“Oh, they’ll wilt when they see they’re cornered. Another word-whisper.”
“Yes?”
“Help me to do this job neatly and there’s a fine reward to divide.”
CHAPTER XX—A RICH FIND
As the lights came on again the man who had spoken to Vincent moved forward so as to intercept the two end men on the second row of seats. One of them, who had arisen the moment he fixed his eyes on the officer from the city, sat down quickly. He pulled his next companion by the sleeve, who slunk down with him.
All this Vincent noticed, and Pep, guessing that these actions meant something, glided to the side of the ventriloquist.
“What is it, Mr. Vincent?” he inquired breathlessly.
“I hardly know myself yet,” said Vincent.
“I want you, my man!” spoke the city officer just here.
He reached out and grabbed the slinking man by the collar.