“Red Hannigan is really the most important of Larry's old friends who are out to get him, isn't he?” she asked.
“Yes—in a way. I mean among those who honestly think Larry has turned stool and squealer. He trusted Larry more than any one else—and now he hates Larry more than any one else. Rather natural, since he was two months in the Tombs before he could get bail—because he thinks Larry squealed on him.”
“How's he stand with his crowd?”
“No one higher. They'd all take his word for anything.”
“Can you find him at once?” Maggie pursued breathlessly.
That was a trifling question to ask the Duchess; since all the news of her shadowy world came to her ears in some swift obscure manner.
“Yes. If it is necessary.”
“It's terribly necessary! If I can't get him, the whole thing may fail!”
“What thing?” demanded the Duchess.
“It might all sound impossibly foolish!” cried the excited, desperate Maggie. “You might tell me so—and discourage me—and I simply must go ahead! I feel rather like—like a juggler who's trying for the first time to keep a lot of new things going in the air all at once. But I think there's a chance that I may succeed! I'll tell you just one thing. It all has to do with Larry. I think I may help Larry.”