“I’m coming to that, Chick. Don’t be in such a hustle. When I’d walked around for a while, thinking it over, I found myself back in front of our house.”
“Yes?”
“I was on the other side of the avenue, in the shadow, when I saw two men come out of this house.”
“You did?” shouted Chick. “Did you know them? Who were they? Why didn’t you say so at first?”
“Of course, I knew them,” replied Patsy, to Chick’s first query. “They were the chief and you.”
Chick snorted in disgust, while Nick Carter laughed, for he had suspected what Patsy would say.
“What did you do then?” asked Nick.
“I followed your taxi in another one that I picked up on Thirty-fourth Street, and I told him to keep yours in sight. It took me to Andrew Anderton’s house.
“When I saw you and Chick go in, I paid off my taxi driver and told him to beat it. Then I took up my post on the other side of the avenue and watched. You see, you’d told me that it was the Yellow Tong that had laid out Mr. Anderton, and I know the ways of chinks.”
“Go on.”