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Wheeler up in Newport loves his torpedoes. Farley Kent his faster and faster hulls. It is joyous to be devoted, Mr. Bell. Such men do not kill themselves !”
    Joseph Van Dorn intervened again. “I can assure you that Isaac Bell’s investigation has been as thorough as—”
    “But,” Bell interrupted. “What if Miss Langner is right?”
    His boss looked at him, surprised.
    Bell said, “With Mr. Van Dorn’s permission, I will look further.”
    Dorothy Langner’s lovely face bloomed with hope. She turned to the founder of the detective agency. Van Dorn spread his hands wide. “Of course. Isaac Bell will get right on it with the full support of the agency.”
    Her expression of gratitude sounded more like a challenge. “That is all I can ask, Mr. Bell, Mr. Van Dorn. An informed appraisal of all the facts.” A sudden smile lit her face like a sunbeam, suggesting what a lively, carefree woman she had been before tragedy struck. “Isn’t that the least I can expect of a detective agency whose motto is ‘We never give up. Never!’ ”
    “Apparently you’ve investigated us, too,” Bell smiled back.
    Van Dorn walked her out to the reception room, repeating his condolences.
    Isaac Bell went to the window that faced Pennsylvania Avenue. He watched Dorothy Langner emerge from the hotel with a slender redhead he had noticed earlier in the lobby. In any other company the redhead would be rated beautiful, but beside the gunner’s daughter she was merely pretty.
    Van Dorn returned. “What changed your mind, Isaac? How she loved her father?”
    “No. How she loved his work.”
    He watched them hurry to the stop as a streetcar approached, pick up their long skirts, and climb aboard. Dorothy Langner did not look back. The redhead did, casting an appraising glance up at the Van Dorn windows as if she knew where to look.
    Van Dorn was studying the photograph. “I never saw such a clear picture from film. Near as sharp as a proper glass plate.”
    “Marion gave me a 3A Kodak. Fits right in my overcoat. You ought to make them standard equipment.”
    “Not at seventy-five dollars each,” said the parsimonious Van Dorn. “They can make do with Brownies for a buck. What’s on your mind, Isaac? You look troubled.”
    “I’m afraid you had better assign the accounting boys to look into her father’s financial affairs.”
    “Why is that?”
    “They found a wad of cash in his desk thick enough to choke a cow.”
    “A bribe ?” Van Dorn exploded. “A bribe? No wonder the Navy’s playing it close to the vest. Langner was a government employee empowered to choose from which foundry to buy steel.” He shook his head in disgust. “Congress hasn’t forgotten the clamor three years ago when the steel trust fixed the price of armor plates. Well, that explains why she had to relax him.”
    “It looks,” Isaac Bell admitted, “like a clever man did something stupid, couldn’t face getting caught, and killed himself.”
    “I’m surprised you agreed to look further.”
    “She is a passionate young lady.”
    Van Dorn looked at him curiously. “You are engaged, Isaac.”
    Isaac Bell faced his boss with a guileless smile. For a man who was worldly in the many ways he would have to be to be a scourge of criminals, Joe Van Dorn was remarkably prim when it came to affairs of the heart. “The fact that I am in love with Marion Morgan does not render me blind to beauty. Nor am I immune to passion. What I meant, however, is that the strikingly attractive Miss Langner’s belief in her father is immense.”
    “Most mothers,” Van Dorn retorted astringently, “and all daughters profess disbelief when their sons or fathers engage in criminal acts.”
    “Something about that sample of his handwriting struck her oddly.”
    “How’d you happen to find the suicide note?”
    “The Navy had no clue how to proceed. So they left everything in place except the body and padlocked the door to keep the cops out.”
    “How’d you get