“Yes, but you remember that Tom Cooper was not then in jail.”
“Oh, yes, he was,” tantalized Benson.
“Well, I mean that he was with her. Now he is not.”
“There is some truth in that,” replied the other, “but I have my own opinion that we have gone to the length of our tether, and she may outwit us after all.”
“Oh, that little Bowery tough was at the shop the other day, and asked for his reward for finding the girl and the man. I just laughed at him, and told him to scoot.”
“That’s right,” answered Benson. “We won’t give him any thousand; it is too hard to get.”
“So ’tis, but aren’t you afraid he’ll squeal on us?”
“His word wouldn’t be much,” scoffed Benson. “If he comes to me I shall soon give him a piece of my mind.”
Just at that moment there came a rap at the door, and the servant announced:
“Mr. Jim Farren.”