Mrs. Kelly followed us to the door.
“Beware of the ould shyster, boys. Watch him. And don’t go in the mill nights. Sure, it’d break me all up if anything were to happen to either of you, especially Jerry, whose ma has been so good to me.”
“Don’t you worry about us,” Scoop laughed. “The soap man may be a slick old bird, but we’ve got a few wing-clipping tricks up our sleeves. Eh, Jerry?”
“You said it,” I waggled.
Pausing on the porch, Scoop ran his fingers through his hair.
“ ‘Ten and ten.’ Um.…” He raised his eyes. “If you find out what it means,” he said to the two in the doorway, “telephone to us at the brick house. And if we find out anything new we’ll telephone to you. In the meantime we’ll keep a sharp eye on mister spy. He won’t get away from us with the money. Be assured of that. Come on, Jerry.” [[114]]
CHAPTER XII
SO BEAUTIFUL!
“I wonder,” reflected Scoop, when we were on our way home, “if the Chicago manufacturer knows that his spy is putting in the most of his time treasure hunting.”