“Thank God!” thought Patsy fervently. “That refers to Nick.”
“Then he’ll not croak?” inquired Badger, as if somewhat disappointed.
“Not this time; though I reckon ’twould be a good thing for us if he did,” snarled Conley.
“Help me run this car in, then I’ll go and have a talk with him.”
Patsy ducked his head and dropped the hamper lid.
Then he sensed that the two men had seized the sides of the car and drawn it well into the exterior basement.
“Things all right in town?” queried Conley.
“Yes.”
“Did both women come out?”
“Sure.”