“Send Patsy to me,” he said to the servant.
He scribbled away for a few seconds, folded the sheet and put it in an envelope, sealed the envelope and wrote the following:
“Look at this man well. He may be Ramsay, but I’m not sure. Shadow him.”
Patsy stood beside the desk when Nick faced around, the letter in his hand.
“Here’s a letter, Patsy, which I wish you to deliver immediately. You know the party, I think?”
The assistant studied the writing on the envelope.
“No, Nick,” he answered, “I don’t know him; but I know the address.”
“You’ll attend to it?”
“Sure.”
Patsy left.