On the fleshy part of it, directly over one of the blueish veins, was nearly a square inch of pink court plaster.
“By gracious, that clinches it!” thought Patsy. “The chief is right. That plaster covers the cut from which some blood was taken. Give us time, now, and we’ll surely deliver the goods.”
In the meantime, with ears alert, he could hear Cora Cavendish saying a bit sharply, as if irritated:
“I cannot be in two places at once, can I? Cut out[Pg 26] your kicking and get down to business. I came here as soon as I could after doing the other job.”
“Well, what’s the result?” demanded her companion curtly. “Did you see him?”
“Gee! that’s Deland’s voice, all right,” thought Patsy. “He is not disguising it, now, and there’s no mistaking it.”
“Sure I saw him,” said Cora, still snappishly.
“What did he say?”
“What you’ll not like to hear, Mortie, take it from me.”
“Use my other name, you fool! I’m not looking for a free ride up the river.”