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Kisley shrugged. “Not long. Maybe he wired it on. You said you never found that shackle. I bet he packed the entire charge inside the shackle.”
Mack Fulton said, “Maybe you couldn’t find the shackle because all that was left was shackle chips and shackle dust.”
Bell stared at Fulton. For a second he felt the floor shift under him. Like a dream remembered days later, he could almost see a pair of golden eyes, wolf eyes, from which exploded a fist. The white-damp dream in which he thought he had seen the shackle he never found. He shook his head, wondering how to unscramble tangled memory, and pressed on. “It doesn’t take much shaking to explode fulminate of mercury. How long before the winch jerking the wire set off the detonator?”
“Minutes at most.”
“Which meant the saboteur was in the mine when he attached the explosive.”
“Had to be. Slapped it on with a wad of tar last minute as the train went by.”
“A cool customer, knowing the train might come crashing back at him before he could get out.”
“Mighty cool,” Wish Clarke agreed. “Knowing it was coming gave him a certain leg up to get out of the way. Still, you gotta hand it to him. A cool customer.”
“Who knows his business,” said Wally Kisley.
“All of which supports young Isaac’s contention,” said Wish Clarke. “With the timing of the explosio
n unpredictable, what union man would perpetrate such an act knowing it could kill his brother miners?”
“It does make you wonder what he’ll think of next time.”
“This calls for a drink,” said Wish Clarke, emptying the bottle into his glass. “Wally’s right, we are onto something.”
“Until Gleason fires us.”
“When Gleason fires us,” said Bell, “I’ll try and talk Mr. Van Dorn into letting us stay on.”
“I wouldn’t count on that.”
The food arrived, and Isaac Bell’s squad began debating what it had been before the cook got ahold of it. Wish Clarke took his glass to the bar. He motioned for Bell to join him.
“If you want us to keep looking for your provocateur, steer clear of the telegraph office.”
“Why?”
“And if you see a boy coming your way with a telegram, run like hell. The Boss can’t order you to stop if he can’t find you.”
Bell grinned. “Thanks, Wish. Good advice.”
“Want some more?”
“What?”
“Next time you shave, why not leave off the region encompassed by your lip and nose?”
“Grow a mustache?”
“You’ll look a mite older with a mustache. Make the opposition take you seriously.”
Bell grinned again proudly. “Those Pinkertons took me seriously. They dropped their guns like they were red-hot.”
“Indeed they did,” said Wish, draining his glass. “Although it could be argued that what they took seriously was a brace of double-barreled twelve-gauges.”
“You always told me, the sure way to win a knife fight is bring a gun. They had so many pistols, I reckoned I needed scatterguns.”
“You reckoned correctly, no doubt about it, Isaac. But speaking for the group, I can assure you that we’re all mightily pleased we didn’t end up with hides full of buckshot, which is always a possibility with so much firepower on the property… Mr. Reilly probably feels the same about his piano… At any rate, it’s worth considering whether a thick old mustache might obviate the need for brandishing artillery in the first place.”
