“I’m glad to get it so easily,” she said, after thanking him. “As a matter of fact, sir, I would like to see those people cleaned out of the house. High jinks take place in there some nights.”
“I think they soon will occupy other quarters,” smiled Patsy significantly. “May I go in at once?”
“Certainly, sir.”
“You need not come to the door. Just move a little to one side, and I will step by you and get in the window. Keep on with your work, please, so that nothing may be suspected.”
“I will, sir.”
Patsy easily passed the woman, stepping through the low window, and he then hastened up to a back room on the next floor, from a window of which he cautiously peered.
This crafty move was a wise one on his part, in that Glidden failed to discover the spy a little later.
Supposing, of course, that Goulard had gone into the house by that time, Patsy took a swift look at the surroundings outside.
There was a yard back of the Badger house, partly occupied by a wooden porch, the door of which was accessible from the alley mentioned. Beyond the alley was a narrow passageway between the rear walls of the near buildings, a passage running in the direction of the[Pg 34] river, and through which he could see a bit of the faded side wall of the lime dealer’s building.
“Gee whiz! there’s the rat, now,” flashed suddenly through Patsy’s mind. “He has not gone in, after all. He still is watching the house.”