“I’ll tell you what,” said Claudia, who plainly possessed many of the crafty qualities of her sister.
“Well, out with it.”
“First, Amos, describe him to her so she cannot mistake him, and then——”
“Hold on a bit,” interrupted Conley, who was an interested listener. “He may take it into his head to go there in disguise, since that’s a clever trick of his.”
“That’s just what I was coming to, Jerry, if you had let me finish,” snapped Mrs. Badger. “We can easily head off any disguise he may adopt.”
“How so?”
“Merely by telling Vic that he wears a red carbuncle ring on the third finger of his left hand,” said Claudia. “He’ll not think it necessary to remove that, Amos, even if he does put on a disguise.”
“By Jove! that’s so.”
“Go, now, and tell her the whole business.”
Badger hastened into the hall, where he was presently heard imparting in cautious terms, yet which he evidently knew would be readily understood, the information concerning Nick which had so puzzled him.