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Wide-eyed constables boiled out of the house waving pistols The bank robbers stayed inside Rifle barrels poked from theA hail of lever-action Winchester fire stor from Isaac Bell’s Sharps

Bell ignored the lead howling past his head, le-shot Sharps, and shot the Ford’sSteam spurted from the hot radiator Now their quarry was on foot

All three bank robbers darted fro

Bell reloaded and fired, reloaded and fired A long gun went flying, and thehis arm Another turned and ran toward the woods Rapid fire bellowed froe his mind He skidded to a stop, looked around frantically, and flung his weapon down and threw his hands in the air The constables, gripping pistols, froze Bell stood up, aih the black sun

“Mine’s a twelve-gauge autoload,” Scully called conversationally “Fellow up the hill’s got a Sharps rifle About tiot smart”

The constables dropped their pistols The third Frye boy levered a fresh cartridge into his Winchester’s chahts, but Scully fired first, tipping the barrel of his shotgun high to increase the range The slugs spread wide at that distance Most tore past the bank robber Two that did not peppered his shoulder

NEITHER SHOT MAN WAS mortally wounded Bell made sure that they would not bleed to death and handcuffed them with the others in Scully’sthe truck, Bell in his Loco up the rear Just as they reached the Cranbury Turnpike, Mike and Eddie, the Van Dorns assigned to help Scully, appeared in an Oldsmobile, and the caravan headed for Trenton to turn the bank robbers and the crooked cops over to the State’s Attorney

Two hours later, nearing Trenton, Bell saw a road sign that jogged his photographic n was a stack of town and road names lettered on white arrows that pointed south: the Haton Pike, and the West-field Turnpike to Camden

Arthur Langner had written appointments on a wall calendar Two days before he died he had met with Alasdair MacDonald, the turbine-propulsion specialist who had been contracted by the Navy’s Stea Bureau MacDonald’s factory was in Camden

Her father loved his guns, Dorothy Langner had pleaded As Farley Kent loved his hulls And Alasdair MacDonald his turbines A wizard, she had called MacDonald,he was her father’s equal Bell wondered what else the two men had in common

He squeezed the Locomobile’s horn bulb The Oldsmobile and ht to see in Camden,” Bell told Scully

“Need a hand?”

“Yes! Soon as you turn this bunch in, could you get to the Brooklyn Navy Yard? There’s a naval architect in the drawing loft named Farley Kent See if he’s on the up-and-up”

Bell turned the Locomobile south

“ON CAMDEN’S SUPPLIES, THE WORLD RELIES,”