Stars & Stripes Triumphant by Harry Harrison

he attack the man? Would the crew help them to seize the soldiers? Was there anything that could be done?
    The officer held the book up and the gold-stamped Cyrillic lettering could be seen on the cover. He flipped through the pages of Russian print, then handed the book back to Sherman, who nodded gravely as he drew heavily on his cigar.
    "We found something, Captain," one of the soldiers said, looking in from the gangway. Fox was sure that his pounding heart would burst in his chest. He stumbled after them as the soldier led the way to Korzhenevski's cabin, then pointed at the book rack on the wall. The officer leaned forward and read aloud.
    "Bowditch on Navigation. Disraeli—Shakespeare." He turned away. "I was told that the Count speaks English, so he must read it as well. Keep searching."
    The search was thorough, but the Aurora was not a very big ship and it did not take very long. The army captain was just leading the soldiers back on deck when Korzhenevski came up the gangway, followed by the same pilot who had brought them upriver. His voice was intense with anger as he faced the officer. "What is the meaning of this?" he snapped, so forcefully the man took a step backward as he held out the search warrant.
    "I have my orders. A complaint has been filed—"
    The Count tore it from his fingers, glanced through it—then hurled it onto the deck.
    "Leave my ship at once. I am here at the invitation of officers in the NavalAcademy. I have friends in your English court. This matter will be ended to my satisfaction—not yours. Leave!"
    The officer beat a hasty retreat, his men coming after him. Korzhenevski shouted a brief command to Simenov, who nodded and called down the companionway. There was a rush of sailors on deck. The Aurora was being cast off just as the engine turned over. The Count stayed on the bridge with the pilot as the boat drew away from the shore, helped swiftly downriver by the outgoing tide.
    Not until the pilot was safely off the ship at Gravesend did Korzhenevski join the Americans in the wardroom.
    "A very close run thing," he said after Fox had briefed him. "Luck was on our side."
    "I think it was more your planning than any luck," Sherman said. "If they had found any evidence to confirm their suspicions, we would not be sailing safely away right now."
    "Thank you, General, you are most kind."
    Korzhenevski crossed to the bulkhead, where the barometer and compass were mounted on a mahogany plaque. He felt under the lower edge and touched something there. The plaque swung wide to reveal a deep storage space. He reached in and took out the bundle of drawings and handed them to Wilson.
    "You will want to work on these while we are at sea. But not before you all join me in a medicinal cognac. It is early, I know, but I think it is very much called for."

AN OUTRAGEOUS ACT
    It had been a fast passage and Captain James D. Bulloch was quite pleased. Now, with a following west wind and all the sails drawing well, he was passing along the Dutch coast with the Frisian Islands to starboard. They should be in the Deutsche Bucht soon, which meant that the Parker Cook would be able to tie up in Wilhelmshaven before dark. Her holds were filled with the best Mississippi cotton and would fetch a good price. Captain Bulloch was indeed a happy man.
    This was a busy part of the Atlantic. Farther north the sails of two other ships were visible, while closer to shore there were a number of small fishing boats. Almost due ahead was the smear of smoke from a steamship, growing larger as the ship approached. Soon the black upperworks of a naval vessel could be seen.
    "German?" the captain asked.
    "Can't rightly tell, sir," First Officer Price said. He was on the bridge wing peering intently through a telescope. "Wait—I had a glimpse of the flag at her stern—not German, yes, I believe that she is British."
    "A long way from home. What business does she have in these waters?"
    He had his answer soon enough. The warship