“I want to get this makeup off as soon as I can.”
“It’s a pity to take it off,” said Patsy. “It’s great.”
“Boys,” said the elderly gentleman, “that woman is the Brown Robin.”
“The devil!” exclaimed Patsy.
“I am the only detective, or police officer, that has ever spoken to the Brown Robin, knowing it to be her. I have her measure.”
“Why didn’t you nab her, then, chief?” asked Chick.
“Because she has worked the Cary matter so skillfully that I could not convict her. I want to get her foul on the Mountain case. But the Brown Robin is a woman.”
“Then who the devil is Harold Stanton?” asked Patsy.
“I’ll tell you that later. There are others, and we must capture them. But come with me.”
They hurried to a neighboring hotel, where the Alpheus Cary who had dined with the Brown Robin quickly came out as Nick Carter, the famous detective.