As the end was reached, Patsy hurried forward, and, getting close to this person, kept him in sight until he met an acquaintance.
“Who is that person?” asked Patsy, pointing out the man he had been following.
“Don’t know,” replied the one he accosted. “There’s Herrick over there. He knows everybody, and if you want to know badly I’ll find out for you.”
“Do,” said Patsy. “And hurry!”
Patsy’s acquaintance hurried off and came back in a moment, saying:
“The man’s name is Eric Masson.”
Though Patsy was rather expecting that reply, yet when he received it, it was with a sort of a shock.
However, firmly fixing in his memory the features of the man Masson by a close inspection of them, he hurried back to the part of the building where he had left the attendants.
They were still in the places where they had stood when Masson came to them and passed to them the mysterious something.
He made a wide circle so that he could come in front of them to observe their faces.