Waiting only long enough for them to climb the first flight of stairs, Patsy dashed into the hall and cautiously followed up the stairs.
As he went up this flight he could hear them mounting the second flight and he said to himself:
“They’re going to the upper floor.”
Reaching the second floor he followed the banisters to the foot of the second flight, and there stopped to listen.
He could hear them rap at a door on the floor above him and, in a moment or two, the door was opened and the voice of a woman, in strong English accents, was heard:
“Oh, Harry, is it you? It’s a long time since I saw you. Who is this with you?”
“It’s me friend, Mr. Morris, Aunt Emma. It isn’t often I get so far uptown, but, being up here, I thought I’d drop in on yer. I s’pose Uncle Joe is gone to work.”
“Yes,” replied the voice of the woman, “but come in.”
The next moment the noise of the closing of the door was heard and Patsy said to himself:
“Hang it. I don’t believe it’s anything, after all.”