“Thankee, sir,” said the man. Still he stood for a while irresolutely.
“Well,” said the bishop, “what is it?”
“Why, sir,” said the man, “if you’ll excuse me so far as to say–that is, I mean I didn’t take what this here gentleman”–indicating Inspector Dolan again–“said just to mean that I was to help arrest Him. He asked me if I knew where He was at night. I told him yes. He says that if I’d show where He was there was money in it for me. I said I was willing to show him or any man where He was. But I didn’t look to have any hand in arresting Him, though.”
“But, my good fellow,” said the bishop, “I can’t pay you the money unless you do your part. Just as soon as He is arrested, then you shall have your money. Isn’t that satisfactory to you?”
“Oh yes; I suppose so,” said the other, doubtfully. But he still stood, turning his hat about in his hands.
“Well,” said the bishop, “is there anything else?”
“Only, if I might make so bold, sir, who’s to pay me, sir?”
“Oh, that’s it, is it?” said the bishop. “Well, I’ll put the money in the hands of Inspector Dolan here, and as soon as the arrest is made he’ll see that you are paid. Will that be satisfactory to you, inspector?” and the bishop turned to the police officer.
“Oh yes; it’ll suit me well enough,” said the inspector.
“Very well,” said the bishop, “we’ll arrange it that way. That is all we need of you now. You may go. Mr. Dolan will settle everything with you after the arrest is duly made.”