He don't know just where he stands. If I'd ha' stayed around there,
he'd have a chance to get me. He could even go so far as to give me
the money. Or he'd probably put a bullet in me. But don't you see my
idea? I'm lettin' him worry. Worry is the greatest thing the guilty
man has to fight against, lemme tell you that. It nearly always breaks
'em down. He finds I'm gone. He waits for me to come back. I don't
come. He goes nearly crazy with anxiety and dread. See? Well, in time,
his nerves go kerflop. He'll see ghosts and he'll see scaffolds.
'Cause why: _he knows there's a feller wandering around somewhere
that's on to him_. See?"
"By cricky, you're right," cried Joey, leaping to his feet. "I can
just see 'im now."
"But when he sees Perry and finds out," protested Ruby, twisting her
fingers.
"I'll leave it to David, who knows Isaac Perry in and out, and ask if
he thinks his uncle Frank will believe a word the nigger tells him,
after all I've laid up before him. Isaac Perry can tell the truth from
now to doomsday and Jenison won't believe him. I've fixed Isaac
proper. What Jenison wants now is to get hold of Ikey and beat his
brains out.
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