The Celt did some deep studying, and finally conjured up a racket which he believed would settle accounts with the darky in good shape.
The Irishman succeeded in abstracting what was called an invisible wire from Frank’s private locker.
This was a very thin but immensely strong steel wire, of about the size of cotton thread. But it was capable of conducting just as powerful an electric current as one five times the size.
It answered the Celt’s purpose to a dot. At once he proceeded to work his plans.
Pomp was very methodical in the most of his habits.
In retiring he had a certain way of hanging up his clothes and of tumbling into bed even. It was unvarying in all cases.
His shoes were placed side by side just under the head of his bunk and always in the same position.
Barney had noted this many times and had frequently joked the darky about it.
“Don’ yo’ fool yo’se’f!” Pomp retorted. “Dis chile hab been in a house what hab cotched afiah an’ I done beliebe in havin’ ebert’ing ready to tumble into quick in case dar is any fiah.”
Barney laughed heartily. But this very peculiarity of the darky now gave him an excellent chance.