When they were out in the street, Chick said to Patsy:
“Something’s coming off to-night at that place.”
“And something’s going to be brought in a closed carriage,” added Patsy.
“And we have got to be on hand to see what it is,” added Chick.
The man with whom they had been talking had lagged behind a bit and now came from the saloon and joined them.
“Say,” he said, “you haven’t said whether you was fly-cops or not. Well, I don’t care whether you are or not, but I give it to you straight that Dempsey stopped me to ask who you were.”
“What did you tell him?” asked Patsy.
“I told him you were friends of mine that I had brought in for a drink here.”
Chick and Patsy had no reason to disbelieve the man, but, nevertheless, they felt, if he had not told them the truth, that by this time Lannigan had become suspicious of them.
However, acting upon the notion that the man had done nothing to arouse suspicions of themselves, they asked him to step down the street with them and, while they went into a doorway, to keep an eye on the saloon.