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“What about our deal?”
“I’ll stay here until we’ve finished Roosevelt. After, I’ll run my end from Canada. It’s easy to travel back and forth. The border is wide open.”
“What about your big idea to discredit the city aqueduct? How can you do that in Canada?”
Branco spoke mildly again, but his answer made no sense. “Would you look at your watch?”
“What?”
“Tell me the time.”
“Time to make a new arrangement, like I’ve been telling you all morning.”
“What time is it?” Branco repeated coldly.
Culp tugged a thick gold chain. “Two minutes to eleven.”
Branco raised two fingers. “Wait.”
“What? Listen here, Branco—”
“Bring your field glasses.”
Branco strode into an alcove framed with tusks and out a door onto a balcony. The day was cold and overcast. Snow dusted the hills. The frozen river was speckled with ice yachts and skate sailors skimming the glassy surface. He gazed expectantly at Breakneck Mountain, three-quarters of a mile opposite his vantage on Storm King.
Culp joined him with binoculars. “What the devil—”
The Italian stilled him with an imperious gesture. “Watch the uptake shaft.”
A heavy fog of steam and coal smoke loomed over the lift machinery at the top of the shaft, the engine house, and the narrow-gauge muck train. Culp raised his field glasses and had just focused on the mouth of the siphon uptake when suddenly laborers scattered and engineers leapt from their machines.
“What’s going on?”
Branco said, “Remember who I am.”
A crimson bolt of fire pierced the smoke and steam and shot to the clouds. The sound of the explosion crossed the river seconds later and reverberated back and forth between Breakneck Mountain and Storm King.
Culp watched men running like ants, then focused on the wreckage of the elevator house. It appeared that the lift cage itself had fallen to the bottom of the thousand-foot shaft, which was gushing black smoke.
“What in blazes was that?”
“Four hundred pounds of dynamite to discredit the city.”
39
The New York newspapers arrived on the morning train.
OVERTURNED LANTERN SET OFF AQUEDUCT NITROGLYCERIN FUSE
The overturning of a lantern at the Catskill Aqueduct Hudson River Siphon at Storm King ignited a fuse that set off 400 pounds of dynamite destroying the east siphon uptake engine house and elevator.
“The papers got it wrong. As usual,” Wally Kisley told Isaac Bell. “The contractor runs an up-to-date enterprise. There weren’t any fuses to ignite. They fire the shots electrically.”
“Are you certain it was sabotage?” asked Bell.
“Sabotage with a capital S. Very slick timing device. You gotta hand it to these Eye-talians, Isaac. They are masters of dynamite.”
Kisley sat down abruptly. Bell reckoned that the long trek down to the tunnel and back up by makeshift bosun’s chairs and rickety ladders had exhausted him. But to Bell’s astonishment, the tough old bird covered his face with his hands.
