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  Contents

  Also by Clive Cussler

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Map

  PROLOGUE

  BOOK ONE: COAL

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  BOOK TWO: FIRE

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  BOOK THREE: STEAM

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  EPILOGUE

  PROLOGUE

  A Smoke-filled Room

  1912

  THE MARMON 32 SPEEDSTER PARKED ON WALL STREET IN A shadow between two lampposts.

  Roundsman O’Riordan took notice. It was the dead of night. Orders said let no one bother the bigwig politicians and officeholders who were horse-trading upstairs in the Congdon Building. And the auto had a clear shot at the limousines waiting for them at the curb.

  Its side curtains were fogged by the damp rolling off the harbor. O’Riordan had to get close to see inside. The driver was a pleasant surprise, a beautiful lady with straw-blond hair, and the cop relaxed a little. But all he could see of the gent beside her were steely contours. Still, you couldn’t rap your stick on a Marmon 32 and tell the swells to move along like they were bums on the sidewalk, so with his right hand by his pistol, he tapped the side curtain lightly, like touching his glass to the mahogany to signal the bartender of a classy joint he was ready for another but didn’t mean to be rushing him.

  A big hand with long, nimble fingers slid the curtain open. O’Riordan glimpsed a snow-white cuff, diamond links, and the black sleeve of a dress coat. The hand seized his in a strong grip.

  “Paddy O’Riordan. Fancy meeting you here.”

  Raked by searching blue eyes, the roundsman recognized the gold mane, the thick flaxen mustache, and the no-nonsense expression that could only belong to Isaac Bell—chief investigator of the Van Dorn Detective Agency.

  He touched his stick to his helmet. “Good evening, Mr. Bell. I didn’t recognize you in the shadows.”

  “What are you doing out so late?” Bell asked.

  O’Riordan started to answer before Bell’s grin told him it was a joke. Policemen were supposed to be out late.

  The detective nodded at the limousines. “Big doings.”

  “Judge Congdon’s got a special waiting at Grand Central. Tracks cleared to Chicago. And I’m sorry to tell you I have me orders to clear the street. Straight from the captain.”

  Bell did not seem to hear. “Paddy, I want you to meet my wife— Marion, may I present Roundsman O’Riordan, former scourge of Staten Island pirates back when he was in the Harbor Squad. There wasn’t a wharf rat in New York who didn’t buy drinks for the house the night Paddy came ashore.”

  She reached across her husband with an ungloved hand that seemed to glow like ivory. O’Riordan took it carefully in his enormous fist and bowed low.

  “A privilege to meet you, marm. I’ve known your good husband many years in the line of duty. And may I s
ay, marm, that Mrs. O’Riordan and I have greatly enjoyed your moving picture shows.”

  She thanked him in a musical voice that would sing in his mind for days.

  Chief Inspector Bell said, “Well, we better not keep you from your rounds.”

  O’Riordan touched his stick to his helmet again. If a crack private detective chose to canoodle with his own wife in a dark auto on Wall Street in the middle of the night—orders be damned.

  “I’ll tell the boys not to disturb you.”

  But Bell motioned him closer and whispered, “I wouldn’t mind if they kept an eye out if I have to leave her alone a moment.”

  “They’ll be drawin’ straws for the privilege.”

  • • •

  BACKSLAPPING POLITICIANS burst from the building and converged on the smaller of the limousines, a seven-passenger Rambler Knickerbocker.

  Isaac Bell opened the curtain to hear them.

  “Driver! Straight to Grand Central.”

  “Don’t love handing the vice presidency to a louse like Congdon, but that’s politics.”

  “Money talks.”

  The Rambler Knickerbocker drove off. Senior men emerged next. Moving more slowly, they climbed into the second limousine, an enormous Cunningham Model J, hand-built at great expense to Judge James Congdon’s own design. To Bell’s ear they sounded less reconciled than resigned.

  “Congdon has most of the delegates he needs, and those he doesn’t, he’ll buy.”

  “If only our candidate hadn’t died.”

  “Always the wrong man.”

  Isaac Bell waited for the Cunningham to turn the corner. A police motorcycle escort stationed on Broadway clattered after it. “If James Congdon captures vice president,” Bell said, “the president’s life won’t be worth a plugged nickel.”

  He kissed Marion’s lips. “Thank you for making me look harmless to the cops. Are you sure you won’t go home?”

  “Not this time,” she said firmly, and Bell knew there was no dissuading her. This time was different.

  Although he was dressed for the theater, he left his silk topper on the backseat and donned a broad-brimmed hat with a low crown instead.

  Marion straightened his tie.

  Bell said, “I’ve always wondered why you never ask me to be careful.”

  “I wouldn’t want to slow you down.”

  Bell winked. “Not likely.”

  He left his wife with a smile. But as he crossed Wall Street, his expression hardened, and the warmth seeped from his eyes.

  Joseph Van Dorn, the large, bearded founder of the agency, was waiting, deep in shadow and still as ice. He stood watch as Bell picked open the lock on the outside door, and followed him in, where Bell picked another lock on a steel door marked Mechanical Room. Inside it was warm and damp. An orderly maze of thick pipes passed through rows of steam-conditioning valves. Van Dorn compared the control wheels to an engineer’s sketch he unfolded from his inside pocket.

  Isaac Bell climbed back up to the street and went around to the front of the building. His evening clothes elicited a respectful nod from the doorman. As the politicians said, Money talked.

  “Top floor,” he told the yawning elevator runner.

  “I thought they were all done up there.”

  “Not quite.”

  BOOK ONE

  COAL

  Gleason Mine No. 1, Gleasonburg, West Virginia

  1902

  1

  HE WAS A FRESH-FACED YOUTH WITH GOLDEN HAIR. BUT something about him looked suspicious. A coal cop watching the miners troop down the rails into the mouth of Gleason Mine No. 1 pointed him out to his boss, a Pinkerton detective.

  The young miner towered over the foreigners the company imported from Italy and Slovenia, and was even taller than the homegrown West Virginia boys. But it was not his height that looked out of place. Nor was his whipcord frame unusual. The work was hard, and it cost plenty to ship food to remote coalfields. There was no free lunch in the saloons that lined the muddy Main Street.

  A miner clomping along on a wooden peg tripped on a crosstie and stumbled into another miner on crutches. The golden-haired youth glided to steady both, moving so effortlessly he seemed to float. Many were maimed digging coal. He stood straight on both legs and still possessed all his fingers.

  “Don’t look like no poor worker to me,” the coal cop ventured with a contemptuous smirk.

  “Watching like a cat, anything that moves,” said the Pinkerton, who wore a bowler hat, a six-gun in his coat, and a blackjack strapped to his wrist.

  “You reckon he’s a striker?”

  “He’ll wish he ain’t.”

  “Gangway!”

  An electric winch jerked the slack out of a wire between the rails. Miners, laborers, and doorboys jumped aside. The wire dragged a train of coal cars out of the mine and up a steep slope to the tipple, where the coal was sorted and dumped into river barges that towboats pushed down the Monongahela to Pittsburgh.

  The tall young miner exchanged greetings with the derailer-switch operator. If the wire, which was shackled to a chain bridle on the front car, broke, Jim Higgins was supposed to throw the switch to make the train jump the tracks before the hundred-ton runaway plummeted back down into the works.

  “The cops are watching you,” Higgins warned.

  “I’m no striker.”

  “All we’re asking,” Higgins answered mildly, “is to live like human beings, feed our families, and send our kids to school.”

  “They’ll fire you.”

  “They can’t fire us all. The coal business is booming and labor is scarce.”

  Higgins was a brave man. He had to be to ignore the fact that the mineowners would stop at nothing to keep the union out of West Virginia. Men fired for talking up the union—much less calling a strike—saw their wives and children kicked out of the shanties they rented from the Gleason Consolidated Coal & Coke Company. And when Gleason smoked out labor organizers, the Pinkertons rousted them back to Pennsylvania, beaten bloody.

  “Higgins!” shouted a foreman. “I told you to oil that winch.”

  “I’m supposed to watch the derailer when the cars are coming up.”

  “Do like I tell you. Oil that winch every hour.”

  “Who’s going to stop a runaway if the wire breaks?”

  “Get up there and oil that winch, damn you!”

  Jim Higgins abandoned his post and ran two hundred yards up the steep incline to the winch engine, past the cars of coal climbing heavily to the tipple.

  The tall young miner ducked his head to enter the mouth of the mine—a timber-braced portal in the side of the mountain—and descended down a sloping tunnel. He had boned up on mine engineering to prepare for the job. Strictly speaking, this tracked haulageway was not a tunnel, which by definition had to pass completely through a mountain, but an adit. Aditus, he recalled from his boarding school Latin, meant “access.” Once in, there was no way out but to turn around and go back.

  Where he entered a gallery that intersected and split off from the haulageway, he hailed the small boy, who opened a wooden door to channel the air from the ventilators.

  “Hey, Sammy. Feller from the telegraph office told me your Pirates beat Brooklyn yesterday. Eight-to-five.”

  “Wow! Thanks for telling me, mister.”

  Sammy had never been near a major-league ballpark—never been farther than ten miles from this hollow where the Gleason Company struck a rich bed of the Pittsburgh Seam that underlay Pennsylvania, West Virginia, and Ohio. But his father had been a brakeman on the B & O, until he died in a wreck, and used to bring home stories of big-city games that he would illustrate with cigarette baseball cards of famous players.

  The young man slipped Sammy a colorful chromolithograph of Rochester first baseman Harry O’Hagan. In August, O’Hagan had accomplished a miracle, still on the lips of every man and boy in America—a one-man triple play.

  “Bet New York’s kicking themselves for trading Harry
,” he said, then asked in a lower voice, “Have you seen Roscoe?”

  Roscoe was a Gleason spy disguised as a laborer.

  The boy nodded in the same direction the young man was headed.

  He followed the gallery, which sloped deeper into the mountain for hundreds of yards, until it stopped at the face of the seam. There he went to work as a helper, shoveling the chunks of coal picked, drilled, and dynamited from the seam by the skilled miners. He was paid forty cents for every five-ton car he loaded during twelve-hour shifts six days a week.

  The air was thick with coal dust. Swirling black clouds of it dimmed the light cast by electric bulbs. The low ceiling was timbered by props and crosspieces every few feet to support the mountain of rock and soil that pressed down on the coal. The seam creaked ominously, squeezed above and below by pressure from roof and floor.

  Here in the side tunnel, off the main rail track, the coal cars were pulled by mules that wore leather bonnets to protect their heads. One of the mules, a mare with the small feet and long ears that the miners believed indicated a stronger animal, suddenly stopped. Eustace McCoy, a big West Virginian who had been groaning about his red-eye hangover, cursed her and jerked her bridle. But she planted her legs and refused to budge, ears flickering at the creaking sound.

  Eustace whipped off his belt and swung it to beat her with the buckle end.

  The tall blond youth caught it before it traveled six inches.

  “Sonny, get out of my way!” Eustace warned him.

  “I’ll get her moving. It’s just something spooked her.”

  Eustace, who was nearly as tall and considerably broader, balled his fist and threw a haymaker at the young man’s face.

  The blow was blocked before it could connect. Eustace cursed and swung again. Two punches sprang back at him. They landed in elegant combination, too quick to follow with the eye and packed with concentrated power. Eustace fell down on the rails, the fight and anger knocked out of him.

  The miners exchanged astonished glances.

  “Did you see that?”

  “Nope.”

  “Neither did Eustace McCoy.”

  The young man spoke gently to the mule and she pulled the car away. Then he helped the fallen laborer to his feet and offered his hand when Eustace acknowledged with a lopsided grin, “Ain’t been hit that hard since I borrowed my old man’s bottle. Whar’d you larn to throw that one-two?”

 

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