"What do you mean—put my Sunday togs on?"
"Yes, that's the idea. How long will it take you?"
"About an hour, sir."
"Then go and do it, and meet me at 'Menzie's,' in an hour's time. Here's a sovereign to go on with."
The boys then drove to "Menzie's," engaged a room and locked themselves in.
"The only way we can satisfy ourselves as to his identity is by means of that stick."
"The stick! How are you going to do it? I cannot part with it on any account," said Reg, grasping it firmly, as if in fear that it would vanish altogether; he had had it made so that it could be put together in one, or taken apart.
"My idea is to send Terence to the 'Gaiety' at a time when this man is there, and carry the stick openly in his hand."
"What then?"
"Why, if he really is Wyck, he is almost certain to shew some interest in the stick."