“We will undertake it, at all events, while Chick is following up Bart Bailey. Slip two or three changes of disguise into your pocket, Patsy, and go to the department store. Find Goulard, and keep an eye on him till otherwise directed.”
“I’ll do that, all right, but what are your own plans?”
“I’m not sure what turn they will take,” said Nick. “I shall follow you to the store in disguise and look over the ground. What I observe may determine what more I shall do.”
“I see.”
“Be that as it may, I shall run across you and then may have other instructions to give you.”
“I’ve got you, chief,” said Patsy, hastening to make ready. “May I act on my own judgment, in case I detect anything suspicious?”
“Certainly,” Nick nodded. “Do nothing, however, that would expose our hand.”
“I’ll guard against that, chief.”
“Go ahead when you are ready, then, and keep a sharp eye on Gaston Goulard.”
It was nearly noon when Patsy entered the vast department store, where the morning business then was in full swing, all of the several floors being thronged with customers.