"To have the boss send him to the New York office."
"Will he send him?"
"He may."
"Say," said Peter, whisperingly, with an idea, "get him in the bribing line, and then let him drop."
"He's beyond that," said the undaunted Monroe. "We are going to send him to New York; give him authority to handle money, and lay our net to catch him. This can be done. We will work it so slick, with Bate Yenger as his assistant, that he can't crawl out; and we'll keep the money for our trouble."
"Good!" said Peter, forgetting himself and rubbing this time. "Go on?"
"That's all."
"Humph;" ejaculated Peter. "You are a genuine dough-god!"
"You bear!" scowled Monroe—that is, he tried to scowl.
"You unplastic scoundrel," shouted Peter, turning on him, "if you don't get him out of the way, and get that girl, I'll get your job away from you!"