Through the closed door of the taxicab, Patsy then shot a sharper look at the motionless woman. It did not prove more profitable than his more distant scrutiny. He could not see the face beneath the veil. He saw only that she was well dressed and appeared to be young, but he could not detect the slightest movement of her lax, apparently slumbering figure. "By Jove, I’m going deeper into this," he muttered, walking on more rapidly. "There must be something doing that the chief doesn’t even dream of, or Goulard’s former partner would not be spending all this time with Sadie Badger. It’s a hundred to one that he’s not here to see any one else. I’ll sink a pipe till I strike clear water, by gracious, if I sink it through to China." Crossing the avenue at some distance back of the taxicab, Patsy did not venture returning to the provision store in view of the chauffeur, but turned a near corner and then ran at top speed around the block, bringing him into the side street mentioned and to the door near the rear of the store. He had been absent so short a time that the clerk stared with surprise when he entered. "How in thunder did you reach this door so quickly, Garvan?" he asked. "I saw you across the avenue and heading uptown only a couple of minutes ago." "I chased myself around the block," replied Patsy, smiling a bit grimly. "Do you suspect something wrong?" "So strongly, Steel, that I want you to do me another favor. Yes, by Jove, I’m dead sure of it, now." Patsy had stepped toward the front of the store and glanced again at the suspected flat. He could see two persons looking out through the parted lace draperies. One was Sadie Badger, clad in a loose dressing gown, with her hair in disorder, as if she had hurriedly arisen from bed. The other was the man who had entered less than ten minutes before. He was pointing toward the motionless woman in the taxicab, and Sadie Badger was laughing and nodding significantly. All this convinced Patsy that there was something wrong, indeed; but what it was, being ignorant of what Frank Mantell was informing Nick at the very moment, he could not then conjecture. "What favor, Garvan?" asked the clerk, when Patsy quickly returned to the rear of the store. "Lend me your motor cycle." "For what?" "To follow that taxi," said Patsy. "I’m dead sure there is something doing. I cannot imagine what, but I’m determined to find out. You saw the old gentleman who entered that house. I know him quite well. He’s a very wealthy man, and it looks to me like a cinch that he’s in wrong in some way." "That settles it," Steel quickly declared. "Go ahead, Garvan, and take the wheel. You’re welcome to it." "May I borrow this leather jacket and the gaiters, also?" "Certainly. I have a leather cap in the office. Do you want that?" "Sure thing," nodded Patsy. "I’ll get after these people in disguise. Your garments will help to perfect it, and I’ll leave mine here till I return with the wheel."