Nick waited, just around the corner on Sixth Avenue, and Chick came, stripped of his white overalls, blouse and hat and wearing his own garments.
He had traded with the regular street cleaner, for the time being, and the street cleaner was five dollars better off by the deal.
“Did you observe closely the two men who called at the house while I was there?” Nick asked.
“Yes. They drove up in a two-wheeler, and when they came out one of them was reading a letter.”
“Did the letter excite them?”
“They seemed a trifle worked up.”
“They’ll be worked up a good deal more before they finally quiet down,” laughed Nick. “You have got to pass for one of those men to-night, Chick, and Patsy for the other.”
“If it’s pretty dark, I guess we can.”
“Patsy will be busy all day, and you’ll have to secure the disguise for him as well as for yourself.”
“All right.”