro-therapy room and helped five other
  nurses put me into the pack. It was eight am when they finished and they kept me like
 that until six p.m. Pam did come by several times to see how I was doing. I told her that
 the strait jacket produced pretty painful cramps, but this wet pack produced cramps that
                              were several times as severe.
 In fact one time when she came I was yelling for someone to let me out of the pack. Pam
   tried to ease my discomfort, but short of taking me completely out of the pack, there
         was little she could except talk to me and offer some comfort that way. 
   Finally at 6pm they came and let me out of the pack. I was so weakened by the ordeal
    that they had to have two nurses hold me up while two others put on the diaper and
  plastic pants. They then put the anklets and strait jacket on me. I wondered why, since
  in my condition I could not have resisted anyway. They did put me in a wheel chair to
  return me to seclusion, where I fell into a deep sleep. Even the jacket cramps could not
                                    keep me awake.
 I think it must have been about eleven o'clock when Barb and Karen woke up and got me
     into a wheel chair. Then they wheeled me back to the single bed ward. Here they
     removed my jacket and anklets, laid me down on the bed and put me into the bed
 restraints. When they had changed my diaper, they turned off the light and left me alone
                                     for the night.
   The next morning Pam and Lori came and got me up and into the shower. This really
  felt good. Then after I had got dried off they put the diaper, plastic pants, anklets and
   strait jacket on me. They then fed me some breakfast and took me back to seclusion.
  There Pam told me "they had< a plan to create a diversion by lighting a fire in the side
  of the hospital opposite the area that Mr. Harrington and I were being held." She also
   said that "they would get a pair of white pants and shirt for me to wear and we could
  just walk out the in the confusion." She said "Lori had arranged for a car to pick us up
   in the parking lot" They closed and locked the door and left me alone till lunch time.
 Pam and Lori came and got me out of the cell and into the feeding chair, after changing
  me in the hallway. The presence of some of the staff and a couple of visitors stopped in
 the hallway to watch all this activity. This in fact did not make me feel any better While
 they were feeding me, Pam said everything was scheduled for early Sunday morning. As
 this was Wednesday, it meant that I would have to spend two more days in the wet sheet
 pack. Pam said "she was sorry, but couldn't do anything about it as she could not change
    to the midnight shift till Saturday." They then left me alone in seclusion till dinner
                                         time. 
    About ten that night two nurses I had never seen before took me from the seclusion
     room up to a single bed ward in a different part of the hospital and removing my
   restraints put to bed with the usual bed restraints and left me The next morning two
   more strange nurses got me shaved and showered and fed. Then putting me in anklets
 waist belt and wristlets, took me down to the hydro therapy room. There were the usual
 number of nurses there and they lost no time getting me into the pack. I think they must
  have got it tighter than before, if that's possible. Anyway it seemed like no time at all
  till the cramps arrived severe enough to have me yelling for help. The nurses that had
   put me in the pack arrived and put a gas mask over my head and face. This prevented
   my yells from being heard out side the room and again put me in the dark, as the eye
                     pieces on this mask had been painted over too.
   It seemed to me that being in the dark cut me off from everything and everybody. It
    also had the effect of intensifying the pain from the cramps, and made the time go
                                        slower. 
 The time finally came for them to let me out of the pack, which they did and then it was
 back to diaper plastic pants jacket anklets and seclusion for another four hours. At about
 ten pm they took me back up to the single bed ward, removed my jacket and anklets, and
  put me to bed in the bed restraints. Then after changing me, they turned the lights off
                           and left me till the next morning.
  Barb and Karen came in about seven am, got me up, shaved, showered and fed. Then it
 was back into the jacket and anklets and seclusion room. At noon, Pam came and got me
  and changed me and fed me. Then she put me back in the cell. While she was doing all
    this, she said "that they wouldn't be able to get the shirt and pants they wanted, so
   would have to put me in restraints on a stretcher and take me out like that." She said
  "that with all the confusion, no one would notice on more patient being taken out like
         that." I was kept in seclusion for the rest of that day, and spent another
                            night in bed with the restraints.
  Barb and Karen came and did the honours that Sat. morning, and took me down to the
   wet pack room. Here they and the other four nurses put me into the pack, and left me
   for the day with the exception of one of them checking on me every hour. Finally my
   time was up and they once more got me into seclusion till bedtime at ten o'clock. The
  next morning Pam and Lori came and got me onto a stretcher while Barb was getting a
          fire started, and Karen was waiting to get Mr. Harrington ready to go.
  The fire alarm sounded as the other part of the building started to fill up with smoke.
     Pam and Lori quickly got me into restraints, threw a blanket over me and started
 moving me and the stretcher towards the door. We made just as Karen arrived with Mr.
   Harrington and Barb came running. We quickly moved to the parking lot and into the
                                  waiting ambulance.
 We were then driven to the Harrington estate where the girls changed out their uniforms
   and I got into some street clothing. It took me a few minutes to recognize the girls,
  since I had never seen them wearing anything but the voluminous stiffly starched white
                             aprons over their blue dresses.
  When we were all squared away, we went into the living room and met Mr.Harrington
     and his two sisters. The family doctor was not there, and when I asked why, Mr.
 Harrington said "he, the doctor had left town." He further said "that Cornelia had found
     out that the doctor was in with the kidnappers, and had been responsible for my
    treatment in the hospital. Apparently they thought that with mistreatment and slow
   starvation I would eventually die of natural causes." He also said "that Cornelia had
  found out to-day what was going on through the head nurse who had been a childhood
                                       friend." 
   With that, we all had a big dinner, and went to bed. Mr.Harrington said "that in the
     morning, after breakfast we would have another meeting where he would have a
                                   surprise for us." 
                                    TO be continued

                             Please keep the author anon.