“The same one who came out. He came back all of a sudden, as if he had just thought of something, nearly catching me. Who came out just now?”
“I did.”
“The devil!”
“Yes; I’ve been through the house. There wasn’t a soul in it.”
“But the woman who went in?”
“Patsy, I’ve tumbled to a big thing. The woman who went in and the man who came out are the same person. But hurry off, Patsy, rig up and find my trail. There’s business on hand.”
Patsy dashed away and was hardly out of sight, when Chick saw the young man come from the house and hurriedly pass up Seventeenth Street.
Chick was after him quickly, a piece of red chalk in his hand. The lineman had disappeared.
CHAPTER VIII.
A DEEP GAME.
For some time, as a matter of convenience for making changes and as a meeting place for himself and aids, Nick had maintained a room in the hotel where, in the late afternoon of the day in which these events took place, he had taken off his makeup as Mr. Cary.