"Yes."
"Well?"
"I get the information and trade it. I've traded valuable information to you."
"That is true, and between us it is business. You were not aware that I was on to this arrangement?"
The man stared.
"No, I was not."
"Well, I am going to avail myself of this trick staircase, but keep very shady. Some of the lads are outside; they must not close in if I am gone some time. Give them a signal when they rush in, or they might do something rash. The rest of the fellows have not the confidence in you that I have, and they might suspect something. Be on the lookout, and if necessary show one of them where I am, for my orders have been very strict."
There was no misunderstanding on the part of Credo. He smiled and said:
"I take what you mean. No, no, I've no such notion. It's business with us; that's right. I am not going to free myself this way, and here it is on the square. I'd rather make a stake this way, for if a man dies, he dies sudden—he don't linger."
"We understand then?"