He'll see
that that's horse sense. Let him come at ten o'clock at night,
and he shall see everything. That will fetch him sure."
"Well?"
"You can plan the rest for yourselves. Widow MacNamara's is a
lonely house. She's as true as steel and as deaf as a post.
There's only Scanlan and me in the house. If I get his
promise--and I'll let you know if I do--I'd have the whole seven
of you come to me by nine o'clock. We'll get him in. If ever he
gets out alive--well, he can talk of Birdy Edwards's luck for the
rest of his days!"
"There's going to be a vacancy at Pinkerton's or I'm mistaken.
Leave it at that, McMurdo. At nine to-morrow we'll be with you.
You once get the door shut behind him, and you can leave the rest
with us."
Chapter 7 - The Trapping of Birdy Edwards
As McMurdo had said, the house in which he lived was a lonely one
and very well suited for such a crime as they had planned. It
was on the extreme fringe of the town and stood well back from
the road. In any other case the conspirators would have simply
called out their man, as they had many a time before, and emptied
their pistols into his body; but in this instance it was very
necessary to find out how much he knew, how he knew it, and what
had been passed on to his employers.
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