“The spy must have a clew though.”
“He probably thinks he has. But it’s plain that we’ve got a better clew than he has.”
“How are we going to get the money?” I then inquired.
Scoop was pulling down the rope, coiling it on his left arm.
“What puzzles me more than that,” he joked, laughing, “is how in Sam Hill we’re going to get you cleaned up. You’re a sight, Jerry. Just wait till Peg and Tom see you! They’ll laugh themselves into a fit.”
“But you haven’t answered my question,” I hung on.
“I can’t tell you how we’re going to get the hidden money,” he said, “for, truthfully, I don’t know. Come on. It’s bedtime.” [[142]]