“I’m dead sure of that,” nodded Nan. “I saw him over the baluster rail at two this morning, and also Patsy Garvan, as you call him. ’Twasn’t either of them who called this morning, and I don’t reckon he was a detective.” “Possibly not.” “I walked by the door three or four times, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying to the mistress. They sat too far from the door.” “Gee! the chief was right,” thought Patsy. “He’s never wrong, by Jove, as far as that goes.” “Oh, I know the Carters are on the case,” Floyd said moodily. “I got wise to that this afternoon.” “How was that, Stu?” inquired Hogan, removing his pipe. “I saw the gink Gammon is serving going down Madison Avenue in a taxi,” said Floyd. “Gammon thinks I ain’t wise to him, but I am. From what Gammon has told me, I reckoned the English gink was going to pump Carter, or pull off some kind of a bluff. So I hurried down and had a look through Carter’s front door.” “Gee! that’s news to me,” thought Patsy, with increasing interest. “I saw Carter himself on a couch in one of the rooms,” Floyd went on. “I piped him through a mirror in the hall. I’m not sure that he didn’t pipe me, as well.” “Was the English gazabo there?” questioned Hogan. “No,” said Floyd bluntly. “The taxi driver must have blundered and went too far south. All of a sudden I saw him coming up the avenue and I knew he was going to stop at the dick’s house.” “Thunder!” Lucy Devoll exclaimed. “What did you do?” “Bolted,” said Floyd grimly. “I made a quick get-away, you can bet on that. The gink went in there, and that’s all I waited to see. Gammon had an appointment with him at eight. He ought to show up pretty soon. Then we’ll know how the cat is going to jump.” “Do you think the dicks have got any line on me?” questioned Hogan apprehensively. “How can they have any line on you?” Floyd returned, with a growl. “You was in disguise and you had a rented limousine with a phony number. There’s no way that they can have picked up a line on you.” “Begad, I hope not.” “You stand well as a taxi driver,” Floyd added. “You’re as safe from suspicion as a preacher. That’s why I had the infernal live stock brought here.” “You’re right, mebbe.” “I know I’m right,” Floyd asserted confidently. “I can see where you’ll get the surprise of your life a little later,” said Patsy Garvan to himself. “But when do we get the coin? That’s what I want to know,” vouchsafed the Devoll girl, most expressively. “I’ve gone into this blindly, as Nan has, on your word, Floyd, and----” “Oh, I’ve got that all fixed,” Floyd interrupted. “That’s what Gammon is after to-night.” “Well, I hope he gets it.” “He knows I won’t turn down the man until I’m dead sure of the coin. I’m not taking that kind of a chance. The rest of the job cut no great ice and was easily done, but putting out a man’s light--that’s a different matter.” “I should say so,” frowned Lucy. “If the coin is ready for us----” “Easy!” “That must be Gammon.”