Patsy eyed his chief doubtfully. “It’s a risky1 business,” he warned him. “You’ll have to stay there for some time to keep up the bluff2, and Follansbee will probably visit Stone to-morrow. If the scoundrel should recognize you——”
“I’ll take that risk,” Nick put in; “but I don’t think he will. If I can’t make use of a disguise that will deceive him, I ought to go out of the business. It’s settled, anyway. I want you to accompany me to Miss Worth’s and see me safely deposited.”
“How long do you expect to stay there?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea. That will depend on circumstances. Perhaps I can get away after a day, but it may be a week, for all I know.” And he left the room.
Patsy nodded after the lithe3, upright figure. “I’ll give you twenty-four hours, chief,” he said to himself; “and if you’re not out of that place by that time, I’ll be hanged if I don’t come and get you.”
He turned to the desk, and, after consulting the telephone book, found the number of Miss Worth’s private hospital.
“Number two bed in Ward4 E will be reserved for your friend, Mr. Bainbridge,” Miss Worth informed him over the wire. Gerald Bainbridge was the name Patsy had given to Nick on the spur of the moment.
About nine o’clock that evening young Garvan, who was fidgeting about in the study, heard the door open softly. Some one entered the room. He knew that it was his chief, but he was forced to think that the disguise was one of the most successful Nick had ever attempted. He had dressed himself in a suit that was a size or two too large for him. The garments hung loosely on him, he stooped slightly, and it seemed as though his shoulders were much thinner and narrower than was actually the case. His cheeks looked hollow and his eyes had dark rings around them that seemed to indicate a weakened frame and long hours on a sick bed. A straggling beard, badly in need of trimming, covered his cheeks and chin. It was by no means an ordinary false one, but one of Nick’s own invention—of the kind used by him when the occasion called for extraordinary care against detection.
He knew that he would be in charge of a nurse, and that a commonplace disguise would not stand the close inspection5 he would be obliged to undergo. It would have taken a Nick Carter himself, however, to discover that that beard was artificial. It had been put on with a great deal of care, and the thin substance into which the hairs were embedded6 so closely resembled the human skin in hue7 and texture8 that it was almost impossible to tell where one began and the other left off. Ordinary washing would not effect it in the least, and yet it could be removed in fifteen minutes’ time—if one knew how. It was the same with the wig9.
He was leaning heavily on a stout10 walking stick, and caught the look of admiration11 in Patsy’s eyes.
“Well, will I do?” he asked.
His assistant drew a deep breath. “You’re the real thing,” was the enthusiastic comment. “I never saw you turn out anything better than that.”
A moment later Ida Jones, Nick’s beautiful woman assistant, entered the room. She, too, was to play a part in the sketch12 that had been so hastily staged. Nick waved one trembling hand toward her.
“For an old friend, my boy, you don’t seem to be on your job. Is it possible you don’t recognize ‘Mrs. Bainbridge?’”
Patsy looked bewildered for a moment, and then broke into a grin. “Mrs. Bainbridge, eh?” he queried13. “So you’ve taken a wife for the occasion, have you? Is she going with us?”
“Of course. She’s devoted14 to her husband, and it wouldn’t do, you know, for you to take me there alone. We’ll have to have a woman along to fuss over me and make the thing seem real.”
The young assistant’s grin broadened. “Well, I must say I admire your taste,” he remarked, with a wink15. “I could have told you long ago that Ida is just the girl for you.”
Miss Jones laughed. “None of that, Patsy,” she said laughingly. “If the chief ever comes to think of me as a girl, he’ll fire me as sure as fate.”
Nick looked at her admiringly. “I’m not quite as bad as that, Ida,” he said. “Give me credit, please, for knowing that you’re a girl, and a remarkably16 attractive one. But you’re a corking17 good detective, also, and I’m afraid that interests me more. No more nonsense now, you two. It’s time to go.”
A couple of travel-worn suit cases had been provided and packed. Catching18 these up, Patsy went off down the stairs, followed by Nick and the girl.
About half an hour later their machine—a hired taxi—halted at Miss Worth’s steps. Patsy and the girl jumped out and solicitously19 helped their companion to alight, while the chauffeur20 rang the bell. Miss Worth herself followed the servant to the door, and all concerned played their parts to perfection. Patsy was a rather officious, but tender-hearted friend. Ida Jones made a beautiful and devoted wife, while Nick assumed a querulous voice and a crotchety manner which went well with his apparent weakness.
“I don’t want any nurses fussing about me, except when it is absolutely necessary,” he declared. “I’ve had quite enough of nurses. I want just a quiet, peaceful time, you understand?”
Miss Worth assured him that he would have no cause to complain of overattention, and gave Mrs. Bainbridge a reassuring21 look behind his back.
Patsy was having all he could do to keep a straight face, and, indeed, when the others had left the reception room, he felt obliged to relax and indulge in a hearty22, though silent, laugh. In a moment he became serious enough, however, when he remembered Follansbee’s threats and the defenseless position in which his chief was placing himself.
Ida Jones had, of course, accompanied her “husband” to the room which he was to occupy. She had declared that she must see it, in order to be sure that he would be comfortable. Five minutes later, however, she returned to the waiting room, still escorted by Miss Worth, and, after leaving many parting injunctions, she accompanied Patsy out of the house.
“When the taxi starts, you must applaud, Patsy,” she whispered, as they crossed the veranda23. “I flatter myself that I did that fairly well.”
“You certainly did,” he answered. “You could give points to most wives—except mine.”
He was thinking of something else though—of Stephen Follansbee’s diabolical24 cleverness.
“Twenty-four hours is the most I’ll allow the chief,” he said, repeating his resolve. “If he isn’t out by that time—unless I know everything is all right—I’m going to stick a finger into the pie once more.”
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