“I fancy, Ida,” said Nick, “that there will be a good deal of work for you to do in this case. You had better go home and spend the night in getting a good rest. What you have to do will depend upon what the boys will find out to-night.”
Ida went away, and Nick busied himself with a new make-up.
CHAPTER XVIII.
IN THE TENDERLOIN.
Chick and Patsy relied upon their knowledge of the haunts of criminals and crooks in the city to give them trace of Lannigan.
It was nearly seven o’clock when they left Nick’s apartments.
“I’ll bet you, Patsy,” said Chick, “that the gang working the Sanborn residence this morning was governed by our old friend Lannigan.”
“I’m thinking so myself,” replied Patsy.
“If that’s so,” replied Chick, “and they’re in the city yet, the place to find them to-night is in the Tenderloin, where they’ll be rolling about for a bit of a spree.”
“If they’ve got the price,” replied Patsy. “Their little show didn’t come off according to the bill of play. They may be broke.”
“Oh,” replied Chick, “they’ve got enough for a roll, and I think the best place to look for Lannigan is among the music halls.”