"I'm dead onto this fellow," said the youth. "He's just about ready to flit. He's bought lots of stuff to-day, and is flush with money.
"A man just went in there with a suit of clothes. Two delivery wagons from dry goods stores have been here. I suppose that the stuff they brought belongs to the woman who is going with Gaspard."
"Have you seen her?"
"No; she has kept mighty dark."
"Hello! what's this?"
Nick drew Patsy more closely into the shadow of the steps by which they were standing.
A carriage rumbled over the pavement and stopped before the door of Gaspard's lodging-house.
"Upon my word," said Nick, "it's my old friend Harrigan on the box. The way people keep bobbing up in this case is something wonderful."
"Perhaps the woman's in the cab," whispered Patsy.
On the contrary, the cab was empty.