"I dunno how much. Fair size, I guess. Must have been for Crafty to lend him money to play with."
"What?"
"Don't get so excited," cautioned Guerilla, with a nervous glance over his shoulder. "You've no idea how your voice carries. Even if you don't mind being dumped, I do. And I don't care three whoops about spending two or three years in jail for giving aid and comfort to——"
"Shut up, for Gawd's sake!" begged Billy. "Do you know Crafty's been lending money to Jerry?"
"Didn't I see him with my own eyes more than once? But——"
"Say, don't you see anything else yet?"
"I see you, but that ain't sayin' much."
"Guerilla, if you weren't so serious you'd be funny. But don't get down-hearted. I'm as foolish as you are, every bit. Why, when they had me corraled in Sam Larder's house, and Crafty blatted right out loud that he didn't know Jerry Fern was driving that trip and Tip and Sam said later that they knew Jerry was, I had the answer to the puzzle if I had the sense to follow it up. Especially when it turned out later that Jerry, who always gives a bandit a battle, didn't even try to lock horns with Crafty. But I never caught the connection till you said Crafty was lending money to Jerry. Lending him money! Do you think you can get Jerry Fern in here and make him drunk?"
"When?" asked Guerilla, beginning to get a glimmering.
"To-night. Now. I want to get Jerry so full he'll talk. Tell us all he knows, see?"