He gave a hasty glance at the bureau. On it was a lot of paint and cosmetic; several false beards, mustaches and wigs.
“I’ve got this for a certainty.”
He bounded out of the room, going hurriedly into every part of the house. It was empty; not a soul in it.
He went to the front door, and as he did so he heard some one on the outside.
He darted into the parlor and not a moment too soon, for some one entered and hastily ran upstairs in the dark.
Quick as a flash and as a light shone forth on the second floor, Chick slipped out of the front doors and down the steps.
Reaching the sidewalk, he sounded a low whistle.
Promptly came the response; Chick bounded in its direction.
Patsy appeared from under a stoop; Chick went to him.
“Who went into that house?” he asked.