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"I've told you. I've got some valuable information--some 'tips' that Vance will pay big money to 'nip'; but I want my own way and time of opening up the subject to him, and I mean to make sure that my money is good."
"Why are you so anxious to deal with Vance?"
"I've been told he has got the inside track with the Government, and that he is a square man."
"That's the reason you want him?"
"Yes."
"And you will pay me fifty dollars to point him out to you?"
"I will."
"Must I wait for my money until you get your rake?"
"No."
"You will pay me right down?"
"I will pay you the money two minutes after you point the man out to me."
"Do you want an introduction?"
"No."
"Come along; I will put you on to him right away."
The two men started over toward the ferries.
"Will you stand a carriage?" asked the detective.
"What do you want of a carriage?"
"I must get back to go on duty."
"We don't want any carriage."
The man was struck with a shade of suspicion.
"Where are we to go?"
"To Ludlow Street."
The man started back and turned pale.
"To Ludlow Street!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed.
"Yes."
"What do you mean?"
"Come with me to Ludlow Street, and I will point out Vance to you."
"See here, Johnny, you are up to a smart trick, you are."
"Am I?"
"Yes."
"What is it you're up to, my friend?"
The man looked around. No one was near. The detective was studying the rascal's movements.
The fellow suddenly drew a club; but he was matched.
"Hold on! What do you mean?" he demanded.
"What do you mean? Drop that club."
"Who are you?"
"I'm the man you're looking for, Johnny."
"The man I'm looking for?"
"Yes."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Vance."
"Oh, go 'long!" exclaimed the ruffian, in a derisive tone.
"I'm your man! Now, what information have you got for me?"
"You can't play me," said the fellow.
"No; nor can you play me. Listen: how much are you to get for laying me out?"
The man turned pale and made no answer; he glanced backward; it was evident he had reached the conclusion that it was time for him to leave.
"Don't think of going, Johnny, I want you to answer my question."
"You are not Vance."
"I'll play Vance for you, so sling out your game, Johnny."
The man took a step back.
