At Fortieth Street he got out and walked back to the theatre, taking off the strip of cloth which had been fastened by a pin, as he entered, placing it in his pocket.
As he entered the lobby, a man in ordinary clothes passed out, making a signal to Patsy.
Even before Patsy saw the signal he had recognized Chick, though he was disguised by a false mustache and wig.
He followed Chick out, and when he came up, Chick said:
“My man, who is a woman—the Brown Robin—is in there, looking at the play. The second act is on.
“Mountain is in there, too. The Brown Robin talked with Mountain after the first act. What was said between them I don’t know, but whatever it was, the Brown Robin asked something from Mountain which he refused to give or do.
“I couldn’t get to him before he went back to his seat.”
“Catch him after this act,” said Patsy.
“That’s what I want to do,” said Chick, “and I have been thinking it over and how to do it. You see, if we talk with Mountain in the open, the Brown Robin will drop, and that is what we don’t want.
“Say, Patsy, you know the manager, don’t you?”