"Before I go farther," said Edith, "may I ask you if it is Mr. Dieman's purpose to remain the go-between in the graft system, of which Mr. Cobb is the head?"
"He's making an effort to break from the gang—he's been making the effort ever since he married; but it's hard to let go," said Eli, casting an admiring glance at Star.
"Now, then; as to my wish, Mr. Jerey," said Edith, trying to get his eyes away from Star; "I want you to assist me and my father to break up the ring; in a quiet manner, if possible; if not quietly, then by law."
"What's your object, mainly?" he asked.
"To get such men as Monroe and his dupes and old Mr. Cobb into the toils. These men have not been satisfied in working the graft system for all they are worth, but they have been plotting for months against me and my father. Can I depend on you?"
"You can. But what has Mr. Winthrope to do with it?"
"That is a part of the plot against my father and me."
"Still I can't see—but never mind, I know the other fellers well, and will help you."
"First, get Mr. Dalls back from Europe, and—"
"Say, miss," he broke in, "how did you know all this and these men?"