“I know that you are one of the assistants of Nick Carter,” the woman said. “Your name is Chick, and I know that you are looking for Mr. Ellison, who disappeared so suddenly from the Sanborn house to-day.”
Chick thought rapidly, and concluded that more was to be gained in admitting the fact than in denying it.
“Won’t you enter this cab and talk with me?” said the young woman.
Giving a signal to Patsy which meant that Patsy was to follow wherever he went, Chick called out, loudly:
“Good-night, old boy, I’ll see you some time to-morrow.”
He climbed into the cab and took the seat as the young woman made way for him.
Patsy turned after calling back a good-night and walked hastily up the street until he reached a dark doorway into which he quickly dodged, from which point he watched the cab.
“Tell the driver,” said the young woman, “to drive away from here.”
“Where?” asked Chick.
“Anywhere, so that we will not be so conspicuous.”