“Sure!” said Big Kennedy. “It's th' prison pallor on him. I've got to let him lay dead for a week or ten days to give him time to cover it with a beard, as well as show a better haircut.” “Who is he?” I demanded, my amazement beginning to sit up. “He's a gopher,” returned Big Kennedy, surveying the stranger with victorious complacency. “Yes, indeed; he can go through a safe like th' grace of heaven through a prayer meetin'.” “Is he a burglar?” “Burglar? No!” retorted Big Kennedy disgustedly; “he's an artist. Any hobo could go in with drills an' spreaders an' pullers an' wedges, an' crack a box. But this party does it by ear; just sits down before a safe, an' fumbles an' fools with it ten minutes, an' swings her open. I tell you he's a wonder! He knows th' insides of a safe like a priest knows th' insides of a prayer-book.” “Where was he?” I asked. “Where did you pick him up?” and here I took a second survey of the talented stranger, who dropped his eyes on the floor. “The Pen,” said Big Kennedy. “The warden an' me are old side-partners, an' I borrowed him. I knew where he was, d'ye see! He's doin' a stretch of five years for a drop-trick he turned in an Albany bank. That's what comes of goin' outside your specialty; he'd ought to have stuck to safes.” “Aren't you afraid he'll run?” I said. “You can't watch him night and day, and he'll give you the slip.” “No fear of his side-steppin',” replied Big Kennedy confidently. “He's only got six weeks more to go, an' it wouldn't pay to slip his collar for a little pinch of time like that. Besides, I've promised him five hundred dollars for this job, an' left it in th' warden's hands.” “What's his name?” I inquired. “Darby the Goph.” Big Kennedy now unfolded his plan for making Darby the Goph useful in our affairs. Foxy Billy would allow himself to get behind in his labors over the City books. In a spasm of industry he would arrange with his superiors to work nights until he was again abreast of his duties. Foxy Billy, night after night, would thus be left alone in the Comptroller's office. The safe that baffled us for those priceless documents would be unguarded. Nothing would be thought by janitors and night watchmen of the presence of Darby the Goph. He would be with Foxy Billy in the rôle of a friend, who meant no more than to kindly cheer his lonely labors. Darby the Goph would lounge and kill time while Foxy Billy moiled. “There's the scheme to put Darby inside,” said Big Kennedy in conclusion. “Once they're alone, he'll tear th' packin' out o' that safe. When Billy has copied the papers, th' game's as simple as suckin' eggs. We'll spring 'em, an' make th' Chief look like a dress suit at a gasfitters' ball.”