“In what way?” asked Nick.
“Well,” said Patsy, “what was the start of this game, anyhow? Wasn’t it a warning that the Sanborn house was to be robbed to-day?”
“If you’re never more wrong than you are in that, Patsy,” said Chick, teasingly, “you’ll always be dead right, my laddy buck.”
“You’re getting gay, Chick,” replied Patsy. “I’ve got a notion in my think box that I know where the start is in this case.”
The three turned with interest to Patsy, and Chick, inclined to jolly Patsy, said:
“Expatiate, my brilliant statesman, expatiate.”
Patsy turned to Chick with a merry twinkle in his eye and asked:
“Did it hurt yer much to cough that up?”
“Come,” said Nick, “say what’s in you, Patsy.”
“Well, see here, chief,” Patsy went on. “You say both these letters were sent by the same person.”