There he took a stand as if he was merely watching the passing show.
At once Patsy took in the situation. The men had gone to change their clothes, and Masson was waiting for them to return.
“I must follow them,” muttered Patsy. “To do so I must make a change, and I’ve got to make it quick.”
Near where he stood was a door which he thought led into the offices of the kennel club. He dodged through it to find he was correct in his surmise as well as to face the prominent banker.
“What now, Patsy?” asked the banker.
“Only a little makeup,” replied Patsy. “I think I’m on to something, and am going to try it.”
Much to the interest and amusement of the banker, he drew from his pocket a wig, which he slipped on, and a false mustache, using some color to change his face and eyebrows.
“Oh, for another coat and hat!” cried Patsy, casting longing eyes on those worn by the banker.
“I’ll swap with you, Patsy,” cried the banker, laughing heartily, as he threw off his coat.
The exchange was quickly made, and as Patsy dashed out, the banker, following, cried out: