“Certain. Now, then, what did she want?”
“Say, Chick,” exclaimed Patsy. “Hold on! Mr. Mountain has seen her in the makeup she had when she left Seventeenth Street.”
“That’s all right, Patsy, but she made a change on her way up here. Now, Mr. Mountain, what did she want?”
“Well, after telling me she was one of Nick Carter’s men, she asked if I had got my notice. I refused to say anything to her on the subject, and when she talked Nick Carter I told her, as Mr. Carter had instructed me, that I had nothing to do with him, and wanted to have nothing to do.
“He—that is, she, if it is a she—began to threaten me with Nick Carter’s power, but I wouldn’t have it. I stood pat on Mr. Carter’s instructions.”
“That is first-rate,” said Chick. “I see the game through and through. It was an effort to be satisfied whether or not Nick Carter is employed by you.”
“Well, then, she is satisfied that he is not, for I lied like a trooper.”
“Good! Now, then, you have got your notice?”
“Yes.”
“How?”