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Bell was not surprised, but it had been worth a try. He asked, “Is there anyone else currently at large you could spare, sir?”
“You’ll have to make do with what I’ve given you,” Van Dorn said sternly. “You’ll be thin on the ground, so don’t get cocky. Weber and Fields are old hands but no longer spry, to put it mildly. They’re of the years when men age quickly. And Wish… well, enough said.”
“You’ve always said he’s a crack sleuth.”
“When sober,” Van Dorn shot back.
Bell said, “You are right, sir. I will be thin on the ground. Would you consider hiring a particular friend of mine as an apprentice? He’s a handy fellow with his fists — when I met him, he was captain of Princeton’s boxing team.”
“That will stand him in good stead against college men who’ve taken up crime.”
“He’s a whiz at disguises. He wanted to be an actor.”
“If he wanted to be, why isn’t he?”
“His mother forbade it.”
“Obedience to mothers,” Van Dorn responded drily, “is an admirable trait, but not the sort that spawns detectives with the requisite moxie.”
“He’s got plenty of moxie, and Kisley and Fulton will show him what to do with it. Sir, I could really use the extra hand.”
Van Dorn looked dubious. “I’d have to speak with him, size him up.”
“But you already have spoken with him.”
“What? When?”
“I believe you have his card in your vest pocket.”
Van Dorn reached into his vest. “Jack Finnerty?”
Isaac Bell kept a straight face. “Based on all I’ve learned about coal for this case, Mr. Van Dorn, I wouldn’t bet the farm on supercoal.”
Van Dorn flushed red as his whiskers. His eyes narrowed to pinpricks of blue flame, and his mighty chest filled like a bull’s. Isaac Bell braced for the explosion. But, at last, the Boss laughed.
“Flimflammed! You flimflammed me.”
“I had to demonstrate his moxie.”
“You did that, all right. Really had me going there— Well, at least I was flimflammed by a brother Irishman.”
Bell could no longer hide his smile.
“Now what are you smirking about?”
“Sorry to disillusion you, sir, but your ‘Irish brother’ is a direct descendant of the English and Dutch founders of New York — Archibald Angel Abbott IV, listed first in Society’s Four Hundred.”
* * *
The Congdon Building was more secure than most in Wall Street, tight as a bank.
Henry Clay entered by the basement service entrance, dressed in steamfitter’s overalls and carrying a ball-peen hammer, a pipe wrench, a measuring tape, and an inspection gauge with its thin metal gap gauges modified to pick locks. He knew the guards’ routine and eluded them easily. He picked open a lock, bounded up twelve flights of stairs without sweating or breathing hard, removed his overalls, picked two more locks in utter silence, and stepped suddenly through the back door of Judge James Congdon’s private office.
Clay saw immediate confirmation of the wisdom of his plan. The tough old bird glanced up from his desk startled but not one bit frightened. He had chosen well.
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James Congdon was intrigued by the intruder.
