“Whether it is a he or a she, or a gang, it is bold, audacious and skillful, working in a new way.”
“By the way, chief,” asked Patsy, “have you received another letter from the Brown Robin?”
“Yes; why do you ask?”
“Because this fellow I followed sent you one.”
Nick picked a letter from the table and handed it to Patsy. It read:
“My Dear Uncle: Really, you are much better than I supposed. It is worth while working against you. You’re not easy, but keep me at work. What a dance you gave me this morning. And your Patsy is a regular laloo. He ran me down and cornered me this morning. If he had dared to arrest me he would have done so, but he had no right to do that, so, of course, he didn’t. I slipped away from him only by accident. The above is only by the way. I write to say that you are not serving Papa Cary well. Drop him for his own sake. Even if you do stop him from giving me more, I’ll ruin him. That is my rule. His safety is in submitting to me.
“The Brown Robin.”
Patsy folded the letter, and handed it back to Nick, saying:
“He wrote another to the other.”
“Who?”
Patsy wrote the name of Alpheus Cary on a slip of paper, handing it to Nick.