"All
right, I'll take a chance with you." And he reached into his pocket
and pulled out a roll of bills--twenty dollar bills they were, and
he counted out ten of them. Peter saw that there was still a lot
left to the roll, and knew that he hadn't asked as much money as
McGivney had been prepared to have him ask; so his heart was sick
within him. At the same time his heart was leaping with
exultation--such a strange thing is the human heart!
Section 21
McGivney laid the money on the bed. "There it is," he said, "and if
you give me the name of the spy you can take it. But you'd better
take my advice and not spend it, because if it turns out that you
haven't got the spy, by God, I believe Ed Guffey'd twist the arms
out of you!"
Peter was easy about that. "I know he's the spy all right."
"Well, who is he?"
"He's Jack Ibbetts."
"The devil you say!" cried McGivney, incredulously.
"Jack Ibbetts, one of the night keepers in the jail."
"I know him," said the other. "But what put that notion into your
head?"
"He's a cousin of the Todd sisters."
"Who are the Todd sisters?"
"Jennie Todd is my girl," said Peter.
"Girl!" echoed the other; he stared at Peter, and a grin spread over
his face.
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