Marion Morgan took a closer look at the girl. She seemed physically strong for one so petite. Strangely so. In fact, behind Katherine’s breathless, little-girl manner, Marion sensed something slightly peculiar. But didn’t the camera also often transform peculiarities into characteristics that charmed the movie audience? She was tempted to confirm whether this girl indeed had qualities the camera would love, and an invitation was on the tip of her tongue. But there was something about her that made Marion uncomfortable.

Beside her, Marion felt Lowell Falconer plumping up again as he did whenever he saw a pretty girl. The woman approaching was the tall brunette who had been making eyes at Isaac earlier.

Lowell stepped forward and extended his hand.

Marion thought that Dorothy Langner was even more striking than the descriptions she had heard. She thought of a term uttered by her long-widowed father now that he was finally stepping out in late middle age: “A looker.”

“Dorothy, I am so glad you came,” said Falconer. “Your father would be very proud to see you here.”

“I’m proud to see his guns. Already mounted. This is a splendid shipyard. You remember Ted Whitmark?”

“Of course,” said Falconer, shaking Whitmark’s hand. “I imagine you’ll be a busy fellow when the fleet replenishes at San Francisco. Dorothy, may I present Miss Marion Morgan?”

Marion was aware of being carefully measured as they traded hellos.

“And of course you know Katherine,” Falconer concluded the introductions.

“We came up together on the train,” said Whitmark. “I hired a private car.”

Marion said, “Excuse me, Captain Falconer, I see a gentleman Isaac asked me to meet. Nice to meet you, Miss Langner, Mr. Whitmark, Miss Dee.”

THE POUNDING OF THE WEDGES suddenly stopped. The ship was fully on her cradle. Isaac Bell headed to the stairs for a final look below.

Dorothy Langner intercepted him at the top of the stairs. “Mr. Bell, I was hoping to see you.”

She extended her gloved hand, and Bell it took it politely. “How are you, Miss Langner?”

“Much better since our conversation. Vindicating my father won’t bring him back, but it is a comfort, and I am very grateful to you.”

“I am hoping that soon we will have definitive proof, but, as I said, I personally have no doubt that your father was murdered, and we will bring his killer to justice.”

“Whom do you suspect?”

“No one I am prepared to discuss. Mr. Van Dorn will keep you appraised.”

“Isaac—may I call you Isaac?”

“All right, if you want.”

“There is something I told you once. I would like to make it clear.”

“If it’s about Mr. Whitmark,” Bell smiled, “be aware he’s headed this way.”

“I will repeat,” she said quietly. “I am not rushing into anything. And he is leaving for San Francisco.”