All this convinced Patsy that there was something wrong, indeed; but what it was, being ignorant of what Frank Mantell was informing Nick at the very moment, he could not then conjecture.
"What favor, Garvan?" asked the clerk, when Patsy quickly returned to the rear of the store.
"Lend me your motor cycle."
"For what?"
"To follow that taxi," said Patsy. "I’m dead sure there is something doing. I cannot imagine what, but I’m determined to find out. You saw the old gentleman who[Pg 25] entered that house. I know him quite well. He’s a very wealthy man, and it looks to me like a cinch that he’s in wrong in some way."
"That settles it," Steel quickly declared. "Go ahead, Garvan, and take the wheel. You’re welcome to it."
"May I borrow this leather jacket and the gaiters, also?"
"Certainly. I have a leather cap in the office. Do you want that?"
"Sure thing," nodded Patsy. "I’ll get after these people in disguise. Your garments will help to perfect it, and I’ll leave mine here till I return with the wheel."
"Good enough. I’ll look after them."