§ 50
From Miriam's, Peter went back to Room 427. It was Nell's idea that
Nelse Ackerman would not lose a minute next morning; and sure enough,
Peter found a note on the dressing-table: "Wait for me, I want to see
you."
Peter waited, and before long McGivney came in and sat down in
front of him, and began very solemnly: "Now Peter Gudge, you know I'm
your friend."
"Yes, of course."
"I've stood by you," said McGivney. "If it hadn't been for me,
the boss would have had you in the hole right now, trying to sweat you
into confessing you planted that dynamite. I want you to know that, and
I want you to know that I'm going to stand by you, and I expect you to
stand by me and give me a square deal."
"Why, sure!" said Peter. "What is it?" Then McGivney proceeded to
explain: Old Nelse Ackerman had got the idea that the police were
holding back something from him. He was scared out of his wits about
this case, of course. He had himself shut up in a cupboard at night,
and made his wife pull down the curtains of her limousine when she
went driving. And now he was insisting that he must have a talk with the
man who had discovered this plot against him. McGivney hated to take the
risk of having Peter become acquainted with anybody, but Nelse Ackerman
was a man whose word was law. Really, he was Peter's employer; he had
put up a lot of the money for the secret service work which Guffey was
conducting, and neither Guffey or any of the city authorities dared try
to fool him.
"Well, that's all right," said Peter; "it won't hurt for
me to see him."
"He's going to question you about this case," said McGivney.
"He's going to try to find out everything he can. So you got to protect
us; you got to make him understand that we've done everything possible.
You got to put us right with him."
Peter promised solemnly he would do so; but McGivney
wasn't satisfied. He was in a state of trepidation, and
proceeded to hammer and hammer at Peter, impressing upon
him the importance of solidarity, of keeping faith with his
fellows. It sounded exactly like some of the I. W. W.'s
talking among themselves!
"You may think, here's a chance to jump on us and climb out on
top, but don't you forget it, Peter Gudge, we've got a machine, and in
the long run it's the machine that wins. We've broken many a fellow
that's tried to play tricks on us, and we'll break you. Old Nelse will
get what he wants out of you; he'll offer you a big price, no doubt — but
before long he'll be thru with you, and then you'll come back to us, and
I give you fair warning, by God, if you play us dirty, Guffey will have
you in the hole in a month or two, and you'll come out on a stretcher."
So Peter pledged his faith again; but, seeing his chance, he
added: "Don't you think Mr. Guffey ought to do something for me, because
of that plot I discovered?"
"Yes, I think that," said McGivney; "that's only fair."
And so they proceeded to bargain. Peter pointed out all the
dangers he had run, and all the credit which the others had got. Guffey
hadn't got credit in the papers, but he had got it with his employers,
all right, and he would get still more if Peter stood by him with the
king of American City. Peter said it ought to be worth a thousand
dollars, and he said he ought to have it right away, before he went to
see the king. At which Guffey scowled ferociously. "Look here, Gudge!
you got the nerve to charge us such a price for standing by your
frame-up?"
McGivney generally treated Peter as a coward and a feeble
bluffer; but he had learned also that there was one time when the little
man completely changed his nature, and that was when it was a question
of getting hold of some cash. That was the question now; and Peter met
McGivney scowl for scowl. "If you don't like my frame-up," he snarled,
"you go kick to the newspapers about it!"
Peter was the bulldog again, and had got his teeth in the other
bulldog's nose, and he hung right there. He had seen the rat-faced man
pull money out of his clothes before this, and he knew that this time,
above all other times, McGivney would come prepared. So he insisted — a
thousand or nothing; and as before, his heart went down into his boots
when McGivney produced his wad, and revealed that there was more in the
wad than Peter had demanded!
However, Peter consoled himself with the reflection that
a thousand dollars was a tidy sum of money, and he set
out for the home of Nelse Ackerman in a jovial frame of mind.
Incidentally he decided that it might be the part of wisdom not to say
anything to Nell about this extra thousand. When women found out that
you had money, they'd never rest till they had got every cent of it, or
at least had made you spend it on them!
