Chapters (49)
- Title Page
- DIRK PITT® ADVENTURES BY CLIVE CUSSLER
- Copyright Page
- BOOK ONE - “come, josephine in my flying machine”
- The Adirondack Mountains, Upper New York State
- 2 - “Hoopla!”
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- BOOK TWO - “balance yourself like a bird on a beam”
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- BOOK THREE - “up, up, a little bit higher”
- Chapter 17
- 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
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- BOOK FOUR - “in the air she goes! there she goes!”
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- EPILOGUE
“Di Vecchio started it, shouting that Celere copied his entire machine. Celere shouted back that if that was true, why had the Italian Army bought his machines and not Di Vecchio’s?”
“What did Di Vecchio answer?”
“He said that Celere had poisoned the market.”
Bell nodded impatiently. This, too, he had already heard from Danielle. “Then what?”
“Then he started yelling that Celere better keep his hands off his daughter. Her name is—”
“Danielle!” said Bell. “What did keeping his hands off his daughter have to do with the Italian Army buying his aeroplane design?”
“Di Vecchio shouted, ‘Find another woman to do your dirty work.’”
“What dirty work?”
“He used a word that my translators found very hard to repeat.”
“A technical word. Alettone?”
“Not technical. The girl knew what it meant, but she was afraid to say it in front of Mother Superior.”
“Mother Superior?” Bell echoed, fixing his protégé with a wintery eye. “Dash, what have you been up to?”
“They were nuns.”
“Nuns?”
“You always told me people want to talk. But you have to make them comfortable. The girl was the only Italian translator I could get the fishermen to talk to. Once they started telling the story, they wouldn’t shut up. I think because the nun was so beautiful.”
Isaac Bell reached across the tablecloth to slap Dashwood on the shoulder. “Well done!”
“But finding her was what took me so long. Anyway, she was translating great guns until that word stopped her dead. I pleaded with them. I even offered to pray with them, and she finally whispered, ‘Gigolo.’”
“Di Vecchio accused Marco Celere of being a gigolo?”
Bell was hardly surprised, recalling that soon after Josephine and Harry Frost appeared in San Francisco the young bride had persuaded her husband to buy Celere’s biplane. “Did he mention any specifics?”
“Di Vecchio said that Celere persuaded an Italian Army general’s daughter to get him to buy his machine. From what they heard, the fisherman thought it wasn’t the first time he’d gotten women to make deals for him.”
“Did he accuse Celere of taking money from women?”
“There was some sort of engine he bought at a Paris air meet. It sounded like a woman put up the money. But in San Francisco, he was broke again. I think the Army deal fell through.”
“The machine smashed with the general on it.”
“That’s why Di Vecchio kept yelling that Celere sold them a lousy flying machine and ruined it for other inventors.”
“Did Di Vecchio accuse Celere of trying a gigolo stunt with Danielle?”
“That’s what Di Vecchio was warning him off about. ‘Don’t touch my daughter.’”
“Sounds like your fishermen stumbled onto a heck of a shout fest.”
“They didn’t exactly stumble. They lived there, too.”