“That’s what he said. You can read it, can’t you?”
“Sure I can read it,” grinned Nell. “But I’m not going out there till I’ve had my feed. You can bet your boots on that.”
“I’m a bit hungry myself,” Chick vouchsafed.
“Sit down and order something. Say, what’s your moniker?”
“Sandy Billings. I’ve known Andy from ’way back. Will you wrap yourself around another drink?”
“Sure! Make it dry.”
With the way thus cleverly paved, Chick afterward found it easy walking. Nell Breen made good in so far as Chick desired. She left the car at the proper point and conducted him about a quarter mile to the building then the scene of episodes already described.
Patsy Garvan followed them with no great need for caution, owing to the woman’s intoxication.
They entered a yard leading to an end door of the somewhat ancient stone building. The limousine was one of the first things to catch Chick’s eye, and it told him all he then wanted to know.
He glanced back and saw Patsy stealing after him.