“Ah, I see!” he exclaimed, half in his throat. “You’re one of those detectives whom I saw this morning. You’re that fellow Garvan.”
Patsy realized that he had nothing to gain by denying it. He laughed indifferently and replied:
“I guess that calls the turn, doctor.”
“I know it does, not guess it,” snapped Guelpa. “What do you want here?”
“I wanted to see you.”
“For what?”
“To find out whether you have learned anything more about the robbery, or whether you have any suspicion.”
“Did Nick Carter send you?”
“No. I came on my own hook.”
“You lie, you whelp,” Guelpa now said harshly. “You act only under his instructions. There can be only one reason for your coming here and breaking into my apartments. Carter thinks I know something about the robbery, or suspects me of having committed it. Isn’t that right?”