“Yes.”
“And she must know who that moll is?”
“Yes.”
“And if yer could get on ter her, you’d get a line on the whole biz, wouldn’t yer?”
“Yes.”
“But the thing is, Patsy,” said Chick, “to get to the woman who wrote the letters.”
“That’s what I’m gettin’ at,” said Patsy. “The chief knows that the man Lannigan, the swell cracksman of Philly, led off in this biz of tryin’ ter nip the jewels. And it’s dollars to doughnuts that Lannigan knows the moll what writ these letters. So, Lannigan is the startin’ point ter turn the lamps onto.”
Nick brought his hands together with a resounding clap and replied:
“You’ve hit it, Patsy, and you have given us what we have been fishing for, a starting place. Now, Chick, you and Patsy start right out and see if you can’t find Lannigan, and put him and his fellows under watch. Don’t lose them until you know all they’re doing.”
Without waiting for anything else, Chick and Patsy went out.