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“Stop telling me what I mean and tell me what you mean.”
“The broken chain that caused the accident was deliberately fractured, a fracture very likely caused, I believe, by a provocateur.”
“To what purpose?” Van Dorn demanded.
“To perpetrate a larger crime.”
“What larger crime?”
“I don’t know,” Bell admitted. “Although there have been incidents in labor disputes when provocateurs were employed by owners to fabricate excuses to arrest unionists. But I don’t think it is that.”
Van Dorn sat back and crossed his arms over his mighty chest. “I’m relieved to hear your logic. Wrecking his own coal mine is a mighty expensive method for Black Jack Gleason to arrest unionists.”
“I know. Which is why I wonder—
”
“Where were you when he sabotaged the mine train? Didn’t I send you there to prevent such attacks?”
Isaac Bell said, “I’m sorry I let you down, sir.”
Van Dorn stared hard at him for a full twenty seconds. Finally, he spoke. “We’ll get to that later. What did you see?”
Bell reported what stoked his suspicions: the suicidal effect of underground sabotage; the mysterious chisel mark he found on the broken link; and the fact that by arresting Higgins, the coal company had undercut the union effort.
Joseph Van Dorn stared at Isaac Bell.
Bell met his gaze coolly. The Boss was a very ambitious man, but he was an honest man and a responsible man.
“Against my better judgment,” Van Dorn said at last, “I will give you permission to investigate this vague idea for one week. One week only.”
“Thank you, sir. May I draw on men to help me?”
“I can’t spare anyone to help you. This Prince Henry tour requires every hand. You’re on your own.”
There was a sudden ruckus on the far side of the richly decorated dining room. Black Jack Gleason’s party were swaggering in and sitting down for lunch. Gleason pounded his fist on the table and vowed in a loud voice, “I will destroy the mining unions once and for all.”
The older mineowners counseled caution, noting that in Pennsylvania the union was strong: Winter is coming, we can’t afford a strike.
“The nation won’t put up with millions freezing in their homes.”
“It’s already cost the anthracite operators two million to pay, feed, lodge, and arm five thousand Coal and Iron Police with revolvers and breech-loading-magazine rifles. Heck, if we increase the miners’ pay ten cents a day, it would cost less than five thousand armed policemen.”
Gleason hit the tablecloth again. Silver jumped. Waiters sprang to rescue crystal. “Gentlemen, I will say it again. I will destroy the mining unions once and for all.”
“But mightn’t we do better to give the miners a small raise and nip it in the bud?” asked an owner.
“Before that damned dictator President Roosevelt horns in,” warned another. “He’ll demand we recognize the union.”
Van Dorn said to Bell, “The fellows around TR told me that he would love nothing more than to settle a strike.”
Black Jack Gleason laughed at compromise. “If they strike, I’ll break their strike like I broke every strike before,” he boasted.
Bell said to Van Dorn, “I heard him in the bar. He wants a strike if it will hurt his competitors.”
“Hard man,” said Van Dorn. “But very capable.” His manner toward Bell softened slightly. He himself was a hard man, but not the sort to hide his warm feelings for a young employee he admired. Isaac Bell had been his personal apprentice after graduating from Yale and was the immigrant Irishman’s favorite protégé.
“Be careful, Isaac. You heard Gleason. Labor and owners are scheming for every advantage in a high-stakes war. They’re digging in to fight to the death. Look out you don’t get caught between them.”
