“A tough boarding house run by a hag who has a son called Five Points.”
“Well?”
“I went to the hang-out in a tough disguise, and had no difficulty in getting lodging. I thought I might have to stay a day or two, but a couple of hours was enough.”
“What did you learn?”
“Lots; and it was hot stuff, too.”
Again they listened and looked for the Red Spider, but in vain.
Nor had they yet passed any crossroad, so they felt sure their men must still be ahead of them.
“Go on, Chick,” said Nick.
“The hag that bossed the roost was having a confab with a brother of hers, in the sitting room of the place.
“The brother was as clear a case of grafter as I ever saw—he had all the marks from soles to headpiece.