"Who does?" asked Bat.
"Why, that girl over there! Every day stealing away out at the back door with a veil over her face and some one's else clothes on, and taking a taxicab for I don't know where."
"You saw that, did you?" asked Bat, eagerly.
"Yes, sir, I saw it; and I've seen it every day since the police were taken off guard. Sick!" again came the cackling old laugh. "Sick! Why, she ain't no more sick than I am."
CHAPTER XXI
What the Burglar Said at Gaffney's
What the old resident of Stanwick said to Bat Scanlon aroused that gentleman to a high pitch, and he began asking eager questions.
"I don't know where she goes," said the man. "I wish I did. But I've seen her two or three times, and she was just as spry as you'd want anybody to be. Sick! Sick nothing!"
Bat's questions continued for some time, but this was the only fact the old man had; and so the big athlete bade him good-night.