Patsy snorted defiantly.
“The chief wants T. Burton Potter for other reasons than because he is passing fake bills. That’s what I think. And I believe down in your heart you think so, too.”
“Well, if I do, I have sense enough to keep quiet about it,” was Chick’s rejoinder. “And you’d better do the same. When Nick Carter is working out a case on his own plan and in accordance with theories of his own, it isn’t for us, his assistants, to interfere with him. When he is ready to spring his trap, we shall know what his real purpose is. One thing we do know, and that is that we are to make sure the trap holds T. Burton Potter when it is sprung.”
“Well, we’ll do that, all right,” returned Patsy confidently.
CHAPTER IX.
THROUGH THE CELLARS.
“We’ll go to the basement, Patsy. There are some points I want to clear up before going any further with this case. Keep close behind me, now that you insist on being here, and don’t do anything unless I tell you.”
“All right!”
“I mean what I say,” whispered Chick, more sternly. “I don’t quite like the way you said ‘all right.’ It seemed to me you were treating my orders rather lightly.”