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The Cascade Canyon Bridge stopped shaking. The fallen train had diverted the flood. And as Isaac Bell passed in and out of consciousness, he saw the electric work lights blaze to life again as bargeloads of railroad men swarmed back into the caissons to buttress the piers.
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BRAVING A BLIZZARD, CROWDS GATHERED BEFORE A GRAYSTONE mansion at Thirty-seventh Street and Park Avenue to watch the guests arrive at the wedding of 1908’s winter season: the union of a son of Old New York and the daughter of a shirtsleeve railroad titan. Those observing a handsome couple crossing the snowy sidewalk to mount the steps of the mansion assumed that the tall, impeccably dressed gentleman with the golden mustache was gripping the arm of the beautiful woman at his side so she would not slip on the ice. The opposite was true, but no one heard Isaac Bell say to Marion Morgan, “Who needs a walking stick when he has a strong woman to lean on?”
“A detective recovering from a punctured lung …”
“Only slightly. Never would have made it, otherwise.”
“… nearly bleeding to death, infection, and pneumonia, is who.”
“If that cameraman takes my picture, I’ll shoot him.”
“Don’t worry. I told him that Picture World would fire him and throw his family in the street if he points it anywhere near you. Do you have the ring?”
“In my vest pocket.”
“Hold tight, darling, here come the steps.”
They made it, Bell pale with effort. Butlers and footmen ushered them inside. Marion gasped at the flowers arrayed through the foyer and up the grand staircase. “Sweet peas, roses, and cherry blossoms! Where did they get them?”
“Anywhere it’s spring beside the father of the bride’s railroad tracks.”
The father of the bride hurried up to greet them. Osgood He
“A wedding without the best man would be like a hanging without the rope.”
Marion asked if the bride-to-be was nervous.
“Lillian nervous? She’s got seventeen bridesmaids from all those fancy schools she got kicked out of and ice water in her veins.” He
Bell whispered to Marion, “That record will fall if we decide to marry in New York.”
“What was that?” said He
“I was just saying, I should check in with the groom. May I leave Marion in your care, Mr. He
“A pleasure,” said He
“Could I see Lillian first?”
He
Lillian jumped up and hugged her. “Is this too much rouge?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“You’re heading toward a bridal suite, not a bordello.”
Lillian’s school friends convulsed with laughter, and she told them, “Go away.”
They sat alone a moment. Marion said, “You look so happy.”
“I am. But I’m a little nervous about … you know, tonight … after.”
Marion took her hand. “Archie is one of those rare men who truly love women. He will be everything you could desire.”
“Are you sure?”
“I know the type.”
BELL FOUND ARCHIE ABBOTT in a gilded reception room with his mother, a handsome woman with an erect carriage and a noble bearing whom Bell had known since college. She kissed his cheek and inquired after his father. When she glided off, stately as an ocean liner, to greet a relative, Bell remarked that she seemed pleased with his choice of bride.
“I thank the Old Man for that. He
“In that case, may I offer double congratulations.”
“Triple, while you’re at it. Every banker in New York sent a wedding gift … Good Lord, look who came in from the great outdoors.”
Texas Walt Hatfield, longhorn lean and windburned as cactus, swaggered across the room, flicking city men from his path like cigarette ash. He took in the gilded ceiling, the oil paintings on the walls, and the carpet beneath his boots. “Congratulations, Archie. You struck pay dirt. Howdy, Isaac. You’re still looking mighty peaked.”
“Best-man nerves.”
Hatfield glanced around at the elite of New York society. “I swear, He
“What did you do to him?”
“Said I’d scalp him if he didn’t head me toward you. We gotta talk, Isaac.”
Bell stepped close and lowered his voice. “Did you find the body?”
Texas Walt shook his head. “Searched high and low. Found a shoulder holster that was probably his. And a boot with a knife sheath. But no body. The boys think coyotes et it.”
“I don’t believe that,” said Bell.
“Neither do I. Critters always leave something, if only an arm or a foot. But our hound dogs turned up nothing … It’s been three months …”
Bell did not reply. When a smile warmed his face, it was because he saw Marion across the room.
“Everything’s deep in snow …” Texas Walt continued.
Bell remained silent.
“… I promised the boys I’d ask. When do we stop hunting?”
Bell laid one big hand on Texas Walt’s shoulder and the other on Archie‘s, looked each man in the eye, and said what they expected to hear. “Never.”
UNFINISHED BUSINESS
DECEMBER 12, 1934
GARMISCH-PARTENKIRCHEN
ISAAC BELL FASTENED HIS CLIMBING SKINS TO HIS SKIS ONE LAST time and dragged his sled up a steep slope that was raked by windblown snow and slick with ice. At the top stood Kincaid’s castle. Before he reached it, he stopped to peer at a halo of electric light several hundred yards away that marked the checkpoint of armored vehicles where German soldiers guarded the road that led to the main gate.
He saw no sign that they weren’t huddling from the storm and resumed his climb, veering toward the back of the castle. The looming structure was a testament to Kincaid’s resourcefulness. Even in defeat, he had managed to salvage enough to live in comfort. Towers flanked the ends of a great hall. Lights where the guards and servants lived shone at the bottom of the far tower. A single window lit in the near tower marked Kincaid’s private quarters.
Bell stopped in the drifts beside the ancient walls and caught his breath.
He took a grappling hook from the sled, twirled out a length of knotted rope, and threw it high. The iron grapnel was wrapped in rubber and bit quietly onto the stone. Using the knots for handholds, he pulled himself up to the edge. It was littered with broken glass. He cleared an area with his sleeve, pulling the glass toward him so it fell silently outside the wall. Then he pulled himself over the top, retrieved the knotted rope, lowered it inside the wall, and climbed down into the courtyard. The lighted window was on the second floor of the five-story tower.