“I’m hanged if I know,” said Chick. “I should like to know what this house is and what goes on in there.”
“It looks all right,” said Patsy, “and is a regular Philadelphia house with its red brick, and white trimmings.”
“Who’s coming on to-night?” asked Chick.
“And what ought to be fixed right away?” added Patsy.
“Well, it isn’t the stuff that’s coming on,” said Chick, “for there was nothing doing for Lannigan and his lads when we got in.”
“No,” replied Patsy. “I don’t suppose there’s anything else for us to do but to hold and keep Lannigan under watch.”
“We can hardly undertake to enter that house,” said Chick; “but we’re on to it, and, perhaps, we can find something out about it afterward.”
This conversation had taken place in a doorway on the other side of the street in which they were hiding.
In a moment or two their appearances were wholly changed and they were ready when Lannigan and the two who had entered with him came out with a fourth and went up the street.
The two detectives followed, of course.