"Not on your life, as sure as my name is Frank Steel."
"You look frank, all right, and your last name certainly rings true," laughed Patsy, displaying the badge under the lap of his vest. "That’s how I know. I’m in the business."
"A detective?" Steel asked, with increasing interest.
"That’s what," nodded Patsy. "I’m in the employ of the king-pin of all detectives."
"Not Nick Carter?"
"That calls the turn, Frank."
"Gracious!" Steel exclaimed, extending his hand. "I’m glad to know you. I wish I had your job."
"Ah, it’s not a soft one," said Patsy significantly.
"I guess that’s right," laughed the other. "I have always wanted to meet Nick Carter. I never happened to see him."
"I’ll take you round to the office some day and introduce you," said Patsy, bent upon winning his hearer’s confidence.