Right, so far, ain't I ?" "Possibly," assented Fred, coldly.
"Ye hired me to get hold of keys that could be used on one o' the High School locker rooms," Tip went on, cunningly.

"Ye hired me to steal some stuff from the coats o' the young gents that study there.

Then ye hired me to break inter Dick Prescott's room and get the loot inter his trunk.

Right, ain't I ?" Tip spoke assertively, making no effort to keep his voice low.
"For goodness' sake don't shout it all over four counties," protested Fred Ripley, glancing apprehensively about him.

His face was paler, now, from uneasiness.
"Oh, I ain't afraid about anyone hearing me," Tip went on, unconcernedly.