Peter,
needless to say, agreed with her; his heart threatened to collapse
at the thought of such an ordeal. What Peter really wanted to do was
to quit the whole thing right there and then; but he dared not say
so, he dared not face the withering scorn of his confederate. Peter
clenched his hands and set his teeth, and when he passed a street
light he turned his face away, so that Nell might not read the
humiliating terror written there. But Nell read it all the same;
Nell believed that she was dealing with a quivering, pasty-faced
coward, and proceeded on that basis; she worked out the plans, she
gave Peter his orders, and she stuck by him to see that he carried
them out.
Peter had McGivney's home telephone number, which he was only
supposed to use in the most desperate emergency. He was to use it
now, and tell McGivney that he had just caught some members of the
I. W. W., with Pat McCormick as their leader, preparing to blow up
some people with dynamite bombs. They had some bombs in a suit-case
in their headquarters, and were just starting out with other bombs
in their pockets. Peter must follow them, otherwise he would lose
them, and some crime might be committed before he could interfere.
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