Section 44
So the day began to break and the birds to sing. The sun rose on Peter’s face gray with exhaustion and the Irish apples in Nell’s cheeks badly faded. But the time for action had come, and Peter went off to watch McCormick’s home until seven o’clock, when the special delivery letter was due to arrive.
It came on time, and Peter saw McCormick come out of the house and set forth in the direction of the studios. It was too early for the meeting, so Peter figured that he would stop to get his breakfast; and sure enough “Mac” turned into, a little dairy lunch, and Peter hastened to the nearest telephone and called his boss.
“Mr. McGivney,” he said, “I lost those fellows last night, but now I got them again. They decided not to do anything till today. They’re having a meeting this morning and we’ve a chance to nab them all.”
“Where?” demanded McGivney.
“Room seventeen in the studios; but don’t let any of your men go near there, till I make sure the right fellows are in.”
“Listen here, Peter Gudge!” cried McGivney. “Is this straight goods?”
“My God!” cried Peter. “What do you take me for? I tell you they’ve got loads of dynamite.”