"Yes," Steel quickly nodded. "She trades here in a small way. Her name is Bolton."
"Bolton, eh? That comes pretty near being Badger," thought Patsy; then, aloud: "Do you know anything about her?"
"Only that she appears a bit fly and flashy. I don’t think much is known about her round here. She has been living there only a month."
"Have you seen her coming and going?"
"Yes, often."
"Alone, or with others?" questioned Patsy.
"Nearly always alone," Steel informed him. "But I have seen two persons going there to see her. I’m not dead sure that one of them does not live there, or remain there overnight. He may be a relative."
"Describe him."
"He’s a young, smooth-faced chap about eighteen years old. He always wears knickerbockers and a golf cap. I don’t see him very often, but I know he is there occasionally."
"I understand," nodded Patsy.