Section 54
Peter's first care when he got back into the city was to go to Mr.
Ackerman's bank and change that five hundred dollar bill. The
cashier gazed at him sternly, and scrutinized the bill carefully,
but he gave Peter five one hundred dollar bills without comment.
Peter tucked three of them away in a safe hiding-place, and put the
other two in his pocketbook, and went to keep his appointment with
Nell.
He told her all that had happened, and where she was to meet Mr.
Ackerman's niece. "What did he give you?" Nell demanded, at once,
and when Peter produced the two bills, she exclaimed, "My God! the
old skint-flint!" "He said there'd be more," remarked Peter.
"It didn't cost him anything to say that," was Nell's answer. "We'll
have to put the screws on him." Then she added, "You'd better let me
take care of this money for you, Peter."
"Well," said Peter, "I have to have some for my own expenses, you
know."
"You've got your salary, haven't you?"
"Yes, that's true, but--"
"I can keep it safe for you," said Nell, "and some day when you need
it you'll be glad to have it. You've never saved anything yourself;
that's a woman's job."
Peter tried to haggle with her, but it wasn't the same as haggling
with McGivney; she looked at him with her melting glances, and it
made Peter's head swim, and automatically he put out his hand and
let her take the two bills. Then she smiled, so tenderly that he
made bold to remind her, "You know, Nell, you're my wife now!"
"Yes, yes," she answered, "of course. But we've got to get rid of
Ted Crothers somehow. He watches me all the time, and I have no end
of trouble making excuses and getting away."
"How're you're going to get rid of him?" asked Peter, hungrily.
"We'll have to skip," she answered; "just as soon as we have pulled
off our new frame-up--"
"Another one?" gasped Peter, in dismay.
And the girl laughed. "You wait!" she said. "I'm going to pull some
real money out of Nelse Ackerman this time! Then when we've made our
killing, we'll skip, and be fixed for life. You wait--and don't talk
love to me now, because my mind is all taken up with my plans, and I
can't think about anything else."
So they parted, and Peter went to see McGivney in the American
House. "Stand up to him!" Nell had said. But it was not easy to do,
for McGivney pulled and hauled him and turned him about, upside down
and inside outwards, to know every single thing that had happened
between him and Nelse Ackerman. Lord, how these fellows did hang on
to their sources of graft! Peter repeated and insisted that he
really had played entirely fair--he hadn't told Nelse Ackerman a
thing except just the truth as he had told it to Guffey and
McGivney. He had said that the police were all right, and that
Guffey's bureau was stepping right on the tail of the Reds all the
time.
"And what does he want you to do?" demanded the rat-faced man.
Peter answered, "He just wanted to make sure that he was learning
everything of importance, and he wanted me to promise him that he
would get every scrap of information that I collected about the plot
against him; and of course I promised him that we'd bring it all to
him."
"You going to see him any more?" demanded McGivney.
"He didn't say anything about that."
"Did he get your address?"
"No, I suppose if he wants me he'll let you know, the same as
before."
"All right," said McGivney. "Did he give you any money?"
"Yes," said Peter, "he gave me two hundred dollars, and he said
there was plenty more where that came from, so that we'd work hard
to help him. He said he didn't want to get killed; he said that a
couple of dozen times, I guess. He spent more time saying that than
anything else. He's sick, and he's scared out of his wits."
So at last McGivney condescended to thank Peter for his
faithfulness, and went on to give him further orders.
The Reds were raising an awful howl. Andrews, the lawyer, had
succeeded in getting a court order to see the arrested men, and of
course the prisoners had all declared that the case was a put-up
job. Now the Reds were preparing to send out a circular to their
fellow Reds all over the country, appealing for publicity, and for
funds to fight the "frame-up."
They were very secret about it, and McGivney wanted to know where
they were getting their money. He wanted a copy of the circular they
were printing, and to know where and when the circulars were to be
mailed. Guffey had been to see the post office authorities, and they
were going to confiscate the circulars and destroy them all without
letting the Reds know it.
Peter rubbed his hands with glee. That was the real business! That
was going after these criminals in the way Peter had been urging!
The rat-faced man answered that it was nothing to what they were
going to do in a few days. Let Peter keep on his job, and he would
see! Now, when the public was wrought up over this dynamite
conspiracy, was the time to get things done.
