Whatever Follansbee had done to Stone was an accomplished2 fact, and it was not likely that any more serious steps would be taken that night. Besides, St. Swithin’s Hospital was not an easy place to commit a crime, even though the criminal was at the head of it. If Follansbee meant to murder Stone, and had drugged him to get him into his power, the murder would probably be a slow and subtle one. In that case a few hours were unimportant.
Consequently Patsy made his way quietly to his own room without rousing Chick or leaving any word for him. He removed his make-up, slipped out of his ragged3 suit with a sigh of relief, and was asleep almost as soon as he touched the bed. He fully4 expected to be up again by half past seven at the latest, and counted on being called if he showed any tendency to oversleep. He did not realize, however, that he had had very little rest for several days, and that Nature would do her best to make up the shortage as soon as she had the chance. Nor did it occur to him that Chick, knowing that he had been doing double duty, might give orders not to have him called if he did not appear for breakfast on time.
The result was that when he awakened5, it was to discover that the sun was pouring into his room with a warmth and intensity6 which proved that the day was several hours old. He rose up in bed with a start and looked at the little clock on the table.
“Half past eleven!” he ejaculated, in amazement7. “Great Scott! I wouldn’t have had this happen for the world. Why the dickens didn’t I make a report of some sort last night before turning in? I might have known that I would sleep like a log, and that Chick might see I wasn’t disturbed.”
Without stopping to dress, he stuck his head out of the door and shouted Chick’s name at the top of his voice. The housekeeper8 heard him, and came bustling9 down the hall.
“Mr. Chick was called out of town this morning,” she said, greatly to the young assistant’s chagrin10.
“Where to?” he demanded.
“To Providence11.”
“To a hotel?”
“I’ll bring you the note he left for Mr. Carter.”
She hurried into the celebrated12 detective’s study and presently returned with a slip of paper. On it the chief assistant had explained his errand, and said that he hoped to be back by night, but would be running about most of the day. He added that he would try to keep in touch with the Sound Hotel, and could be reached there if he was wanted.
The information did not sound promising13, but Patsy was obliged to make the best of it. Putting on a bath robe and slippers14, he ran to the chief’s study and attempted to reach Chick on the long-distance telephone. As he had anticipated, he had not yet arrived at the hotel. He left a message asking that he be called as soon as possible; but after he had done so, he decided that he could not wait for that. There were too many uncertainties15, and the delay might prove serious.
“Confound it, this is a pretty mess,” he told himself. “I can’t be sure about Chick any more. I’ll have to ’fess up to the chief—if I can get hold of him.”
The housekeeper was once more summoned, and from her Patsy learned that the chief had not been there either the night before or that morning.
“He’s still at the Windermere, I suppose,” the housekeeper suggested.
“Let’s hope he is,” Patsy answered, and returned to the phone. He gave the number of the Hotel Windermere, and was promptly16 connected.
“Is Mr. Mortimer—Mr. Thomas Mortimer—there?” he inquired anxiously.
“One moment, please.”
He kept the receiver to his ear for a few seconds, and then the clerk’s voice sounded again.
“Hello?” it said. “Mr. Mortimer isn’t in at present. He went out with a friend immediately after breakfast. He’s been gone about two hours now.”
Patsy could have kicked himself at that moment. “Have you any idea where he has gone?”
“No, I haven’t. He went out with another of our guests, though, and——”
The assistant caught eagerly at that clew. “Was it Mr. Crawford?” he asked.
“Yes, that’s the gentleman. I’m sorry I can’t tell you more. Mr. Mortimer doesn’t seem to have left any word. Will you leave a message for him?”
Patsy thought for a moment. “No, I believe not,” he said, after a pause. “I’ll telephone later on, or drop around there.”
He replaced the receiver and leaned back disappointedly. “Worse and more of it,” he mused17. “First, Chick slips out of my reach, and now the chief is off somewhere. This is certainly my unlucky morning. Of course, Chick didn’t suppose I had anything of importance to report, and that’s why he let me sleep. Now time is flying. Follansbee has got Stone in his clutches for some beastly purpose of his own, and I don’t know what to do about it. It’s up to the chief to decide that, and I can’t reach him.”
He had not dictated18 a message for Carter because the matter was too confidential19 for that; besides, he expected to present himself at the hotel before long and wait for his chief, if the latter had not yet returned.
First, though, he must dress and snatch a bite of breakfast. His dressing20 and shaving occupied only about twenty minutes in all—with a cold plunge21 thrown in—and when he reached the dining room, he found the housekeeper waiting for him. His coming seemed to be a signal, for she vanished at once into the regions behind, but soon returned bearing a tray. Patsy was a favorite of hers, and she was doing him the honor of serving him in person.
“Mr. Chick said to let you sleep,” she declared, nodding her gray head. “Heaven only knows when you came in last night. I was awake until twelve.”
Patsy grinned. “You missed me by a minute or two,” he answered, as he attacked his breakfast.
His conscience was pricking22 him most uncomfortably, and although he was hungry, he would have eaten little if he had had his own way. The housekeeper stood over him, however, and saw to it that he made a good meal. The breakfast consumed fifteen minutes of his precious time, and even then the elderly lady sniffed23 as she picked up the tray.
“You oughtn’t to bolt your food like that, Mr. Garvan,” she complained. “You’ll be a martyr24 to indigestion before you’re forty. Don’t you think you might bite a thing twice before it goes down?”
She had gained her main point, however, and that was something. She returned to the kitchen, and Patsy hurried out of the house.
He had ordered one of Nick’s runabouts brought round, and in it he drove to the hotel.
“Mr. Mortimer” had not yet returned.
He said something under his breath, and decided not to wait. He was too uneasy by that time, for James Stone’s fate was troubling him. Accordingly he left word with the clerk for “Mr. Mortimer” to remain in when he came, if possible, until he could be communicated with. That done, he jumped into the runabout again and headed northward25 in the direction of St. Swithin’s Hospital.
It was well that he did so, for his luck was to change.
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