“Either that man is Howard Milmarsh, or I can’t tell the rightful owner of this place from a rascal who ought to be in jail. I wonder whether I shall find out which is which?”
Carter had said this loudly enough for his assistant to hear, and it was in a tone of conviction that the latter replied:
“You’ll find out, chief, and, by ginger, I believe I know already what the verdict will be.”
“You are more sure than I am, Chick. I thought I knew that the man who is in the Universal Hospital is Howard Milmarsh. But that man we have just passed looks as much like the real one as the other. It’s a puzzle. But I must untangle it somehow.”
“We are going to do it to-night, aren’t we?”
“Yes. At least, we’ll try. You have the long dusters and big caps in that suit case, haven’t you, Chick?”
“All right, chief. We won’t look like ourselves when we are rigged up for our little visit to the big house on the hill. You can bet on that.”