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to save his and Farley's work on Hull 44. Thanks to you, we discovered the spy, and you can rest assured we will get him.

Did Ted tell you anything that helps?

Bell answered carefully, He believes that he did. Tell me, how did Ted happen to find out about Farley Kent?

A letter from a busybody signed A friend.' Why are you smiling, Isaac?

The spy is getting desperate, was all Bell would say, but he had a powerful feeling that O'Shay had tricked Ted Whitmark into passing him false information. The spy wanted Bell to believe that he would attack from the land when in fact he intended to attack, somehow, from the water.

Dorothy kissed his cheek and hurried down the grand stairway.

Mr. Bell, said the front-desk man, Knickerbocker house dick calling for you.

Chapter 51

GOT SOME UNSAVORY TYPES AT THE FRONT DOOR, THE Hotel Knickerbocker's house detective reported. Claim they want to talk to you, Mr. Bell.

What are their names?

There's a hairy oldster says he doesn't have a name, and I'm inclined to believe him. The young ones call themselves Jimmy Richards and Marv Gordon.

Send 'em up.

They don't look right for the lobby, if you know what I mean.

Understood. But they're little Eddie Tobin's cousins, so they're coming in the front door. Tell the manager I authorized it. You walk with them so they don't frighten the ladies.

O.K., Mr. Bell, the house dick answered dubiously.

The Staten Island scowmen Richards and Gordon introduced their older companion, who had lanky gray hair and the squint lines from a lifetime on the water, as Uncle Donny Darbee, who sailed us over.

What's up, boys?

You still looking for torpedoes?

Where did you hear that?

The Navy and the Coast Guard and the Harbor Squad are swarming like mosquitoes, said Richards.

Searching every pier in the port, said Gordon.

Making it hard to do business, muttered Uncle Donny.

Have you seen the torpedoes? Bell asked.

Nope.

What do you know about them?

Nothing, said Richards.

Except you're looking for them, said Gordon.

Nothing at all? Then what did you come to see me about?

We was wondering if you was interested in the Holland.

What Holland?

Biggest Holland we ever saw.

A Holland submarine?

YUP, CHORUSED the Staten Island scowmen.

Where?

Kill Van Kull.

Over on the Bayonne side.

Hold on, boys. If you've seen a submarine out in the open, it must belong to the Navy.

It's hid. Under a car float.

Uncle Donny found it last night when the cops was chasing him.

Been watching that barge for days, said Uncle Donny Darbee. Isaac Bell questioned them sharply.

Harbor cops hunting coal pirates had noticed Uncle Donny and his two friends following a coal barge in an oyster scow. Uncle Donny had declined to let the police board it for inspection. Pistol shots were exchanged. The cops had boarded anyway. Uncle Donny and his friends had jumped into the Kill and swam for shore.

Darbee's friends were caught, but the old man swam for a car float that he had been eyeing for several days because the barge was tied up all by itself, unattended, and was carrying a pair of freight cars that might contain cargo. Tiring in the cold water as he hid in the shadow of the overhanging prow, the old man had begun to sink only to step on something solid where it was too deep to stand. When the cops gave up, Jimmy and Marv, who had been watching from the Staten Island side, had rescued their Dutch uncle in another oyster boat. Then they took a closer look at the barge. Under it, they saw the outline of a submarine.

Bigger than the Navy Holland. Same boat, but it looks like they added on a chunk at each end.

Uncle Donny knows the Holland, Jimmy Richards explained. He took us off Brooklyn to watch the Navy tests. When was that?

In 1903. She made fifteen knots with her conning turret out of the water. And six submerged.

Bell reached for the telephone. So you have good reason to believe that you saw a submarine.

Want to come see it? asked Marv Gordon.

Yes.

Told you he would, said Uncle Donny.

Isaac Bell telephoned the New York Police Harbor Squad, rounded up Archie Abbott and Harry Warren, and grabbed a golf bag. The Ninth Avenue Elevated express whisked the Van Dorns and the scowmen to the Battery at the southern tip of Manhattan in ten minutes. A forty-foot Harbor Squad launch had its steam up at Pier A.

Don't touch anything, the captain warned the Staten Islanders as they trooped warily aboard. He did not want to tow Donald Darbee's scow, which was moored nearby, but Bell insisted and slipped him twenty dollars for your crew.

Never thought I'd be on one of these, muttered old Darbee as they churned away from the pier.

A water cop muttered back, Except in handcuffs.

Bell said to Archie and Harry, If there's no submarine in the Kill Van Kull, we're going to end up in a cross fire.

You really think we're going to find one, Isaac?

I believe they think they saw a submarine. And a submarine would make those torpedoes a much deadlier affair than a surface torpedo boat. Nonetheless, I will believe a submarine when I see one.

The Harbor Squad launch plowed across the Upper Bay, threading a swift course through ferries, tugs, barges, and oceangoing schooners and steamers. A thunderous whistle announced the New York arrival of an Atlantic liner passing through the Verrazano Narrows. Tugboats meeting her piped replies. A steady stream of car floats carried freight trains between New Jersey, Manhattan, Brooklyn, and the East River.

The police boat steered into the crooked channel of water between Staten Island and New Jersey known as the Kill Van Kull. Bell estimated it was a thousand feet wide, about the same as the narrow arm of the Carquinez Strait where he had captured Louis Loh swimming from Mare Island. To his left rose the hills of Staten Island. The city of Bayonne spread to his right. Docks, warehouses, boatyards, and residences lined the banks. Four miles down the waterway, Richards and Gordon said, There she is!

The car

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