"He's had the third degree good and strong," says she. "The boys told me so. He won't squeal. Donahue says he ain't right in his head. Anyway, he goes up."
"He's leavin' a little girl," I puts in, "without anyone to look after her."
"Most crooks do," says she, sniffin'.
"But if you could get the wad back?" says I.
"All of it?" says she quick.
"Every bean," says I.
She leans forward, starin' at me hard and eager. "He'll tell, then?" says she.
"Said he would," says I, "providin' him and the little girl could be shipped to Australia."
She chews that over a minute. "That's cheap enough," says she. "I could claim I'd remembered putting the money somewhere and forgotten. Young man, it's a bargain. I'll have my lawyer go down and——"
"Say," I breaks in, "why fat up a lawyer? Let's settle this between you and me."