“What plunge, Jim?”
“I mean that I applied for work, down there, as a cable-splicer.”
“Wasn’t it dangerous work—for you, I mean?”
“Yes, a trifle so, I suppose. But none of the inside men were on the force. No one knew me there, from Adam. And it was worth it, too!”
“You mean, of course—?”
“I mean that a certain cable-splicer has the entrée to that conduit, that he has a hand-made chart as to its wire-disposition, and—well, several other things!”
He waited for some word of appreciative triumph from her. As she remained silent, he went on again.
“And I mustn’t forget to tell you that I’ve leased a little basement place not far from Pine Street. I’m going to do commercial printing and that sort of thing. I’ve got a sign out, and the power all ready, only my presses are slow in coming!”
“And will be still further delayed, I suppose?”
“Yes, I’m afraid they will.”