But Nick soon changed his mind.
Early Sunday morning, just a week after the operation, Patsy Garvan was on duty as near the Grantley house as he dared to go.
He saw a taxi drive up. Almost immediately Doctor Grantley and his assistant, young Doctor Siebold, helped the millionaire out of the house and into the machine.
Baldwin seemed to be rather feeble or uncertain in his movements, and there were black patches over his eyes.
Patsy was not near enough to ascertain the number of the taxi, which at once started downtown at a rapid rate of speed. Unfortunately, too, there was no other vehicle at hand.
It was hopeless for Patsy to attempt to follow, and, consequently, he did the only thing that was left for him to do—he ran to the subway terminal, two or three blocks away, and took a downtown train.
Twenty-five minutes later he alighted at the station nearest to Baldwin’s house and started on a sprint toward Fifth Avenue.
He hoped that the millionaire had been taken home, and when he arrived at his destination, he learned, to his great relief, that such was the case.
But the next piece of information he obtained gave him a shock that he was never to forget.
He was given to understand that Mr. Baldwin had arrived in a most alarming condition—and all alone.