"You would, eh?" sneered Goulard maliciously.
"That’s what I would," snapped Patsy.
"You’ll never have that satisfaction, Garvan."
"Wait and see," growled Patsy, while Corson disarmed him and appropriated his weapons. "It’s a long, long way to Tipperary."
"What in thunder’s the meaning of all this?" Mullen now demanded, grim with astonishment. "Where did the infernal runt come from?"
"I’ll tell you presently," said Goulard, who was apparently very well satisfied with having arrived in time to secure the detective. "Have you taken the woman down below?"[Pg 33]
"Yes, of course," Mullen nodded. "That’s the safest place."
"Any old place is safe enough, now that we’ve got this rat," said Goulard confidently. "I’ll have his chief before midnight, too, unless my wires get crossed. Bring the woman up again and take her into the house. I want to revive her and force her to write a letter to her husband. Bring in this rat, too. I want to tell him where he stands. He’ll find mighty soon that I’ve got things dead to rights."
Patsy said nothing. He began to fear, in fact, that the rascal really had.