the sort that squeals. But still it is not for me to stand between him and you.”
“I’ll fix the old devil!” said McGinty with an oath. “I’ve had my eye on him this year past.”
“Well, you know best about that,” McMurdo answered. “But whatever you do must be tomorrow; for we must lie low until the Pinkerton affair is settled up. We can’t afford to set the police buzzing, today of all days.”
“True for you,” said McGinty. “And we’ll learn from Birdy Edwards himself where he got his news if we have to cut his heart out first. Did he seem to scent a trap?”
McMurdo laughed. “I guess I took him on his weak point,” he said. “If he could get on a good trail of the Scowrers, he’s ready to follow it into hell. I took his money,” McMurdo grinned as he produced a wad of dollar notes, “and as much more when he has seen all my papers.”
“What papers?”
“Well, there are no papers. But I filled him up about constitutions and books of rules and forms of membership. He expects to get right down to the end of everything before he leaves.”
