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Gripping the clergyman’s elbow, the commandant marched him through a chapel lit by brilliant Tiffany stained-glass windows and flung open the door to the Navy chaplain’s office. Behind a sturdy desk, Isaac Bell rose to his full height, immaculate in white.
Skelton turned pale. “Now, wait, everyone, gentlemen, this is not what you imagine.”
“You were a fake writer on the train,” said Bell. “Now you’re a fake preacher.”
“No, I am truly of the clergy. Well, was… Defrocked, you know. Misunderstanding, church funds… a young lady… Well, you can imagine.”
“Why did you impersonate Arnold Bennett?”
“It presented an opportunity I could not afford to pass up.”
“Opportunity?”
Skelton nodded eagerly. “I was at the end of my rope. Parties in England had caught up with me in New York. I had to get out of town. The job was tailor-made.”
“Who,” asked Bell, “gave you the job?”
“Why, Louis Loh, of course. And poor Harold, who I gather is no longer among us.”
“Where is Louis Loh?”
“I’m not entirely sure.”
“You’d better be sure,” roared the commandant. “Or I’ll have it beaten out of you.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Bell said. “I’m sure-”
“Pipe down, sir,” roared the commandant, cutting him off as they had agreed ahead of time. “This is my shipyard. I’ll treat criminals any way I want. Now, where is this Chinaman? Quickly, before I call a bosun.”
“Mr. Bell is right. That won’t be necessary. This is all a huge misunderstanding, and-”
“Where is the Chinaman?”
“When I last saw him, he was dressed like a Japanese fruit picker.”
“Fruit picker? What do you mean?”
“Like the fruit pickers we saw from the train at Vaca. You saw them, Bell. There’s vast communities of Japanese employed picking fruit. Berries and all…”
Bell glanced at the commandant, who nodded that it was true.
“What was he wearing?” Bell asked.
“Straw hat, checkered shirt, dungarees.”
“Were the dungarees overalls? With a bib?”
“Yes. Exactly like a Jap fruit picker.”
Bell exchanged glances with the commandant. “Do you have fruit trees on Mare Island?”
“Of course not. It’s a shipyard. Now, see here, you, you’d better come clean or-”
Bell interrupted. “Reverend, you have one opportunity not to spend the rest of your life in prison. Answer me very carefully. Where did you see Louis Loh dressed like a fruit picker?”
“On the queue.”
“What queue?”
