Then one day McGivney sent an automobile, and Peter
was brought to Guffey’s office, and a new plan
was unfolded to him. They had arrested another
bunch of “wobblies” in the neighboring
city of Eldorado, and Peter was wanted there to repeat
his testimony. It happened that he knew one of
the accused men, and that would be sufficient to get
his testimony in—his prize stuff about the
burning barns and the phosphorus bombs. He would
be taken care of just as thoroughly by the district
attorney’s office of Eldorado County; or better
yet, Guffey would write to his friend Steve Ellman,
who did the detective work for the Home and Fireside
Association, the big business organization of that
city.
Peter hemmed and hawed. This was a pretty hard
and dangerous kind of work, it really played the devil
with a man’s nerves, sitting up there in the
hotel room all day, with nothing to do but smoke cigarettes
and imagine the “wobblies” throwing bombs
at you. Also, it wouldn’t last very long;
it ought to be better paid. Guffey answered that
Peter needn’t worry about the job’s lasting;
if he cared to give this testimony, he might have
a joy ride from one end of the country to the other,
and everywhere he would live on the fat of the land,
and be a hero in the newspapers.
But still Peter hemmed and hawed. He had learned
from the American City “Times” how valuable
a witness he was, and he ventured to demand his price,
even from the terrible Guffey; he stuck it out, in
spite of Guffey’s frowns, and the upshot was
that Guffey said, All right, if Peter would take the
trip he might have seventy-five dollars a week and
expenses, and Guffey would guarantee to keep him busy
for not less than six months.
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So Peter went to Eldorado, and helped to send eleven
men to the penitentiary for periods varying from three
to fourteen years. Then he went to Flagland,
and testified in three different trials, and added
seven more scalps to his belt. By this time he
got to realize that the worst the Reds could do was
to make faces at him and show the teeth of trapped
rats. He learned to take his profession more
easily, and would sometimes venture to go out for an
evening’s pleasure without his guards.
When he was hidden in the country he would take long
walks. regardless of the thousands of blood-thirsty
Reds on his trail.
It was while Peter was testifying in Flagland that
a magic word was flashed from Europe, and the whole
city went mad with joy. Everyone, from babies
to old men, turned out on the streets and waved flags
and banged tin cans and shouted for peace with victory.
When it was learned that the newspapers had fooled
them, they waited three days, and then turned out
and went thru the same performance again. Peter
was a bit worried at first, for fear the coming of
peace might end his job of saving the country; but
presently he realized that there was no need for concern,
the smashing of the Reds was going on just the same.
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