The sallow features of the treacherous miscreant quivered and twitched with disappointment for a moment, but immediate obedience was imperative—and the telephone had to wait!
Chick Carter rejoined Patsy on the corner.
“Come on!” he exclaimed.
“Where now?” inquired Patsy, as they headed for Tremont Street.
“To the fortune-teller’s rooms.”
“Has Nick been there?”
“Yes, about two o’clock.”
“Did you learn for what?”
“All that Weston could tell me,” replied Chick, hurriedly informing him what he had learned.
Both were quick to see the possibilities which their various observations and discoveries presented, and Patsy now forcibly declared, as Chick concluded: