Both Sadie and Jennie gazed at him with
admiration, and sighed with relief.
But later on, Peter thought of an idea. He could go out at night, he
told Sadie, and slip out the back way, so that no one would see him;
he would not go into crowds or brightly lighted streets, so there
would be no chance of his being recognized. There was a fellow he
absolutely had to see, who owed him some money; it was way over on
the other side of the city--that was why he rejected Jennie's offer
to accompany him.
So that evening Peter climbed a back fence and stole thru a
neighbor's chicken-yard and got away. He had a fine time ducking and
dodging in the crowds, making sure that no one was trailing him to
his secret rendezvous--no "Red" who might chance to be suspicious of
his "comradeship." It was in the "American House," an obscure hotel,
and Peter was to take the elevator to the fourth floor, without
speaking to any one, and to tap three times on the door of Room 427.
Peter did so, and the door opened, and he slipped in, and there he
met Jerry McGivney, with the face of a rat.
"Well, what have you got?" demanded McGivney; and Peter sat down
and started to tell. With eager fingers he undid the amateur sewing
in the lining of his coat, and pulled out his notes with the names
and descriptions of people who had come to see him.
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