“We must maintain our position and good standing here, Draper, or it will be a case of bolt for us, with the police of the world out to get us. That won’t do at all,[Pg 26] Draper, not at all. We must bluff suspicion to a standstill, or down it with a club.”
“I’m with you all the while,” said Draper approvingly. “I reckon we can make good. But what’s to be done with this pup?”
“Pull out the empty trunk,” said Guelpa. “We’ll crowd him into it and ship him to my office, then lug it into Biddle’s quarters. Ring for a porter to lend you a hand with the trunk to the elevator. I’ll remark to him, or to any other inquisitive observer, that it takes too much room in my suite.”
“That can be done in ten minutes,” nodded Draper, hastening to bring one of the large trunks from the adjoining room.
Doctor Guelpa smoothed his slightly ruffled coat and bestowed a kick upon the senseless form of the detective.
“Dead easy,” said he, replying. “Cram him into it and lock it. I’ll get Scoville on the phone, in the meantime, and have him come round here with a wagon.”
Patsy Garvan heard none of this.
He was lying with his face upturned in the bright electric light, a face as ghastly as that of a corpse.
CHAPTER VII.
A LEAF FROM THE PAST.
“Wait here. I may send you instructions.”