“Good enough!”
“I’m right here to lend you a hand.”
Nick detected in the fellow’s narrow eyes, nevertheless, that same sly and shifty gleam he at first had noticed, a look that seemed to give the lie to his apparently agreeable consent.
Patsy returned a moment later to assist in taking the various articles into the house, stating that Wilhelmina and her uncle had complied with the detective’s request.
It was nearly one o’clock when Chick Carter arrived in a taxicab, directing the chauffeur to wait, and Patsy appeared at the door to admit him.
“Gee whiz!” he said quietly. “You’re just in time.”
“Time for what?” Chick questioned.
“To see the chief cut loose,” said Patsy. “Talk about[Pg 20] having a long head. No four-footed beast has got anything on him, ears included.”
“I’m well aware of that, Patsy, already.”
“But this yanks the bun. Wait a bit and you’ll see. Come into the library.”