“Nothing that I know of,” replied Patsy, with a laugh. “I was wanting to know what they were going to do.”
“Crooks, were they?” asked the girl.
“Friends of mine,” replied Patsy, “and I thought that they were going to do something about a thing I had told them of, leaving me out. I was just following them up to see what they were going to do.”
“Oh! And I interfered,” said the girl.
“Oh, I don’t know. I was going away when you opened the door. What I was afraid of was that the row would let them know that I was after them.”
“I don’t think it did,” said the girl.
“Didn’t anybody come from the third floor?” asked Patsy.
“No,” said the girl.
“Who lives up there?” asked Patsy.
“An old woman and her husband. They have the whole floor. They are very quiet people, but they say when the old woman was young that she was a crook—a shoplifter. But I don’t know.”