"That's what I did. I know where he bunks, and I know that he has engaged a room for a month—engaged it two days ago."
"Where is the place?"
"L Street, a block beyond Craven's house."
"Nearer the river than Craven's?"
"Yes."
"What is it? A lodging-house?"
"Sure, and you can't miss it, for carpenters are repairing the front, which is all covered with scaffolding."
Chick appeared while this conversation was going on. He had been out on a scout, and he, too, had something of importance to report. "The Russian has not left town," he said. "I've seen him, and it's Goloff, sure. I passed him on the street, and he did not know me from a side of sole leather." As Nick's capable assistant had that morning chosen for his day's disguise the part of a young German, newly arrived, it was not likely that his identity had been suspected.
"There is some deep game on the hooks," was Chick's comment after he had been informed of Patsy's news. "There is something in Washington which is of powerful interest to this pair of knaves. And they are still playing in together, for I didn't let Goloff out of sight until I had seen him enter the house with the scaffolding on L Street. What is the game, I wonder? It must be a golden one, or they wouldn't be taking the risk of an arrest for murder."