"You got a girl in two weeks? I didn't know you had it in
you!"
It was a doubtful compliment, but Peter's smile was no less
expansive, and showed all his crooked teeth. "I got her all right,"
he said, "and she blabbed it out the first thing--that Ibbetts was
her cousin. And then she was scared, because Andrews, the lawyer,
had made her and her sister swear they wouldn't mention his name to
a soul. So you see, they're using him for a spy--there ain't a
particle of doubt about it."
"Good God!" said McGivney, and there was genuine dismay in his tone.
"Who'd think it possible? Why, Ibbetts is as decent a fellow as ever
you talked to--and him a Red, and a traitor at that! You know,
that's what makes it the devil trying to handle these Reds--you
never can tell who they'll get; you never know who to trust. How,
d'you suppose they manage it?"
"I dunno," said Peter. "There's a sucker born every minute, you
know!"
"Well, anyhow, I see you ain't one of 'em," said the rat-faced man,
as he watched Peter take the roll of bills from the bed and tuck
them away in an inside pocket.
Section 22
Peter was warned by the rat-faced man that he must be careful how he
spent any of that money.
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