Magill really thought so, now, so well had Patsy played his part. He laid his finger on Patsy’s arm, saying more impressively:
“Listen to me, Dolan. If you mean all you say, I can put you in right to share in a barrel of money. It’s not a case of crack a bank or pull off any kind of a dangerous job. The coin is where it can be easily got—barring one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Forcing a certain party to say where it’s hidden.”
“The coin?”
“Yes.”
“Who hid it?”
“Never mind who hid it, Dolan,” Magill objected. “Don’t you get too inquisitive. The party who hid it had no legitimate claim on it. He stole it. Furthermore, he’s dead. There will never be a kick from him. All we need do in order to get it is to force a certain party to squeal.[Pg 22]”
“How much coin is there?” asked Patsy, displaying a steadily increasing interest.
“A quarter million.”