“Anything more?” Nick inquired.
“That’s all to date,” returned Patsy. “I’ve got my eye on the man.”
“Keep it on him, Patsy, after he receives the letter,” Nick directed. “Shadow him, if possible, or find some way to trail him. Listen while I tell you what the letter contains. It may be of advantage to you.”
“Shoot! I’m all ears,” said Patsy.
Nick then repeated the letter verbatim and told Patsy of what his suspicions consisted, again directing him to make a special mark of Dewitt until otherwise instructed. Replacing the receiver, Nick then turned to the postmaster and said:
“Now, Holden, you may send that letter along. Take it from me, too, that Dalton will not be the wiser—until I snap a pair of bracelets on his wrists.”
“The sooner the better, Carter, in my opinion,” replied the other. “It could be done when the letter is delivered.”
“I know that, Holden, but that’s much too soon. It’s not going to be done until I can put bracelets on every crook engaged in this job,” Nick declared, with grim determination.
“I agree with you that that would be still better,” smiled Holden, turning to hasten out with the fateful letter—for such it proved to be.