“Well, the truth is I have just come from an interview with a man who is trying to get back his senses after a cold plunge in the Sound. The cold plunge was not of his own choosing. He was thrown in at midnight, and the man who flung him in was a Westerner. Now are you interested?”
“But there are more Westerners than one in the world,” objected Nick.
“Yes, but this one was called Yasmar.”
“Singular name for a Westerner; but that don’t help us any. The man we want is a fellow called Ramsay.”
“And Ramsay spelled backward is Yasmar,” added Patsy.
“By Jove, you’re right! I never thought of that.”
“No,” retorted Patsy; “it’s a good thing you have a man of brains on your staff.”
“Let that pass,” said Nick, smiling. “Any old way, this is bully information. The report was true, then, and Ramsay and his pal have really come East and are at their tricks again.”
“Don’t know about the pal, but I think we have come up with Ramsay all right. The man he attacked is waiting for you at the office.”
“Great Scott, Patsy; that’s the most important piece of information you have brought us.”