“Possibly not.”
“I walked by the door three or four times, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying to the mistress. They sat too far from the door.”
“Gee! the chief was right,” thought Patsy. “He’s never wrong, by Jove, as far as that goes.”
“Oh, I know the Carters are on the case,” Floyd said moodily. “I got wise to that this afternoon.”
“How was that, Stu?” inquired Hogan, removing his pipe.
“I saw the gink Gammon is serving going down Madison Avenue in a taxi,” said Floyd. “Gammon thinks I ain’t wise to him, but I am. From what Gammon has told me, I reckoned the English gink was going to pump Carter, or pull off some kind of a bluff. So I hurried down and had a look through Carter’s front door.”
“Gee! that’s news to me,” thought Patsy, with increasing interest.
“I saw Carter himself on a couch in one of the rooms,” Floyd went on. “I piped him through a mirror in the hall. I’m not sure that he didn’t pipe me, as well.”
“Was the English gazabo there?” questioned Hogan.
“No,” said Floyd bluntly. “The taxi driver must have blundered and went too far south. All of a sudden I saw him coming up the avenue and I knew he was going to stop at the dick’s house.”