“DEAR CHIEF: I have been having a mischief of a time trying to locate you. I am bursting with information about Stone and Follansbee, but have decided not to run the risk of spoiling your play by following you to the latter’s house. Stone has been removed from St. Swithin’s Hospital to Miss Worth’s private hospital for convalescents, on Flatbush Avenue. I saw him when he was put into the ambulance. He looked considerably the worse for wear, but was walking—with assistance. I’m going over to Brooklyn now to murder a little more time while waiting for you. For the love of Mike stay put this time until I can get back! P.G.” Young Garvan had already put one car out of commission that day, and did not know where it was, although he assumed that it was in the hands of the police—if there was anything left of it. That was only an incident in the day’s work, however, and he promptly sent for another of the detective’s machines. In it he hurried downtown across the Manhattan Bridge, and sped up Flatbush Avenue. He had learned so much that he hoped to pick up some more information. Nick might know something about Miss Worth’s hospital, but he did not, and he wished to supply that deficiency if he could. This time he had brought the detective’s chauffeur along with him, and he remained with the car when Patsy left it a block or two from his destination. It was an easy matter to find the private hospital, although the small brass plate affixed to one of the big gate posts was the only outward evidence that the building was more than a private residence. It was a large, old-fashioned house, with broad verandas, standing some distance back from the street, in the midst of extensive grounds. A driveway led up to the spacious entrance, and in this drive, just in front of the door, stood a handsome motor vehicle. Patsy’s experiences of the night before had familiarized with just such a car, and his nerves tingled as he caught sight of it. “Follansbee’s own machine, as I’m a living sinner,” he thought, with a start. “The last time I saw that was when the doctor brought Stone home with him in the small hours of the morning. This is interesting, to say the least. That rascal hasn’t lost much time before paying a visit to his ‘patient’ in the latter’s surroundings.” The sight of the car changed his plans. He had intended to pay a visit to the private hospital at once, but now he decided to delay until Follansbee had left.