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“Don’t start calling me sir.”
“Could this have been the boat you saw come after you?”
The old man gestured disdainfully. “There’s only two motors on that boat. And it ain’t black. The boat that chased me was black, longer, and had three motors.”
“You heard all three?”
“Heard ’em bust two props. Followed them home on their third.”
“But it’s not here. Where did it go?”
“Didn’t get past that wire.”
Bell asked whether the black boat might have sunk in the channel before it reached the boathouse.
Darbee shook his shaggy head. “First of all, the channel ain’t deep. If he sunk, we’d see him sticking up. Second, I saw him go in here. And I saw them close that door.”
Bell beckoned Ed Tobin. “Bring your light.” Tobin and Darbee followed him outside. “Point it at the tracks.”
Ed shone his light on the rail. They knelt down and inspected it closely. “Son of a gun,” said Tobin. “Almost no rust on top.”
Bell ran his fingers along the side of the rail. The base and the web were heavily encrusted with iron oxide, but the running surface atop the head was almost smooth, the rust ground away recently by the wheels of a train.
“The builders told me,” said Bell, “that whoever bought the boat took it away on a railcar. Looks like they did it again.”
“Where?”
“They’ve had the better part of a day to take it anywhere. There’s a telephone inside. Call the railroad and get started tracking a flatcar. Where’s Dashwood?”
“Right here, Isaac. I was just checking the mansion.”
“Let’s see what they left behind.”
They stepped back into the lit boathouse.
Bell saw the blood rush from Dashwood’s face. His skin went dead white, and he seemed to be holding his breath. “Are you all right, James?”
Dashwood narrowed his eyes and appeared to be looking everywhere at once.
“James.”
“Sorry, Isaac.” His color returned as quickly as it had faded. But he still looked tense. “Threw me, for a second, back to the war. When we broke out of the trench and took a village, I’d climb the church belfry or the town hall cupola for a shooting position. When the Germans retreated, they’d booby-trap the place. My spotter stepped on the stairs and it blew him to kingdom come.”
“What did you see here?” Bell asked sharply. “What set you off?”
“It was the emptiness, I think. Deserted. Like we found in France.”
Bell saw the Prohibition agents clustered around the open strongbox. “What have you got there, gents?”
“That’s O.K., Mr. Bell. We’ll be confiscating this. It’s government property now.”
“Is there something in that strongbox?”
The agents moved closer, shielding it with their bodies.
“What is in there?” demanded Bell.
“Just a couple bucks. Looks like they took the money and ran and forgot a couple of bucks.”
