“Isn’t she?”
Patsy looked surprised and his eyes took on a light well in keeping with his disguised countenance. He now shrewdly surmised that Magill had a use for him, that he had designs that he could not carry out alone, and that he needed a confederate. This suited Patsy to the letter. He added incredulously, nevertheless, lest his inference and readiness might be suspected:
“That don’t go down. There’s nothing in it—nothing for me.”
“Think not?”
“That’s what.[Pg 21]”
“I can put you in a way to become friendly with her,” said Magill, with squinting scrutiny.
“You can?” Patsy demanded.
“Surest thing you know. But you’d have to take chances,” Magill pointedly added.
“Chances, eh? Chances cut no ice with me. I’d take the longest ever.”
“Is that right?” asked Magill, smiling.