Where is she now?
At school. She will graduate in June. He pointed across the table at Bell. I hope you can meet her. This summer she will sail with me to New York. As she was reared in a cloistered manner, I make every effort to broaden her horizons. Meeting a private detective would certainly fall into that territory.
Bell nodded. I look forward to it. What is her name?
Riker seemed not to hear the question. Or, if he did, chose not to answer it. Instead, he said, Equally broadening will be her opportunity to meet a woman who makes moving pictures. Mr. Bell, why do you look surprised? Of course, I know your fiancEe makes moving pictures. I already told you, I don't engage in business blindly. I know that you can afford the best, and I know that she will cast a clear eye on the best I have to offer. Together, you present quite a challenge. I only hope that I am up to it.
Shafer returned. He had splashed water on his face. It had spotted his tie. But he was smiling. You are very observant, Mr. Bell. I thought when I removed my uniform I had removed my past. Is that a habit of the insurance man, to notice such discrepancies?
When I sell you insurance, I am taking a chance on you, Bell replied. So I suppose I am always on the lookout for risk.
Is Herr Shafer a good bet? asked Riker.
Men of steady habits are always a good bet. Herr Shafer, I apologize if I seemed to pry.
I have nothing to hide!
Speaking of hiding, Riker said, the steward appears to be. How the hell does one get a drink around here?
Bell nodded. A steward came running and took their orders.
Arnold Bennett announced to his Chinese companions, Gentlemen, you look sleepy.
No, sir. We are very happy.
Expect little sleep on a train. Luxuries may abound-tailor's shop, library, manicurist, even fresh and saltwater baths. But unlike in Europe where the best trains start with the stealthiness of a bad habit, I have never slept a full hour in any American sleeper, what with abrupt stops, sudden starts, hootings, and whizzings round sharp corners.
Laughing Chicagoans protested that that was the price of speed and worth every penny.
Isaac Bell addressed his German companions-Erhard Riker, who seemed so English, even American, and Herr Shafer, who was as Teutonic as Wagnerian opera. In the company of not one but two of the Kaiser's subjects, I must ask about the talk of war in Europe.
Germany and England are competitors, not enemies, Riker answered.
Our nations are evenly balanced, Shafer added quickly. England has more battleships. We have by far the greater Army-the most modern and advanced, the strongest in the world.
Only in those parts of the world that your Army can march to, Arnold Bennett called from the next table.
What is that, sir?
Our American hosts' Admiral Mahan put it most aptly: The nation that rules the seas, rules the world.' Your Army is worth spit in a bucket if it can't get to where the fight is.
Shafer turned purple. Veins bulged on his forehead.
Riker cautioned him with a gesture, and answered, There is no fight. The talk of war is just talk.
Then why do you keep building more warships? the English writer shot back.
Why does England? Riker retorted mildy.
The Chicagoans and the Chinese seminary students swiveled eyeballs between the Germans and the English like spectators at a tennis match. To Isaac Bell's surprise, one of the silent Chinese answered before the writer could.
England is an island. The English see no choice.
Thank you, Louis, Arnold Bennett said. I could not have put it better myself.
Louis's dark almond eyes grew wide, and he looked down as if embarrassed to have spoken up.
By that logic, said Riker, Germany has no choice either. German industry and German trade demand a vast fleet of merchant ships to sail our goods across every sea. We must protect our fleet. But, frankly, it is my instinct that sensible businessmen will never go to war.
Herr Shafer scoffed, My countryman is gullible. Businessmen will have no say in it. Britain and Russia conspire to obstruct German growth. France will side with England, too. Thank Gott for the Imperial German Army and our Prussian officers.
Prussians? shouted a Chicagoan. Prussian officers made my grandfather emigrate to America.
Mine, too, called another, red in the face. Thank Gott' they took us out of that hellhole.
Socialists, Shafer commented.
Socialists? I'll show you a Socialist.
The Chicagoan's friends restrained him.
Shafer took no notice. We are besieged by England and England's lackeys.
Arnold Bennett leaped up, spread his legs in a burly stance, and said, I don't at all care for your tone, sir.
Half the observation car was on their feet by now, gesticulating and shouting. Isaac Bell glanced at Riker who looked back, eyes alight with amusement. I guess that answers your question, Mr. Bell. Good night, sir, I'm going to bed ahead of the riot.
Before he could rise from his chair, Shafer shouted, Besieged from without and undermined within by Socialists and Jews.
Isaac Bell turned cold eyes on Shafer. The German drew back, mumbling, Wait. When they finish us off, they'll go after you.
Isaac Bell drew a deep breath, reminded himself why he was on the train, and answered in a voice that carried through the car. After Admiral Mahan demonstrated that sea powers rule the world, he said something to a bigot that I've always admired: Jesus Christ was a Jew. That makes them good enough for me.'
The shouting stopped. A man laughed. Another said, Say, that's a good one. Good enough for me,' and the car erupted in laughter.
Shafer clicked his heels.
