“Nothing; not a thing. Both come here now and then to lunch, or to buy wine. I have known the woman for a time, but not the man.” “Is either adjoining dining room vacant?” “Yes, both of them.” “I’ll go into the one on the right,” said Patsy, with a glance at the several closed doors. “Call that waiter away, so he’ll not be butting in there.” “You mean into your room?” “That’s what. Let him serve the couple, if they order anything, but you make sure that he doesn’t put them wise to me, or to anything else, or your license will go so high in the air you could not see it with the Lick telescope.” The proprietor actually turned pale, so impressive was Patsy, and he muttered quickly: “You leave it to me. I’ll fix the waiter, all right. Go ahead as soon as you please.” “Gee! I’ve got him well muzzled,” thought Patsy, now seeking the adjoining dining room. “He looks as if I already had put his place on the blink. He wouldn’t dare say his soul’s his own. Now, by Jove, I must get in unheard.” Patsy opened and closed the door noiselessly, entering the room. It was like that occupied by Cora Cavendish and her companion, but the plastered wall between the two rooms precluded playing the eavesdropper in that direction. Turning to the window, therefore, Patsy began to raise it by slow degrees until he could lean out cautiously. He then found that the other window was only four feet away, and through the opening, for it had been raised several inches for ventilation, he could hear the voices of the suspected couple. One object caught his eye, moreover, that alone served to confirm the theory Nick had formed. Cora Cavendish had taken a chair, but had drawn it away from the table. She was seated close to the open window. She had removed her long lavender gloves and her left arm was rested on the window sill, her fingers toying with the lace draperies. Between the filmy curtains Patsy caught sight of her hand and arm, bare nearly to the elbow. On the fleshy part of it, directly over one of the blueish veins, was nearly a square inch of pink court plaster. “By gracious, that clinches it!” thought Patsy. “The chief is right. That plaster covers the cut from which some blood was taken. Give us time, now, and we’ll surely deliver the goods.” In the meantime, with ears alert, he could hear Cora Cavendish saying a bit sharply, as if irritated: “I cannot be in two places at once, can I? Cut out your kicking and get down to business. I came here as soon as I could after doing the other job.” “Well, what’s the result?” demanded her companion curtly. “Did you see him?” “Gee! that’s Deland’s voice, all right,” thought Patsy. “He is not disguising it, now, and there’s no mistaking it.” “Sure I saw him,” said Cora, still snappishly. “What did he say?” “What you’ll not like to hear, Mortie, take it from me.” “Use my other name, you fool! I’m not looking for a free ride up the river.”