The articles were all identified, the prisoners were taken to headquarters in a patrol wagon, and Nick, Chick and Patsy started for home.
There was nothing more to be done that night, Nick said, and they might as well go home and catch forty winks of sleep before morning.
In truth, Nick and Chick were both in need of a quiet time, for they were still weak from the rough treatment they had received, and dizzy from the effects of the gas.
A few hours’ rest put them in shape, and next morning at nine, Nick started Chick and Patsy off for Forty-fourth Street, suitably disguised.
Chick was to post himself at the front of the Montgomery House, and Patsy at the rear.
When they had been gone a half-hour, Nick left the house in his make-up of “Jones of Albany.”
He hired a cab, and was driven to the Montgomery House.
A man in a white suit was working in the street in front of the house, and this man was Chick.
Nick told the cabby not to wait, paid him and ascended the steps and pushed the electric bell.
A housemaid came to the door.