It brought a murderous light into Floyd’s eyes, while uglier scowls settled on the sweaty faces of Gorman and Bagley.
Nick Carter, listened with some misgivings, also, though he still felt quite that Patsy would yet contrive to accomplish what he had undertaken.
“But what led you to suspect?” Floyd questioned. “What put you wise to the game?”
“I wasn’t wise, only suspicious, and I knocked him out to make sure,” Bannon quickly explained. “I made sure, too, all right.”
“How so?”
“Here’s his barker and a pair of bracelets,” said Bannon, producing them. “I knew his mug, all right, after I had downed him. He’s one of this dick’s push. His name is Patsy Garvan.”
Floyd swung around and glared at the detective.
“What do you know about this, Carter?” he demanded.
“I’m not telling all I know,” Nick bluntly answered.
“You’re not, eh?”