Section 20It was fortunate that this was the day of Peter’s meetingwithMcGivney. He could really not have kept this wonderful secretto himself over night. He made excuses to the girls, and dodgedthru the chicken-yard as before, and made his way to the AmericanHouse. As he walked, Peter’s mind was working busily. He hadreally got his grip on the ladder of prosperity now; he must notfail to tighten it.
McGivney saw right away from Peter’s face that somethinghad happened. “Well?” he inquired.
“I’ve got it!” exclaimed Peter.
“Got what?”
“The name of the spy in the jail.”
“Christ! You don’t mean it!” cried theother.
“No doubt about it,” answered Peter.
“Who is he?”
Peter clenched his hands and summoned his resolution.“First,” he said, “you and me got to have anunderstanding. Mr. Guffey
