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He flipped O’Shay up and yanked down, sla force The powerful O’Shay kept hold of Bell’s head, took a deep breath of air, and pulled the detective doith hias But Bell’s left arer pinned between the bone Still O’Shay choked hie raked at his eye

Suddenly cold water cascaded down on the fightingfresh clouds of chlorine up from the , the river spilling through the hatch Bell pushed out with long legs, found a foothold, and forced O’Shay’s head against the bulkhead lined with hot pipes O’Shay tried to writhe away Bell held fast Even sharper than the stench of chlorine was the stink of burning hair, and at last O’Shay’s grip loosened Bell pulled out of it, dodged a vicious slash of the gouge, and punched out repeatedly as waves poured in

Bell struggled to stand, kicked free of O’Shay’s grasping hands, and cli Launches were setting out fro froine still roaring, propeller still fighting the current A wave tumbled over the hatch and swept Bell to the back of the sub the blades, and was thrown behind by its wash

O’Shay cli from the chlorine He dove after Bell, his face a mask of hatred “I’ll kill you”

The Holland’s propeller dragged hi blades The river current whisked his torso past Bell The gangster’s head raced after it, glaring at the detective, until the river yanked it under

The Holland submarine rolled quite suddenly on its side and slid beneath the waves Isaac Bell thought he was next He battled to stay afloat, but he eakened by cold and rendered breathless by the poison gas A wave curled over him, and his mind suddenly filled with his memory of the day he met Marion and the floor had tre tricks on hi, narrow strand fell nearly to her waist She looked dainty but strong as a , and she was reaching for him

She gripped his hand He tightened his own grip and pulled hi face of a bearded sailor

THE NEXT ISAAC BELL KNEW, he was sprawled on his back in the bottom of a wooden boat Beside hio looked as beat-up as Bell felt, but his eyes were bright

“You’ll be OK, Bell They’re taking us into sick bay”

It hurt to talk and was hard to breathe

His throat was burning “Better warn the salvage boys that the Holland has a live Wheeler Mark 14 still in its tube”

“Still in its tube, thanks to you”

The launch buainst a dock

“What are those lights?” asked Bell The sky hite with them

“Hull 44 is going to double shifts”