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Gripping the clergyh a chapel lit by brilliant Tiffany stained-glass s and flung open the door to the Navy chaplain’s office Behind a sturdy desk, Isaac Bell rose to his full height, immaculate in white

Skelton turned pale “Noait, everyone, gentleine”

“You were a fake writer on the train,” said Bell “Now you’re a fake preacher”

“No, I ay Well, was… Defrocked, you know Misunderstanding, church funds… a young lady… Well, you can iine”

“Why did you impersonate Arnold Bennett?”

“It presented an opportunity I could not afford to pass up”

“Opportunity?”

Skelton nodded eagerly “I was at the end of ht up with et out of town The job was tailor-made”

“Who,” asked Bell, “gave you the job?”

“Why, Louis Loh, of course And poor Harold, who I gather is no longer a us”

“Where is Louis Loh?”

“I’m not entirely sure”

“You’d better be sure,” roared the commandant “Or I’ll have it beaten out of you”

“That won’t be necessary,” Bell said “I’m sure-”

“Pipe down, sir,” roared the coreed ahead of time “This is my shipyard I’ll treat criminals any way I want Nohere is this Chinaman? Quickly, before I call a bosun”