"Couldn't you send him any more?" asked Jacob.
"I sent for him," said Peter, now looking at Jacob with an air of supercilious gravity.
"God man! what do you mean? Do you mean to ruin us all?" shouted Jacob, excitedly.
"Be calm, Jacob; be calm, and save your nerves for what is coming," said Peter, gently. "He came by my request, and is to make a confession before the grand jury—at my request, too. So if you want to save your old bacon, pull down your shaky house of graft and hit the trail for Europe; for you will be the first one caught in the net, Jacob."
"Oh, Lord man! What do you mean? This is awful! This is horrid! This is terrible! Exposed by my chief deputy like that! I'll never forgive you, Peter! Never! And when it blows over, I shall return and cook you a dish that you won't relish!" cried Jacob, now in a frenzy of excitement.
"Why, I am safe from harm," said Peter, calmly.
"What did you do it for?" asked Jacob, in great anger.
"To be plain to you, sir, I may state that that's my business," said Peter, cooly.
"Then, we part enemies?" asked Jacob, with a daggerous look.
"We do—if you want to; but, Jacob, you'd better take my humble advice, and go to Europe as quick as you could skin a cat. You know the whole thing will come out anyway when that bank affair is known, which I am assured will be exploded soon, and then the whole shooting match will be busted."