"No. I didn't think it best, at the moment."
"Tell me what happened, won't you."
"Certainly. A carriage drove around the corner toward the spot where the spy was standing at the same moment that Patsy approached the man on foot. Inside the carriage was either one of the other of my men, Chick or Danny."
"Yes."
"When the carriage was near enough to the spy, the door of it swung open, and the instant it did so, Patsy acted."
"What did he do?"
"He hit Mr. Spy a clip behind the ear with his fist, and in such a manner that he sent the man reeling straight into the open door of the carriage. When the fellow pitched through the door, Chick, or Danny-the one who was in the carriage, waiting-seized him and pulled him inside. Then he closed the door, and the carriage instantly drove away, while Patsy calmly remained where he was."
"It all sounds very simple, Carter."
The detective laughed aloud.
"Such things are simple, when you know exactly how to do them and have the nerve to carry them out," he said. "My men possess both accomplishments."