Half an hour brought no further report from Patsy, but it brought the expected communication from the banker.
Nick seized the telephone the instant the bell began to ring.
“Hello!” he called.
The answer came quickly:
“This is Mack talking. Is that you, Nick?”
“Yes.”
“I am talking from my private office. I have heard from Redlaw.”
“Tell me. Come on with it.”
“I am directed to go out Westchester way at six o’clock this evening, alone in my runabout, and to follow the New Rochelle road till I am stopped by a man wearing a figured vest and carrying a red silk handkerchief in his hand. That’s all. Not another word was said. What shall I do?”
“Do what he has directed,” said Nick promptly.