It took Patsy only a few moments to make the change of garments, and he then found that he had no time to spare. He heard the bang of the taxicab door, and saw that the supposed old gentleman had returned to his seat.
The veiled woman had not stirred.
The taxicab sped up the avenue.
Patsy Garvan, in leather cap, jacket, and gaiters, and with his features quickly and deftly disguised, pushed the motor cycle out through the side door.
"So long, Steel!" he said warmly. "I’ll make this right with you later. You can gamble on that."
"You’re welcome, Garvan, and good luck to you," was the hearty reply.
In another moment Patsy was rounding the corner and starting in hot pursuit of the distant taxicab. As he passed the house he shot one swift glance at the window of Sadie Badger’s flat.
The roller shade had been drawn down.
CHAPTER VI.
TWO MEN WITH A WAGON.
Patsy Garvan was puzzled—more puzzled than at any time since he first saw the taxicab and its occupants, whom he had pursued undetected to a somewhat unsettled section of the Bronx.