“He’ll notify us, Jerry!” growled Badger, with his grip unconsciously tightening on the detective’s collar. “Let Pluto alone for that. He’ll notify us all right, and promptly, too, if there are other strangers prowling near here to-night.”
That Patsy was possessed of that true detective genius which instinctively anticipates coming events, appears in the thought that quickly arose in his mind:
“He will, eh? I can see his finish if he encounters Chick Carter this night!”
CHAPTER XVIII.
A LAST RESORT.
“Search him!” sternly commanded Badger. “We’ll see what that will bring forth. Search him, Conley, and see what you can find!”
The scene was the kitchen of the Badger dwelling.
Fifteen minutes had passed since Patsy was rounded up and brought in there, and the quarter-hour had been devoted to plying him with questions to break down the crafty story he had told, and to which he clung with a tenacity born of conscious desperation.