But we'll be putting over a lot of the big stuff when Larry
gets out."
Hunt had noted a quick light come into Maggie's dark eyes while her
father praised the absent leader. He himself suddenly perceived a new
possibility.
"Maggie, ever think about teaming up with Larry?" he demanded, with
his audacious keenness.
She flushed, and hesitated. He did not wait for her slow-coming reply,
but turned to her father.
"Jimmie, did Larry ever use women in his stunts?"
"Never. Whenever we suggested using a skirt, Larry absolutely said
there was nothing doing. That's one point where he was all wrong.
Nothing helps so much, when the sucker is at all sentimental, as a
clever, good-looking woman. And Larry'll come around to it all right.
He'll see the sense of it, now that he's older and has had two years
to think things over."
Old Jimmie nodded, showing his yellow teeth in a sly grin. "You said
something a second ago: Maggie and Larry! They'll make a wonder of a
team! I mean that she'll work under him with the rest of us. I've been
thinking about it a long while. Mebbe you haven't guessed it, but
we've been coaching her for the part, and she's just about ripe. She's
got the looks, and we can dress her right for whatever job's on hand.
Oh, Larry'll put over some great things with Maggie!"
If Hunt felt that there was anything cynically unpaternal in this
father planning for his daughter a career of crime, he gave no sign of
it.
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