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“A crewman must have scooped it up.”
“Or an accomplice.”
* * *
Bell picked up a blank from the purser’s desk and filled out his message. Rather than pass it before inquiring eyes, he carried the form directly to the Marconi house on the top deck of the ship between
Funnels 2 and 3.
A window curtain, gray with coal smoke, flapped in the wind as Bell walked into the radio room extending a British pound sterling note — five dollars, two days’ pay — to derail ahead of time any suggestion that he send his message through the purser. Nor did the operator, who was not a member of the Mauretania’s crew but employed by the Marconi Wireless Telegraph Company, remark that Bell’s message looked like gibberish, as it was written out in cipher.
Bell stood by as the operator dispatched his message by Morse code to a shore station at Malin Head. From there it would be relayed overland by telegraph and under the Irish Sea and English Channel by cable and back onto telegraph wires across the continent to the Van Dorn field office in Berlin. Depending how far at sea the Mauretania had preceded, Arthur Curtis’s reply would be transmitted from Ireland or relayed by other ships.
* * *
“Just in time for the bloviating,” Archie greeted Isaac Bell when the tall detective joined him in the smoking saloon. Midmorning, the male haven was crowded with gents smoking cigars, pipes, and cigarettes, playing chess and solitaire, and reading the ship’s newspaper. Thin northern daylight, filtered through stained glass and tobacco smoke, shone upon settees, tables, and armchairs grouped on a pale green carpet. Two ruddy-faced middle-aged men were arguing in raised voices. Bell cocked an ear. In smokers and club cars, even the judicious sank to braggadocio, spilling priceless information by the boatload.
“Who’s the large gent in tents of tweed?” he asked Archie.
“Earl of Strone, retired British Army.”
“Who’s that Strone’s squaring off against?”
“Karl Schultz, a Pan-Germanist coal-mining magnate known not so affectionately by the Ruhr Valley laboring classes as the ‘Chimney Baron.’ Before they get any louder, let me imbue you with courage. I implore you, my friend, moor the fair Marion before she drifts off.”
“Midnight tonight,” said Isaac Bell. “Every detail lined up. Champagne and music for the kickoff.”
“You can’t go wrong with champagne. But where will you get an orchestra at midnight? Even the steward who bugles goes to bed after he blows ‘Sunset.’”
“I’m going to surprise her with a gramophone.”
“Won’t a gramophone horn flaring from your dinner jacket spoil the surprise?”
“The horn is made of cardboard. The whole thing folds flat in a little box no bigger than a camera case.”
Archie looked at him with genuine admiration. “You are relentlessly strategic, Isaac.”
“Lillian’s pacing outside the door. You can give her the thumbs-up. It’s in the bag.”
“Is it too early in the morning to drink to your success?”
Bell had already caught the steward’s eye. “Two McEwan’s Exports, please.”
“I’ll be darned,” said Archie, rising to his feet and waving. “That’s Hermann Wagner, the banker. He hosted a dinner for us on our honeymoon in Berlin. Herr Wagner!”
Wagner came over, smiling. Bell noticed the air of the sophisticated Berliner about him, the elegant inverse of his coarse-grained countryman Chimney Baron Karl Schultz. While exchanging passenger chitchat about the rumored rough weather and agreeing that the Mauretania was already pitching heavily for such a long vessel, they were suddenly interrupted by the Earl of Strone heard across the saloon.
“What possible need has Germany for more dreadnoughts?”
“Because now strikes the hour of Germany’s rising power,” replied Schultz, as loudly.
Conversation ceased. Every man in the smoker waited for Lord Strone’s response.
The Briton tugged a watch from his vest. He thumbed it open, peered at the face, and announced to laughter, “The hour, by my timepiece, appears to be half-eleven.”
“I refer to Germany’s achievements,” Karl Schultz replied proudly. “We have surpassed England in the production of coal and steel, and our scientists are dominant in chemicals and electricity. We produce half the world’s electrical equipment. And we have a superior culture of music, poetry, and philosophy.”
Archie’s friend Hermann Wagner interrupted in a gentle voice. “‘Superior’ is perhaps a strong word among shipmates. From strength comes humility.”
