“Come, Chick, Ida wants rest after her rough experience, and you and I have got to size up something. Come with me.”
CHAPTER XX.
PATSY’S TRIUMPH.
While these events were transpiring in Philadelphia Patsy was endeavoring to set out as a yachtsman.
Chick said that Patsy was like a cat, since he always fell on his feet, no matter how you threw him.
Leaving Nick and Chick starting for their Philadelphia trip, he wandered over to Broadway and from caprice turned into the hotel café where he had left the man who had brought to Masson the news of the change in the arrangements for the funeral of Ethel Romney.
Rather to his surprise than otherwise, he found this man drinking with acquaintances.
Among them was one with whom Patsy was slightly acquainted.
This man knew Patsy had some connection with Nick Carter, but how much he knew Patsy could not tell.
As Patsy was standing near the bar, this man looked up and recognized the lad.
He arose from his seat and crossed to where Patsy was standing, addressing the young detective rather familiarly.