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“You’ll pay One way or another”
“I et it to you, soon”
“It’s not money I need, Mr Whitive it to me”
“IF ME AND YOU was half as so!” John Scully’s words thundered through a dream about the Frye Boys
Isaac Bell shot awake froht’s sl
eep since he had left New York The berth was tilted forward, and he did not have to look out his stateroomto know that they had crested the Sierra Nevada and were beginning the descent to the Sacraot up and dressed quickly
Had he missed a bet?
“Days ago,” he muttered to himself
He had not once questioned the novelist Arnold Bennett’s role as Harold’s and Louis’s protector What if the opposite had occurred? What if the writer was also a British spy? Like Abbington-Westlake, hiding behind a scriue?
The train pulled into Sacraraph office and sent a wire to New York Was Bennett the one who recruited the tong hatchet men and dressed theht For all he knew, Bell realized, Arnold Bennett was the spy hi
KATHERINE DEE cursed aloud
Like a sailor, she laughed, giddy on little sleep and lots of dust Cursing like a sailor Wind and spray were playing hell with the cocaine she was sniffing froe from Newport She could not see the coast, but the thunder of the surf told her she had she veered too close
She had sailed the heavily laden catboat down the southern coast of Long Island, tie froht She steered, unseen except by so in the barrier beach Once inside, out of the ocean swells, she followed a channelIsland shore five miles across the bay When she spotted it, she crossed the choppy waters of the Great South Bay steering for a white mansion with a red roof Stakes ed creek bulkheaded with creosoted wood
The catboat glided up the glassy creek
The boathouse was clad in new cedar shingles The roof was tall, the opening high enough to accommodate the low mast Katherine Dee lowered her sail and let the boat drift She had tih for her to toss a looped line around a piling Pulling on the line, directing her strength with economy, she eased the heavily laden boat stern first into the shadows under the roof