The Bradys and the opium dens; or, Trapping the crooks of Chinatown


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The Bradys and the opium dens; or, Trapping the crooks of Chinatown

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The Bradys and the opium dens; or, Trapping the crooks of Chinatown
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oLo ANn YouNG KtNG BRADY, DrrEcrtvEs. Price 5 Cents .tust as Old Brady and his supposed female escort were passing the laundry, sam Wah rushed out, and, grasping Old King Brady by the arm, exclaimed, "Stepee inside, have something to showee you."

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,. "' 'I'll "'-....... (,: .... ..,._ WJ\RD WA.LKER.J92 WCONCBESS ST SE GE. AND y ouNu-KTNG' .. BRADY, DETECTIVES. Issued Weekly-By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at the New York, N. Y., Post Otrtce, Ma1ch 1, 1899. Ente r e d acco1ding to Act of Congn> ss, in the year 1900, in the otrice ot the Librarian ot Congress, Washington, D. 0., by Frank Tousey, 24 Union Square, New York. NEW YORK. FEBRUARY 16. 1900. P ric e 5 Cen ts. he Bradys and the Opium D ns; OR, Trapping the Crooks of Chinatown. A DARK DETECTIVE STORY. BY A NEW YORK DETECTIVE. CHAPTER I. THE MISSING MAN. H is a very strange case," said the chief of the Secret as h e leaned back in his chai r and drummed with his upon the desk. will admit that," said Old King Brady, with a low ; ''but yet it is not without many parallels. Ev e ry day drop from sight in this great city of New York and heard from again." Very true," agreed the chief. "But a man of the promi and standing of Jonathan Sma ll in his own country of Bu shville does not drop from sight voluntarily as a thing." But it is the unu s ual tha t is happening every day all t us," said Old King Brady. disappearance is certainly unusual." yet not altogether to be wonder e d at." do you mean?" i s to me a lit era l wonder that there are not more s uch cm><1-ran.nac you exp l a in ?" ith pleasure," ag reed the old detective. "Here i s the Every incoming train brings a l egion of our country some on business and some on pleasure intent. very man from the rural districts, as soon as he strikes York, seems to lose his identity as a man of sound sense His con ceptions of metropolitan life and are g r eatly at variance with the real facts. home h e refuses to be deceived by the keenest of ; but onc e in New York, b e flings prudence and vir tue to the winds, and as a result is an easy victim of sharp ers and thugs. He runs the gauntlet of the dens of vice-with a sang froid and a recklessness which even the most hard ened Tenderloiner will hardly essay. "The result fo1lows swiftly: He is cheated and 'fleeced and swindled, and sometimes murdered In other words, he will do things in New York which at home he would never dream of doing. "Now the metropolis offers every possible warning. 1t has the most splendid detective system in the world. The daily n e w s pap e rs present such examp les in their columns of th e effects of vicious living in New York, that you would think the country man would be warned by them But they ar e as foolish as a cow on a railroad track and fully as obdu mte." The chief lean e d back in his chair and laughed. "Well, I n e ver took that view of it, Brady," he declared. "But I can see that you are right." "I speak from obse rvation." "Your theory is sound So you think that Mr. Small has fallen a victim to the crooks of Gotham?" "In no other way can I see any explanation of his disappearance." "But what do you think has become of him?" Old King Brady gave a deprecatory shrug "That is one of the mysteries of the city," he replied. "You must bear in mind that he was one of the chu rch deacons in Bushville and strict in his morals." "Humph! that makes no difference." "Do you believe that he would forsake his principles S() far as to indulge in dissipation in the slums?"

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THE BRADYS AND THE OPIUM DENS. "Men will do queer things as well as women," said Old Xing Brady. "I recall one case of a full-fledg e d Baptist clergyman who was found in a den of gamblers one night bv a memb e r of his congregation. He was from the Wes t deemed himself absolutely safe. He put up the valid excuse that he was seeking converts. Rather a novel way of .doing missionary work, but he passed all right." "Was not that rather an unusual case?" "Yes. I am glad to say that it was more than unusualit was an isolated case," replied Old King Brady. "Well," said the chief, succinctly, "this is the case: A wealthy r esi t $f Bu s hville came down to New York a week ago td some business. He was registered at the Hotel. civery myste riously he disappeared. Not a clt!W to his whereabouts can be found. His rela tives called here yester day. They propose offering a reward of fifty thousand dol lars for his body, dead or alive." "Tell them not to do it," cried the old detective. ":What do you mean?" They must not do it." The chief was surprised. "Why not?" he asked. "Ask me for no reason just yet," said the old detective. "Simply oLljge me by telling them to offer no reward. I will endeavor to find the missing man." "Then you are interest e d in the case?" cried the chief, e agerly. .r "Yes, very much indeed. B e assured my partner and I w ill do all in our power to solve the mystery." "That is enough," cried the chief, with delight. "I know that if anybody can solve this case it is Old King Brady. I wish you success." "Thank you I sha ll try." Old King Brady arose and started for the door. He was a man of few words and terse methods. All o'er the country his name and fame were known. For many years he had figur ed in the criminal y ircles of New York as a most astute and clever s leuth. All hi s life he had worked out his cases alone, and trusted to hi s 0\m deductions and ski ll. Of late, however, h e had formed the acquaintc.nce of a :younger detective, whose nam e was also Brady, though he was no blood relation. R:ury Brauy was a promi s ing young detective. As;;oeiation with Old King Brady had bee n largely to h1s advantage. He had gained many points and was rising rapidly to such profici e ncy as would one day make him a worthy suc cesso r of Old King Rrady. As thev were seen together so much, they were soon h.Jlown :as Old Young King Brady. They were a pair of keen leuths. Old King Brady left the office of the chief of the Secret Service. He had possessed himself of all the details of the missing man mystery. The old detective had already formed his theories, though he said nothing about them to the chief. How accurate were the incidents of this story will divulge. When he reached the street the old detective boarded up-town car. He alighted at Twenty-third street and entered the Avenue Hotel. He applied at the desk for certain information. "May I see the night register of one week ago?" he The clerk complied. Old King Brady ran his eye down the page. the entry: "Jonathan Small, Bus hville, N.Y." "When did Mr. Small leave?" he asked of the clerk. "He was here two !lays, and his baggage is here yet," plied the clerk. "Ah! May I have the privilege of looking .at his : gage?" "Are you a friend?" asked the clerk. "I am a Secret Service man." Old King Brady showed his star. "Ah, yes," agreed the clerk, politely. room. Front?" 1 A b e ll boy r espo nded. "It is in the "Take this gentleman to the storeroom and these pieces of lu ggage," and he gave the boy two checks. Old KinaBradv followed the bell boy to the store room. h Here the ol:d detective found that the missing man's fects consisted of an umbr ella, a. traveling-bag and a coat. The traveling-bag had been opened, and contained a cellaneous array of articles of very little consequence, so as a clew was concerned. They were articles of toilet and wearing apparel. Detectives had already examined these without suit Old King Brady's efforts only met with the same He did not linger in the storeroom. When he returned through the office, l1owever, the signaled him. "I know you by sight," he said "Arc you not Old Brady?" "I am so called," replied the detective. "Well, p e rhaps this might be of value to you It is a ter which was left in the office by the carrier short ly l\fr. Small's disappearance." "A letter?" Old King Brady took the missive eager l y. He studird the postmark and the chirography very He saw that it was a curious foreign hand and that postmark was New York city. "A local letter," he said, meditatively. value." As he turned it over in his hand he noticed tha,t the was only imperfectly made. "Look here." he said to the clerk, "I am going to this in your p;csence. It may afford a clew." "All right," agreed the clerk. Old King Brady completed the breaking of the seal.

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I THE BRADYS AND THE OPIUM DENS. The envelope contained only a slip of notepaper. On it t s written: I start for the land of dreams to-night at e l even. If you not already started to keep the appointment upon r e of1this, do not fai l to come. I sha ll await you and we journey together to the land of delirious delight, of ecrepose and voluptuous enjoyments You know the B e on hand. From the Prince of Pleas ure." King Brady r ead this strange epistle several times. clerk did the same should think some lunatic wrote it," declared the clerk. No," said Old King Brady, shaking his head, "not ho, then?" ( The person who wrote this l etter was sane. P o me a W.f>.at ?" Do not mention the existenoo .?f tliis l et ter to any living I will r espect yonr wish, certainly," replied the clerk. you consider it a clew?" e said Old King Brady. OHAPTERIL TilE OPIUM: DENS. King Brady l eft the hot el. the street he hailed a cab. ve me to No. Fourteenth street," he commanded. by whipped up his horse. Broadway dashed the hansom and turned into th street. the entrance of one of the large dry-goods stores Brady alighted. glanced about warily, and as h e did so a well-built with a blonde beard made him a scarcely perceptib l e "One of the country bumpkins who always give the polic e so much trouble righting thei r wrongs?" "No, a man of standing and wealth, who, I fear, has been led astray Young King Brady looked s urprised. "By what method?" "Read that." Old King Brady handed him the l ette r. Harry. r ead it slowly. "A decoy!" he said "Well, yes. in one sense." "What does it all mean?" "Don't you see?" o; I don't understand that reference to delirious de light. Oh, I see!" The young caught the inspiration in an instanL He looked straight in the old detective's eyes and spoke one word: "Opium!" .... Old Kin g Brady nodded. "There you are," he said. The two detectives were silent for a time. Then Young: Kin g Brady said: '<.' "It i s a good to take a trip through those opium. dens." "It is in our way to do so now," sai d Old King Brady. "Then we are to go to work on this case?" "Yes "Very good. I am r eady. "There is one difficulty. We are absolutely without clew beyond this letter." "The letter estab li shes much." "Yes, but not the identity of the sender." Old King Brady studied the epistle. The n he said: "Deduction i s in order now. L et us begin at the bottom.'" "Yes," agreed Harry. "In the :first place, Jl.f r. Jonathan Small of Bu s h ville comes down to New York." "Yes." "He goes to the Fifth Avenue Hotel." "Just so." "While at that hostelry we will assume that he falls in. with some new acquaintance "Exactly." old d etect ive walked around the corner into Sixth "Of course it is possible that he met the acquaintance outblocks b elow the man with the blonde beard overtook side the hotel, or he may have known him long, a'nd h e may have come to New York for the purpose of seeing him." "Just so," agreed Harry. "In any event, there is a friend or acquaintance in ell, partner, what is up?" he asked as h e came alongis hot work ahead us, Harry Brady," said the case. \Ve will assume that the a cquaintance is an opium flend." ve. King Brady, for h e it was, gave a start. "Yes." you mean it?" he exclaimed. "Something a little "Now he bas made an appointment with Mr. Small at an. tracking shoplifters?" opium den. This l ette r proves that. They are to meet yes." ther e." is it?" "That looks plausible." haYe read in the newspapers of the my ster ious "It shows that Mr Small has had experiynce with opiu m ce of Jonatha n Small from Bushville ?" before. The tone of the letter also shows that he was go

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THE BRADYS AND THE OPrL\f DENS. to keep the appointment for the purpose of hitting the pipe." "Which is very plain." "Now rwe have two questions to settle: Who was the acquaintance and where is the den?" "Just so." "It may be one of dozens in the part of New York known as Chinatown." "It can hardly be elsewhere." "No. Now we have these reasonable conclusions. Now, I have one more assumption." Young King Brady had made a note of all this. He looked up inquiringly. "What is it?" he asked. "The writer of this note is a foreigner. The chirography shows the German school. Yet he may be French, or even Italian. He is certainly a foreigner." "In that said Harry, "lte will be easier to trace." "Yes," said Old King Brady, reflectively. "Let us go back to the hotel." Harry was surprised "'Vhat for?" he asked. "I will tell you when we get there." Back to the Fifth Avenue Hotel went the two detectives. Once more Old King Brady asked the clerk for the register. He carefully scanned the list of arrivals of that day. He then looked over those of the day before. This resulted in a discovery. On the page of the register lle found a name which attracted his attention. Thus it read: "COUNT PAOLO BARETTI, "Milan, Italy." "Ah !" said the old detective in a low tone. "He is an Italian." Harry looked surprised. "How are you so sure of him?" he asked. "Why not? He is the only foreigner entered on this reg ister within the space of time Small was here." Then he caught the ear of the cleric "Do you recall the appearance of the man who signed this name?" asked Old King Brady. "Indeed, yes," agreed the clerk. "Count Baretti. Tall .and dark, with a long mustache and pointed whiskers." "Did he appear to be a man of means?" "Well, perhaps so. Yet I recall a certain shabbiness in his dress." "He is not here now?" "No; as you see, he went away on the twenty-fifth. He was only here two days." "Can you tell me if in that time he was at all in the company of Mr. Small of Bush ville?" "Small!" repeated the clerk. "Ah! now I recall. The country merchant and the Italian count were much together. Yes, I saw them several times in each other's society." "You don't know where Count Baretti went?" "No,'' replied the clerk. "He brought no trunk, only a steamer case." The detectives walked out of the hotel well satisfied. Step by step they saw the case unfolding before them. The haze was lifting very rapidly and very effectually. But the question now was, where had Small gone? Where was the opium den into which he had been and where the detectives now expected to find him? The Bradys could see only one plan, and this was to once pay a visit to the dens of Chinatown. In some one of them they might find the man they He might be even now under the influence of the ful drug, and perhaps personally unwilling to leave the It did not take the detectives long to act. They instantly boarded a down-town car for China They alighted in the lower Bowery and made their way Pell street. They had shrewdly donned a clever disguise which it hard to penetrate. They were good examples of looking for a good time. They walked into M:ott street and paused before the of a laundry. On the door was emblazoned the name: "CHINN LING. "Chinese Laundry." Old King Brady opened the door and walked in. Harry followed. The two detectives were instantly keen objects of scrutiny on the part of a couple of -:l\f ians who were ejecting spray from their mo. uths upon linen they were ironing. "Ah! muchee wellycome, Melican man," said one of with a smile. "W ashee shirtee allee samee ?". "Naw !"said Old King Brady in a suggestive way. don't want no shirt washed. We want to hit the pipe." Chinn Ling came nearer and fixed his slant eyes on detective. He shook his head slowly. "No hittee pipe here," he said. "Mebbe pleeceman lockee up. Slee ?" "Aw, come off!" said Harry. "What do ye take us Don't you see we're onto our job?" Chinn Ling looked critically at the two visitors. Then he spoke in Chinese to his companions The was speedy "Allee light," he said. "Melican man allee light dlis way." The detectives followed the Celestials through an door. Here stairs led down into darkness. Chinn Ling made a queer vocal signal. It was from below. Then light flashed up the stairway. The detectives saw a wicket door below and a yellow at the wicket. They descended and the door opened. came to their nostrils from beyond. They passed into a little corridor. Here they purchased pipes and little jars of opium Chinese keeper. Then they made their way to an inner room, and hung with Chinese tapestry.

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THE BRADYS AND THE OPl U::\1: DENS. 'here were bunks against the sides of the den, and m e lay men and women in a beastly state of stupor. orne were dreaming in that delirium which sooner or r must end in death. thers were just about beginning, and one or two were ving from the intoxicating trance induced by the drug. he detectives carefully noted the faces of all in the den. hey saw none, however, answering the description of e they sought. hey pretended to indulge in the opium to a slight exut as soon as they dared they made an exit from the e and reached the open air. Whew!" exclaimed Harry. "This will be the death d efore we can get through. Only think of the experi s oefore us." I can see no other way," said Old King Brady, "unless do you see that man across the street?" oth detectives stared at a dark man with pointed mus e and goatee who had ;just come out of a Chinese house. It is Baretti !" said Old King Brady. CHAPTER III. A NEW PHASE OF THE CASE. oth Old and Young King Brady were instantly attracty the Italian count across the street. either had ever seen him before. ut from the description given Old King Brady was ready thaJt he was no other than Baretti. ld King Brady quickly noted the house from which Baemerged. ben the detectives proceeded to .follow the Italian. e walked out to the Bowery. ere he took an up-town car. The detectives also board-be Italian looked serene and composed. In fact he was last person in the world to be selected as an abductor a swindler ut that he was such the detectives seemed to feel sure. f course the detectives wondered much where he was g and what was his errand. bey, however, took care to keep well out of his sight on 'orward platform of the car. c Fourteenth street Baretti alighted. e walked along until he reached the entrance to the lemy Billiard Parlors. Then he entered the place. lle detectives leisurely sauntered in behind the count. uetti strolled to the far end of the room and sat clown chair. Some men were playing pool at a table close by. lle Italian lit a cigar and seemed to give himself up to a of the game. iVhat is up?" whispered Harry. [t looks like an appointment," said Old King Brady. \n appointment?" "Yes." "With whom?" "We shall see." "Then you think Baretti has accomplices?" asked Harry. "Anything is possible. Straws show which way the wind blows. At present we arc obliged to rely upon the evidence of straws." The two Bradys, to avoid exciting the suspicion of their bird, now called for a table and indulged in a game of 'bil liards. For three-quarters of an hour Baretti sat leisurely in his chair, smoking, and watched them play. Then suddenly the long-looked-for development transpired. Old King Brady's theory was verified. Into the place carne a man of pecnliar appearance. He was short and thick-set and dressed in shabby clothes. But his features were of an unusual cast. His face had the queer appearance of being broader than it was long. His nose was low at the bridge and his eyes small and ferret-like, his chin sharp and projecting, and his fore head broad and bulging. He recognized the count, who at once sprang up and in a voice audible to the detectives exclaimed: "Ah! Uriah Swift, you have come. I have waited long for you." "I was detained, Baretti," said Swift in an oily voice. "But I am here now and ready for business." "I am glad to hear that." Then the two arch villains, for such the detectives believed them to be, walked out of the place Harry speedily followed them, while Old King Brady paid the bill. The detectives shadowed theiJ.' birds along Fourteenth street to Broadway Here the two villains entered a Central Park car The detectives got on the front platform. They were not noticed by the villains, who were engaged in earnest con versation. At Fifty-ninth street all left the car. Swift and the count crossed the street and entered the park. The Bradys shadowed them skillfully, wondering what all this meant. Into by-paths the two plotters, for such the detectives be lieved they were, made their way. After some time they reached a little arbor back of a huge ledge and near a roadway Here they sat down. The detectives cautiously crept around to the summit of the ledge, and from whence every word uttered came readily to their ears. And what they heard was a revelation. Swift was speaking: "I think the relatives will pay a big ransom for the old man," he declared. "It WOl11d be my advice to accept it." "And mine also," declared Baretti. ''But it's of no use to talk to Andrew Emerson on that score "He is a fool!" "So I think."

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6 THE BRADYS AND THE OPIUM DENS. "Women are all right enough in their place, but there is no use in making a fool of one's self over them." "Just so." I "Now here is a chance to make a heap of money. We can get a good sum for the safe return of the old man." "Of course." "I say, take it, and let the girl alone." "Emerson won't agree to it. He is dead in love with the girl." "She won't marry him." "No, but his game is to decoy her into Sam Wah's place and dose her with opium. He believes that in that way he can bring her to terms." "Well, h e' ll burn his fingers, and you can bet he will." "Of course he will." "I'll propose that we take our share of the money and let him go along with his game. I'm out of it." "The same here." The detectives had li stened to all this with thrilling in terest. The conclusions to be gained were easy eno u g h to under stand. There was a female in the case. From what the d etectives had gathered, she was the daughter of the missing man, and that one Andrew Emerson was conspiring in her abduction. Their whole being revolted at the thought of anything so villainous. But they did not precipitate matters as yet by attempting the arrest of Swift and Bar etti "By fooling with this girl. \Yhat do you want to risk your neck for h e r for? I tell you there's no luck in it!" Emerson's face clouded. His eyes gleamed with a sulleJI li g ht. "I b e lieve I know my business," h e said stiffiy. "As long as you get your share you can't kick." "What is our share?" "The money." "And you?" "I'll take the girl." "Well," said Baretti, with better grace, "I can't say tha I admire your taste, but I am sure we are getting the 00' end of the bargain. \V e will stand." "Then l et that end the croaking." "It does." "Now to business. How is the bird?" "All safe." "Have you just come from there?" "Yes." "You think Sam Wah can be trusted?" "Yes." "All right. Now I have to tell you that all plans are lai; for the safe transportation of the girl to the city. No on s u spects the job." "Well, everything is all ready below." "By the way, I hav e heard a r eport. "Ah! What is it?" "Two noted detectives are on our track." "The Bradys !" "Old and Young King Brady?" gasped Baretti. "Par dieu! -that is bad. We shall have to watch our.selves." The time had not yet arrived for action so summary. They "Bah!" said Emerson, with a cruel smile. "I have hear believed that more would be gained by waiting and watcha good deal about the Bradys. Some people are mortall ing. afraid of them." So they held their place on the ledge. Suddenly the sound of footsteps was heard. Then a man came along the walk to the arbor. He was tall and well dressed and bore the stamp of a man of the world. Instantly Baretti and Swift leaped up. Their manner changed. "Hello, Emerson!'' cried Swift. "You are behind time." The detectives focussed their gaze upon Emerson. "Am I?" he exclaimed, with a grin. "Have I kept you waiting?" "We have been here nearly twenty minutes," declared Baretti, "and my time, as you know, is valuable." "Ah! Well, I am sorr:v," said Emerson. "But to tell you the truth, I have been a busy man." "What have you been busy about?" "Trapping the dove." Both Baretti :md Swift exchanged glances. "Well, I think you're a fool, Andy," said Swift, slowly. "What do you mean?" "There's plenty of money for us in this job. To risk los ing it is folly." "Am I taking such a risk?" "Yes." "How?" "They always succeed." "Well, curse them, l et this be their Waterloo then! The. are up against a hard gang." Baretti and Swift applat1ded this. "You are right they arc!" cried the Italian. "It will worth a victor's crown to the man who trips them up for ever. Men in our line will feel safer." ''Well, it is our fault if we do not do so." "Death to the Bradys !" 'rhe detectives exchanged glances and smiled. It was certain that this blood-curdling declaration did no frighten them in the least. "Well," said Baretti, finally, "1'11 tell &m Wah tlie that you are all ready to bring the girl in." "Yes-perhaps to-night." "As soon as that?" "I think so. I may as well tell you the truth. She is al r eady in the outskirts of the city I have only to take he down to the den." "Whew!" cried Baretti. "You are immediate in you methods, Emerson. You don't mean to take any chances.' "You bet I don't! I'm up for a winner. Hello!" A bit of gtave l inadvertently started by Harry leaning to far over the verge rattled down and struck the ground at th villain's feet ._ ________________________ __________________________

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THE BRADYS THE OPIUM DENS. 7 He glanced up. The Bradys tried to shr ink back. But they were too late. Seeing that they were disc:>vered, Old King Brady threw ff the mask and made quick and startling action. CHAPTER IV. IN CHINATOWN. Pen can hardly depict the sheer amazement of the trio of illains as they looked up and saw the detectives above them. ".1 er icho gasped Emerson. "We are betrayed "The Bradys !"gasped Swift. "I told you so!" "Stand your ground!" cried Old King Brady in trumpet ones. "The man who moves dies!" Scatter yelled Baretti. "Lay 'em out!" screarped Emerson. What followed was swift and extremely confusing. Down leaped the Bradys. They struck the ground right in the mid s t of the villains hen there ensued a struggle which baffies description. Uriah Swift, who was always a coward, dashed away down he path. As Old King Brady struck the ground he stumbled and early fell. Baretti struck him a terrific blow on the head, whi c h ni g h ook away his senses For a few moments he was too dizzy o arise. From afar two park policemen had seen the affair an
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8 THE BRADYS AND THE OPIUM DENS. "Allee light! Go rightee in!" He opened a door which led down stairs to a door below. As in Chin Ling's place, a signal was given. And the detectives entered the opium den in the same manner. They called for pipes and opium of the attendant and then crept into their berths. There were a number of devotees of the drug in the place. As soon as practicable, the detectives crept out of their bunks and made a search of the place. But not a trace of the m&n they w'ere looking for cou_ld be found. He was not in the den. The detectives were a little disappointed, though by no means assured that he was not at least in hiding somewhere near. They crept aboyt the place, very cautiously examining the floor and the walls. The drug-soaked dreamers in the bunks paid no attention to them. The attendants were outside. "It is queer," whispered Harry. "There is no doubt but that he was brought here." "Very true, but they have got the start of us." "You think they have taken him away?" "I see no other explanation." The detectives looked in vain for another connecting room. But there was no evidence of such. Suddenly the door was heard to open at the end of the passage. A familiar voice came floating down the passage. The de tectives knew that Andrew Emerson was the owner. "I don't know whether it is safe to bring her here or not, Sam," he said. "The cursed detectives are hot on our trail." "Me foolee dem allee light," declared the Chinaman. Then their voices died out suddenly They did not enter the opium den. But where had they gone? The detectives were startled To them one thing seemed plain. This was not the only chamber of Sam Wah's den. There was another. But where was it? Under a whisper the detectives discussed the question. How were they to discover it and how enter it? "I believe it would pay to make one big haul," said Harry. "We can surround the place with officers and then it will be impo ssible for them to escape or conceal the prisoner." "It would seem so," said Old King Brady. "And yet, if we did not succeed, we would be all at sea. At present we are on the trail. I believe it is better to lull them into se curity." Just at this moment a creaking sound was heard. Then the voices again came to the ears of the detectives. "It's queer they haven't descended on your place yet, Sam." It was Emerson who spoKe. "Yep! Mebbe dey don't kno..w," said the Chinaman. "Ah! that may be," declared Emerson with apparent conviction. "In that case, we are all right. If those skunks of. detectives didn't overhear all we said in the park, we are safe." "Me tinkee so. Me :foolee !" "Yes, I believe you can fool them, and I think it is all safe. If no descent is made on this place to-night, I shall know that everything is all right." Then a door creaked and the voices died away. The detectives were on the qui vive. There was no longer doubt in their minds that the im prisoned man wasin the vicinity. It did not hike them long to decide upon a plan of ac tion. It was apparent to both that something desperate must be done, and at once. They waited some time in the den. Then they crept softly into the passage which led to the attendant's position by the wicket door. The fellow sat with his hack turned to the den. The Bradys exchanged signals and crept nearer to him. Old King Brady paused for a moment. Then he made a dash forward. Swiftly and silently he descende{l upon the unsuspecting Celestial. Before the Chinaman could move or cry out, the detec tive's fingers closed about his windpipe. The success of the attack was the result o:f its nnexpectedness. In a jiffy doorkeeper was on his back and helpless. Harry thrust a gag into his mouth and this silenced him effectually. Then his arms and legs were bound. They carried him into the den and put him into one of the bunks. The coast was clear. The detectives lost no time. With his dark-lantern Old King Brady proceeded to ex amine the door. For a long time the detectives searched in vain. Then a sharp whisper from Harry annou;r<,:ed that he had made a discovery. CHAPTER V. IN A TRAP. "What is it, Harry?" asked Old King Brady. "There is a section of the partition here which has bee sawed," he said. "I think I can see hinges." "Ah! Press upon it." The young detective ran his fingers carefully surface of the partition. Suddenly they encountered a small object. He gave chuckle. "I have it!" he whispered. "W"hat ?" "Press the button and so forth. Here goes!" The young detective pressed the button.

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THE BRADYS AND THE OPIUM DENS. 9 The next moment he wished he hadn't. The result was unexpected. '!'here was the booming of a gong and in an instant lights were out. The thumping of feet was heard overhead. The detectives were in utter darkness. It was easy to un derstand what had happened. Far from being the secret spring which was to open the secret door, the push button had set an alarm going. The lights were e:\tinguished and steps were heard rushin g down the stairs Jabbering voices were heard. The detectives Knew that they were in deadly peril. 'They had placed themselves in a literal death trap. They stood the chance of being at any moment carved into bits by the knives of the gang of highbinders whom the signal would summon to the spot. S1mu l.taneously with the signal, the doors of the opium den were closed automatically. What was to be done? For on ; brief instant'they saw no other way but to make a gory fight of it. They were much averse to doing this, for they knew that it would mean in no way the accomplishment of the case. But they drew their revolvers and crouched back in the ittle passageway. As they did so, Old King Brady felt the .floor slowly sink ing beneath him. For a moment the horror of a possible descent into a well r vault of death underground was upon him. Then he flashed his lantern light downward, drawing the lide by impulse. He saw that which gave him a start "Ah! Harry," he "we have found it!" "What?" "The secret den "You don't mean it?" "Look for yourself." The trap on which Old King Bradar had stood had decended for two feet and showed an illuminated chamber elow. It was hung with curtains, and against the wall was a uch, on which lay the figure of a man. Beside the couch was a pipe and the opium dishes of an pium taker. So far as the detectives could see, this single of he room was under the influence of the drug. The detectives had just time to see this when the crash arn e Down against the wicket door descended a number of eavy forms. Snarling cries and curses were heard. Old King Brady placed his pistol t.o the door and fired. Crack Crack Crack Cra ck Crack Crack No human power could stand against such a deadly fusilade. Yells and cries of rage and pain were heard. Then retr eating footsteps showed that for the moment the eld belonged to -the detectives. "We have repulsed them, Harry," declared Old King rady triumphantly. "Fortune is with us." "I should say so!" cried the young detective. "That is the best of luck." "Now, while I hold the fort here, you slip down there and see who that is on that couch." "Do you not believe it is our missing man?" "Yes, I do." "All right, here goes l" Down into the place slid Young King Brady. He struck the floor of the underground chamber. In a moment more he was bending over the drugged man. He gave a sharp cry. "It is our man!" he shouted. "Good!" cried Old King Brady. "Then we have gained our end!" Harry leaned over the sleeping man and shook him. He seemed to be in a deep stupor. But after repeated efforts he came slowly out of his dazed condition. He opened his eyes and looked up in a puzzled way in!o the young detective's face. "What is this?" he muttered. "Where have I been?" "You have been under the influence of a drug," declared Harry. "But it is leaving you now." "Where am I now?" "You are in Sam Wah's opium den in Mott street, New York." With an effort, the imprisoned man sat upon the edge of his couch. His wits were yet sluggish "I don't understand," he said slowly "I have been trav eling in very strange lands. There has been a delicious sen sation through it all. But now-oh, I am ill!" A spasm of violent retching seized the drugged victilll. But Harry knew that this was a good symptom It was nature's effort to throw off the poisonous drug. It would not be long before the sick man would have posses sion of his faculties. While he was thus recovering Harry went back to Old King Brady's side The position of the two detectives was now an anxious and trying one The highbinders did not again attempt to return to the attack. That some of them were wounded by Old King Brady's shots there was no doubt. The Chinaman is a coward. Old King Brady knew that they would not venture d.own the stairway again at once. On the other hand, the detectives were in a dangerous predicament. For the time they were victors. But it was necessary to leave the place, and how this was to be done safely was a conundrum. Certainly for either to expose himself in the stairway would mean certain death. At the landing above no doubt a half dozen or more infuriated Celestials were crouched. "We are stuck!" said Harry. Old King Brady shook his head. He did not like to acknowledge it.

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10 TilE BRADYS AND THE OPIUM DENS. W hat sha ll we do?" asked Harry. The old detective did not r eply for some moments. Then he said : "Perhaps there is another mode of exit from tbis place." "I don't see it," said Harry. "Why?" "We are underground Tbis was true But Old King Brady was not the kind of a man to be blocked by any lack of effort. "Stay here," he said; "I'll take a run about this place." "All rigb t." Harry stationed himself at the wicket door. For some while he held his post. Then he saw the outline of a human head upon the land ing above. Then a thin voice came down : "Wbatee matter down there? TelJee Chineeman whatee wrong?" ".T ust a little rumpus, that is all," said Harry. "Chineeman come down?" "If you do you'll run into a bullet!" This ominous threat was fuDy digested by the yellow ras cals above. The old detective tore down this arras. One of the opium sleepers leaned out of his berth and de liriously asked : "Is this the golden spring of Helicon? Are we in pleas ure land?" "Yes," replied Old King Brady. "Sleep away, you wretch. May heaven have pity on you!" Then the opium taker sank back and became quiet again. The detective tore down all the hangings on that side of the cellar. He passed the rays of his lantern along the upper part of the wall. .T ust what he wa looking for was disclosed. This was tl1e cellar window. It was nailed firmly in its wooden frame, but time hau rotted the casing, and Old King Brady easily dislodged the mortar and loosened it. Then he lifted the window bodily from the niche. He took a tabaret and stood upon it. He was thus enabled to put his head out of the window and look about. 'I'he window opened upon a dark alley The end next the street was closed But the other end terminated in an inner court, whic h was lighted dimly by light from the dingy panes of a tene "Melican man heap clazee ?''was the next question. "Pipe ment window makee him clazce? Wbatee sa be?" "You'll find out if you try to come down," said Harry. "Melican man comee up. Go out allee safe. Sam Wah no keepee joint. Keepee -'spectable place." "Yes, that's all right. ,Tust go out and bring in a police man," said Harry. "There is a fellow down here who needs to be put under arrest." An excited jabbering confab followed above. Then the answer came back : "No gettce pleeceman! Melican man stay there! Starve allee samee! Neher comee up Cbineeman killee quick!" "Yes, that's what I thought," said Harry, dryly "Well, you stay there, you yellow dogs. If you dare to try any treacherous game on us you'll die like the curs you are!" No more talk was made. Meanwhile Old King Brady had been busy in bis investi gations And they bad not been without result either-of a most CHAPTER VI. THE RESCUE. Old King Brady saw that here was a likely avenue of escape. At least it might prove so if quickly acted upon. Of course at any moment the inmates of Sam Wah's place might think of the possibility of escape in this directio n and try to b lock it. Old King Brady crept down. "Harry!" he called "Well?" "Come here." The young detective was quickly at his side. gratifying kind. "Look!" said the old detective. "If we act quickly--" 'rhc old detective knew that the building in which was "Good!'' cried the young detective. "But we must not Sam Wah's den was of the old style residence construction go without our man." without the so-called English basement. "Certainly not." The opium den had been located in the cellar. "How can w e get him out of here? Do you think he will 'l'he lower den in which was the prisoner must have been be able to act for himself?" excavated at a later date, and probably for the specific pur"I don't see why not," said the old detective. pose for which it was used "Go down and see what you can do with him." Now in houses of this kind there were certain to be small Old King Brady complied windows in the foundation. It was for these that the old When he descended into the lower cellar he was aston 1 detective searched. to find that the opium victim was on his feet And his search was rewarded. He was still weak, but his head was clear. Against two sides of the cellar the wooden berths of the "I think I am beginning to understand my position," he opium sleepers were built. said. But the other wall was simply hung with arras Behind "Good!" said Old King Brady. "Then you are ready t this was the cold stone of the cellar wall. I leave here?"

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THE BRADYS AND 'l'HE OPIUM DENS. 11 "I think I have been trapped "That is very true." "Who are you?" "We are detectives." "Ah! What place is this?" "It is an opium den "My head is not quite clear How did I come here?" "You were decoyed by a villain named Baretti." Small gave a violent start. "Ah! yes!" he cried. "That is the fellow. Baretti was i s name. He is a scoundrel "That he is." "Why did they bring me here?" "They wished to hold you for ransom. Your relatives ere ready to offer fifty thousand dollars for your safe re rn." "A fiendish job!" "Yes." "Help me out of this "We are ready. Do you think you could doe littl e bit of 'robing?" "Oh, indeed, I am quite smart now. Only my head is "Very well," agreed Small; "you shall be well reward ed." The detectives boarded an up town car They knew that little more was to be gained in China town that night. The villainous gang of which Emerson was the head were no doubt long ere this in a place of safety Nothing would be gained by the arrest of Sam Wah It was decided to let the opium joint and its habitues alone for a time. So back to the Fifth Avenue Hotel went the detectives. When they arrived there, Jonathan Small walked quite steadily into the place and went to his own room. There he at once went to bed. Medical advice was obtained, and before morning the fumes of the opium had partially cleared from his brain. The Bradys worked all night to get track of Emerson and his gang. But all was vain. In the morning they returned to the hotel and were sho wn to Mr. Small's room. The magnate of Bushville appeared to be extremely ra tional. eak." "It has all come to me," he said, joyfully. "I remember Old King Brady assisted him up the ladder to the main Baretti. But he never mentioned the fact that he was an n above. opium fiend." Theri the detective pulled up the ladder and placed it at Old King Brady was astounded. e cellar window "What?" he exclaimed "Do you mean that?" Up this ladder they hastily assisted the prisoner. "I do." He was pushed through the cellar window and out into "How do you explain this letter, which suggests that you e alley: had made an appointment to meet the writer in an opium The detectives followed. den?" Freedom was before them. Through the alley to the inner court they glided. An uproar arose from Sam Wah's place. The escape had been discovered. The detectives doaged into the dingy hallway of a squa lid n ement. They followed this through to the street. When they erged they knew that all danger was past. They walked boldly out to the Bowery. Here Harry asked : "Shall we send a posse of officers in to raid the den?" "Oh, no!" said Old King Brady. "Why not?" "It would be a mistake "How so?" "Why, as it now stands, the joint is an admirable means gaining clews. You see we have only started on our case." "True!'' "We have found the missing man "And rescued him." "Yes, and our next move must be to hunt down the gang blackmailers and abductors." "Exactly "We must not forget that Miss Small is in their clutches, d her rescue will be our next busine s s." "We shall take you as far as the Fifth Avenue Hotel," id Old King Brady to Small. "There you will be under se guard and absolutely safe." Small looked astonished. "What letter?" he asked in amazement. "Here it i s." The detective handed him the letter signed by one, "The Prince of Pleasure." Small read it. "Where did you get this?" he asked. "It was left here at the hotel for you after you went out." "Well," said Small, positively, "it is an atrocious fabrication! I made no appointment with anybody." "You did not?" "No." "And you never took opium ?" "Never!" 1 "You never h."'llew of Sam Wah's place?" "I never heard of it." The detectives were surprised. "Then why did you go there?" "I never knew," replied the magnate of Bush ville. "The story is simple. Baretti agreed to meet me at a point in lower Broadway. He drove up in a cab and asked me to in with him. "I did so. It was the most fatal thing I ever did. Just as I sat down iii the cushions, Baretti put his band on my hand. "I felt a sharp sting. 1 remember looking down and s e e ing a hypodermic syringe in his hand. I knew no more." "Drugged!"

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I J 12' THE BRADYS AND THE OPIUM DENS. "Yes, and the drug that time was no opium. Whatever 1 Small was profuse in his gratitude but exceedingly bitte1 it was, it certa inl y was very swift and powerful." in his despair. "What followed next?" His daughter Eva was as the apple of his eye, and he gavE "Next I awoke in the opium den. They placed a pipe in her up as lost. my mouth and forced me to inhale the fumes. I grew very 'l'he detectives left the hotel. delirious. You know the rest." First, however, they had seen that Secret Service mer The Bradys were silent. were placed on guard at the hotel. They were doing some deep thinking. Already extras were on the street, for the newspapers haL They were trying to account for the mysterious letter. got the story of Jonathan Small's return. "It is very strange," declared Harry. "How do you acOn one page was the annolmcement of his rescue. count for it, partner?" On the other page was the statement of his daughter': "I think I have it." mysterious disappearance. Not in years had any incideu1 "Ah! What is it?" excited one-half the interest that this did. "This lett er was written and left here to mislead the And the case was only just begun! friends of Mr. Small. It was intended to convey the impression that he was an opium taker." "There you are!" cried Small. "There is no doubt of that!" "It would show that in going into opium dens you went voluntarily." "My dearest friends could not believe that of me." Old King Brady shook his head. "I don't know," he said. "Sometimes our dearest friends who know us best judge us the harshest." "I will admit that," agreed Small. "But it is not right." "Oh, no, it is not right. But it is nevertheless true." "By the way," said Old King Brady, "now that you are recov ered, it is my duty to break some bad news to you." The magnate of Bushville straightened up and said: "Bad news?" "Yes." "Ah! What may it be?" CHAP'l'ER VII. A CLEVER GAME. When the Bradys first assumed the solving of the man case, they felt assured that the restoration of J onatha1 Small to his friends would necessarily end the case. But this very thing had come to pass, and yet it was cer tain that the case was not yet begun, far from being ended The abduction of Eva Small had added a complex fea ture. To rescue her now was the work of the two Bradys. When they left the Fifth A venue Hotel they had litU idea as to where they ought to look for the missing girl. "First, I will ask a question. Was this villain Andrew They felt sure that Eva was in concealment somewher 1 Emerson ever a suitor for the hand of your daughter?" in the city. Small gave a mighty start. She was no doubt kept deeply under the influence of tht "Emerson!" he cried. "Yes, he sued for my daughter drugs. Moreover, there was still a possibility that she wa Eva's hand. But I would not hear of it." to be found hidden among the opium dens of Chinatown Old King Brady nodded. In that secret and mysterious region of crime, Emersm "I thought so." 1 would no doubt feel safe to pursue his nefarious pans. "Well, what of it?" h From Small the detectives had already secured a istor "You may as well know now and at once as later. Your of Emerson. daughter has been abducted and is in his power." They learned that he was a native of Bushville, who ha A hoarse cry escaped Small. some years before sued for the hand of Eva Small. He turned frightfully pale and his whole frame quivered She was the heiress of the region. with grief and anger. But he had been refused. "What, my Eva-my sweet child in that villain's hands?" Chagrined and vowing revenge, he had gone down to N e "It is too true." York City and plunged into dissipation. "Oh, my God!" groaned the wretched parent. "Then she He had become initiated into the inner circles of crim is lost!" But through all his purpose of winning Eva Small for h "I hardly think you need say that," declared Old King bride, by foul means if not fair, was never abandoned. Brady. So it was not likely that he would easily give her u "Is there hope?" now that she was in his hands. "Yes, and very much." The detectives, knowing no better plan, therefore return 'I God bless you! You are encouraging, but I fear the to Chinatown. worst." But this time they adopted a different disguise. "You need not, for we shall save your daughter." Young King Brady was slender and possessed of smoot The two detectives arose. regular features, so he easily made up for a young girl. "That will be our next purpose, Mr. Small," they deOn Old King Brady's arm he walked boldly through tl clared. "We have saved you, now we'll save your place.

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THE BHADYS AND THE OPIU1I 13 They indulged in chop suey in the restaurants, and vis ited the Chinese shops. Finally they turned into Matt street. As they approached Sam Wah's place, they wondered if there was any possibility of their being recognized. A surprising thing occurred. Just as Old King Brady and his supposed female escort were passing the laundry, Sam Wah rushed out, and grasp ing Old King Brady by the arm, exclaimed: "Stepee inside. Have something to showee you!" Young King Brady, to simulate his shrank from the Chinaman. Other Celestials passing along the street watched the scene, and perhaps wondered at Sam Wah's familiarity. The wily keeper of the opium joint pointed at the door of his place. Cut in the door was a small aperture, through which the habitues of the place had been accustomed to pass their cards of admission. For une brief instant the detectives feared a trap. This was dispelled. They saw by Sam Wah's face that he was simply trying to solicit custom. So Old King Brady drew Harry toward the door, nod ding in the affirmative to Sam Wah When the detectives entered the laundry, they knew that they were taking their lives in their hands. But it was no time for being squeamish. There was deep, dark and deadly work before them. To shrink now meant failure. Sam Wah proved a clever solicitor of customers. In the laundry window was an assortment of Chinese articles He tried hard to induce Old King Brady to buy these. The old detective listened attentively. Then he suddenly changed his tactics. He drew Sam Wah aside and showed a roll of bills. The Chinaman's eyes dilated. "Look here, pigtail," said the old detective sharply, "you like to make money?" "Likee monee belly well W orkee hard. Slee ?" "Yes," said Old Kmg Brady. "And I will pay you money if you will help me do a little job of work." Sam Wah rubbed his hands. "Belly glad," he said. "It is settled then ? "Whatee want Chineeman do? Tellee allee samee." "You see the lady I am with?" Sam fixed his slant eyes on Harry. "Yeppee. Me slee." "Very good! Now I want. her to marry me, but she won't. You understand?" The Celestial's eyes rolled. "Yepee, me slee." "Now, if she could be kept a prisoner for a little while and fed on opium, she'd do anything I might ask of her." "Ah, me slee !"said Sam Wah, rubbing his hands. "You wantee me lockee up Melican girl and keepee safe?" "Yes, that's it?" "Allee light! Payee me good monee?" "One hundred dollars Sam Wah's eyes rolled. Greed and avarice shone in them. "Me do.it," he agreed. "Me how do it. "Ah !" said Old King Brady deftly, "did you ever do it before?" "Y eppee Me hab-" then Sam Wah came to a startled stop. lle rolled his eyes apprehensively and looked around him. The old detective needed no further confirmation. The .truth was revealed. Eva Small was in Chinatown. Perhaps in this very place. The old detective affected not to notice Sam Wah's em barrassment. He rejoined in a whisper: "What sort of a place have you got to keep her in?" "Heap fine place!" replied the laundryman. "Showee you now?" Before Old King Brady could answer a man entered the place Instantly am Wah straighteped up. Had it been possible he would no doubt have turned pale. And Old King Brady gave a start himself, and exchanged glances with Harry. The newcomer was recognized by both detectives. He was no other than Andrew Emerson, in a very poor disguise. The villain gazed quickly and searchingly at the detec tives. But he luckily did not suspect their identity. "Look here, Sam Wah," he said roughly, "where are my shirts?" "Allee ready, Mistler Smith," replied the Celestial. "Findee allee samee in back loom. "All right," said Emerson, and he passed beyond a curtain to the back part of the laundry. Old King Brady realized 1at it was time to go. So he said in an undertone : "I'll come back later and talk with you, Sam. You un derstand?" "Allee light," agreed Sam Wah in his most polite way. "Belly glood." The old detective made a signal to Harry, and they passed out of the place. Chinatown is constantly besieged with an army of sightseers. So the visit of the Bradys created but little attention. They did not believe that Emerson's suspicions were aroused. The detectives made their way out of Mott street, and eventually into the Bowery. Here they entered a little liquor saloon and sat down at a table in a quiet corner. They called for beer and were left by themselves. "Well," said Old King Brady, "we hit it all right, Harry." "I should say so!" "Mark my word, the girl is in Chinatown. Am I right?" ''I believe you are."

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14. BRADYS AND THE OPIU11 DENS. "But I have another fancy." "What?" "She is not in Sam Wah's place." Harry was astonished. "Why, I thought the Chinaman almost confessed that she was." ''It might seem so. But I watched him carefully, and I :believe that she is in some other den." "Well, that is not impossible, as all these Chinatown dens .are connected more or less." "That is true. Now, I believe if we play a waiting game Everything will come our way.'' "I agree. But still, you must know that the drug is all this while having its effect upon Eva Small. She may be forced to break her resolution." "That is true. What do you think of carrying out the ;plan I suggested to Sam Wah?" Harry shook his head. "We would gain littl e," he said "It would simply tie me up, and result in nothing, I believe." Old King Brady nodded. "Yes," he assented. "Of course," said Harry, "if we h."Uew for a certainty that she was in Sam's place, it would be a capital scheme.'' "Let me see. We must locate her at once." "But where?" "'I believe Chinn Ling is a confrere of Sam Wah's." "'Do you?" "Yes." "Well, it may be true. Shall we pay Chinn a visit?'.' "Yes, but first we ought to change our disguises.'' "You think so?" "Oh, certainly We should never appear in Chinatown twice in the same guise. Let me see, the proprietor of this place probably has rooms to rent.'' Old King Brady walked up to the bar. '"Pardon me," he said, "but have you rooms to let?" ".Just a few on the next floor," replied the bartender. "Is it for the two of ye ?" "Yes, my wife wants a quiet room free from noise.'' "I've just the thing, Number 7, on the next floor. Here's the key. Take the stairs, and go along the little passage to the back of the house:'' Old King Brady threw out a couple of dollars to pay for the room in advance. The two detectives crept up the stairs to the dingy little floor above. They had no difficulty in finding Number 7. It was a sma ll and poorly furnished chamber. But there was soap and water and a mirror, and this was all they wanted at present. They lost no time. CHAPTER VIII. ON THE SCENT. Harry speedily divested himself of the female attire he wore. It was of a character which admitted of being compressed into a small compass He wound it about his body. Then he produced other articles from the lining of his coat, and other convenient places In a short time the two detectives were metamorphosed. They were masters in the art of make-up. Old King Brady posed as a free-hearted Westerner, with mustache and goatee and a fancy waistcoat Harry made himself up as a sh:.tbby young man about town. His dark hair was.changed to a bright auburn red. When they had finally finished their mc.ke-up, the Bradys boldly started downstairs. The proprietor started at them as they walked out. J o doubt their appearance surprised him. He wondered who they were and where they had come from. But he wondered more when they failed to return, and he found the lodgers in Number 7 missing. The Bradys went now in quest of Chinn Ling's place. It did not take them long to find it. As they approached it they saw Chinn Ling standing in the door. He was looking reflectively up at the sky. Suddenly he looked around and saw the detectives com ing. His s lant eyes dilated. He saw possible customers, as did other Chinamen in the street. the detectives had all the appearance of eas victims. In his guise as a Westerner, Old King Brady looked as if he was out for game of any kind. Harry was a figure at all times familiar in Chinatown. So the detectives speedily found that things were bein made easy for them. But they worked their cards very shrewdly, despite this They passed Chinn Ling steps, and then looke back. Acting as if upon impulse, Harry then approached th Chinaman. He made a peculiar sign. Instantly Chinn Ling's face broadened. ''Comee light in, gen'lemen," he said glibly. ''Hitte pipe, playee lily game, allee likee samee !" "What kind of a game?" "Playee fan-tan?" Harry shot a swift glance at Old King Brady. Both detectives decided at once to accept the offer. So Harry nodded and said : "Is it safe?" "Allee safe No pleeceman comee m Chinn Ling' place.'' The detectives entered. Chinn Ling led them through the laundry and beyon several pairs of curtains which screened as many back room This brought them to a partition in which was a wicke door, such as was used in the opium den. Chinn Ling made a chirruping sound with his lips, an instantly the wicket .flew open. A yellow face appeared.

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THE BRADYS Al\D 'l'HE OI'IU1I J,;>EXS. Chinn Ling mumbled something in Chinese. Instantly the wicket door flew open, and the detectives entered a labyrinth of passages between yellow hangings. Then they came out into a room which had all the charac teristics of a typical Chinese gambling den. Lanterns and huge fans, paper dragons and gods orna mented the walls and hung from the ceiling. The air of the place was Oriental niost thoroughly, and the odor of Japanese incense was perceptible. About the room were all the appliances of a Chinese gambling den. A dozen feverish gamesters were in the place. :M:ost of them were Chinamen. The others were men of the type u sually found in the slums. But there were two gamesters who at once attracted the attention of the detectives. They at once recognized them. Uriah Swift wqs one, and the immaculate Count Baretti the other-. ";By Jove!" whispered Harry. "We have a lead this time,. partner!" "You're right," agreed the old detective. "Fo:r:tune has played the birds right into our hands." Baretti was cursing violently, and it was very evident that luck was against him Swift seemed in the best of spirits. The Bradys were seated by Chinn Ling, who said : "Melican man play allee samee. Gettee into de game!" "All right," said Old King Brady, in a bluff manner. "You leave that to me, Johnny Chinaman. I hain't sum mered and wintered on Roger Flats fer fifteen years fer notbin'. I know the game!" At these loud words all in the room looked up. Baretti and Swift exchanged glances. "Hello!" said the Italian in an undertone. "This looks like an opening They're greenhorns P' "Dollit be so sure," said Swift, scanning the two detec tives. ":Mebbe they're old ducks at it!" "The old fellow looks easy." "Yes, be plays the Western game, and we can beat that. But the young fellow looks like a rounder." "Bah! Let's give them a run for their money!" "All right!" With this Swift leaned over and asked: "Strangers, eh ?" ':Wall, summat," r eplied Old King Brady. "Do you play?" "Anything from pitch to pinochle, from poker straight to old maid." ""r ould you like to try a hand at the Chinese game?" "Sure!" "Come into the circle then." Harry and the old detective drew up to the deal table. Then the chips were laid cu.t gd paid for, and the game b egan, with Swift as the banker. The chips were played at their full value, one, five and ten dollars. Fortunately Old King Brady had plenty of money with him. The game of fan -tan is an exceedingly fascinating one. The players became deeply absorbed in it. They played with varying fortune for a while. But on the finish, somehow Swift always seemed to have the right card to complete the pack, and thus scooped the pot of money. The Bradys, however, were not averse to this. Though they detected the most glaring of cheating, and could see right through the tricks of the villains, they said nothing. Soon Old King Brady had run behind the game one. hundred dollars. Baretti and Swift were elated. At this juncture Old King Brady yawned and "I believe I'll draw out, "Don't you want the chance to win your money back?., asked Swift. "Naw! I don't care anything about a little bit of cash like that. I've played the high limit before now at whisky poker." "Never played that much!" "Well, it's a warm game." "I should imagine so. You are from the West, I take it?" "Yas. :My name is Qaleb Bowles. This is my young nephew, Tom Frisby. He is a New Yorker, but I'm not.'' "We can see that. Well, w e're glad to meet you, Mr. Bowles. Perhaps we can make your stay pleasant in New York," said Baretti softly. "P'raps ye kin!" agreed the detective. "Durn my hooks but I lik e the looks of ye both, mind ye. I'm a gentleman, and I like to associate with gentlemen." 11Well, here's my friend, the count, here," said Swift. "He's first cousin to Humbert of Italy." "I wouldn't keer if his father was a ragman, if his heart is all clear," protested Old King Brady. The two villains excqanged glances. To them Caleb Bowles was a bluff, large-hearted plains man, a stickler for honor and not up to city ways. In many days they bad not struck what was apparently so soft a snap It did not take them long to avail themselves of it. They proposed to stick to their new acquaintances like a leech. They were aware of the fact that Tom Frisby, which Young King Brady was known as, was a New Yorker. But they already conceived giving him knockout drops when the necessary time for action arrived. Now the detectives read the purpose of the villains. It was all a printed book to them. As a matter of fact, the Bradys were right on their guard. But they were not disposed to leave Chinn Ling's place unhl after they had made further investigations. Just how to brjng their ends about was not as yet quite clear. But while in this state of doubt the curtains parted and a newcomer entered the place. At sight of him the Bradys gave a start. He was no other than Emerson, the villainous abductor of Eva Small.

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16 THE BRADYS AND THE DENS. The villain nodded to Baretti and Swift and then passed through the room. He opened a door beyond and vanished. Instant1y Old King Brady turned to Swift and asked: "Do ye know that chap?" replied Swift in surprise. "Who is he?" "His name is Andrew Emerson." "Where is he going?" "He is going to hit the pipe." "Is there an opium den in there?" Yes." Old King Brady whipped a revolver out and started for the door in pursuit of Emerson. Aghast and astounded both Swift and Baretti stepped in front of him. "Where are you going?" asked the former, sharply. "I am going to square accounts with that black cur," cried Old King Brady. "Get out of my path." CHAPTER IX. IN THE DEATH TRAP. The sheer amazement of Swift and Baretti at this declaration of the old detective can hardly be imagined. "What?" gasped Baretti. "Have you a grudge against him?" "Have I? I have sworn to shoot him on sight." "You ale mistaken," cried Swift excitedly. "Where did you ever see him before?" "In Carson City. He is Sam Fenton the gambler, or Black Sam, as we used to know him. He shot a friend of mine out there, and I have sworn to kill him. Get out of my way!" Baretti and Swift believed that Old King Brady was in earnest. Their faces were livid. "But you are wrong!" cried Swift in terror. "You have not got the right man at all!" "Eh ?" ejaculated the pseudo Westerner with a frightful scowl. "Do you mean to tell me I'm a fool? I'd know Sam Fenton in Hades. Stand aside or I'll bore you!" The detective flourished his revolver. Harry stood with every nerve on the alert, but outwardly phlegmatic and calm. j "Talk to him cried Baretti. "You ought to stop him. 1 You wouldn't see him take human life!" But Harry only looked stolid Old King Brady put up a splendid piece of bluff. His words and conduct had stopped the games. The inmates of the place had all leaped to their feet. The old detective's game was a clever and daring one. It was his purpose to follow the villain Emerson, and this the best excuse he could offer. He cared not what the result might be, if he could once get beyond that screen and trap the villain. He was sure that he was on his way to the secret hiding place of Eva Small. The old detective felt sure that he could hold the fort if he could only push his way into the place and establish the fact that the young girl was confined there So brandishing the revolver he dashed forward. In an instant a scene of commotion ensued. A gong rang, the lights grew dim, and the room was filled with struggling forms, dressed in Chinese garb. The two detectives, however, had anticipated just such a denouement. They were prepared for it. They had marked well the spot where Emerson har.l vanished Through the curtains they dashed. Old King Brady came in contact with a human figure. Strong hands clutched him. He struck out and instantly felled his assailant A dimly lit corridor was before him. He saw that the man he had encountered was a Celestial, so he did not stt>p to bother with him. On he rushed through the corridor. Then he heard the clanging of doors, felt a draught in his face and was in utter dar.b.Lless. Another step and a strange thing happened. The floor sank ben.eath his feet, and he fell, how far he knew not, for he experienced a shock and was unconscious. When he came to his first impulse was to feel about him, and his hands encountered slimy walis of stone. Gradually a recollection of all came back to him. He wondered where he was. The darkness was inky. He lay quite still for a time and listened. But this resulted in nothing. All was as silent as the tomb, save for a peculiar dripping of water. He felt a pool of it under him, perhaps an inch in d epth. Then he scrambled to his fBet. It did not require long for him to ascertain by feeling that he was in a sort of well, walled up with stone. That it was a death-trap planned by the cunning Chinese he felt sure. As high a s he could reach the wall extended. He placed his h.ands and feet in the niches between the stones, and with an effort climbed upward. Up he went for a number of feet. Then he missed his hold on the slippery stones and fell back. Again and again he essayed the feat. And each time he failed. The drip, drip, drip of the water continued, and presently began to have an effect on his nerves. The old detective made an appalling discovery. The water in the bottom of the well was rising. It was plain that this was a peculiarity of the death-trap. Water was permitted to drip slowly into the place until it should rise to a sufficient height to drown the priso:aer.

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THE BRADYS AND THE OPIU)[ l'l' The horror of this fearful thing palled upon Old King Brady. It nigh drove him mad. Cold sweat was upon him. He knew the cruel ways of Chinese inquisitors, and Tealized that he was a victim. The thought that he must die in such a dreadful way was unbearable. Bodily torture is dreadful, but torlure of the mind is worse. It was torture of an exquisite sort to be compelled to listen to the dripping of that water and to know that every drop contributed to the shortening of the victim's life. "God help me," groaned the old detective. "Am I to die thus?" He thought of Harry and wondered where the young detective was. When last seen he was following Old King Brady into the corridor. Why had he not fallen into the trap? Then Old King Brady pondered and reflected, and all to no purpose. He could not find a method of escape. Even if Chinn Ling's d.Dn was raided and the place cleaned out it would be hardly likely to avail him. He would hardly be discovered in this underground death-trap. Suddenly an idea came to him. He recalled the fact that in his possession was a pocket lantem. At once he drew it out. He found some matches in an inner pocket. The walls were too damp to scratch them on. He found a dry place in the lining of his coat and scratched one on that. The blaze lit up the place. Then he saw the slimy walls of the well and the in creasing depth of water at his feet. He lit the lantem and flashed its Tays about. Far above his head were planks which covered the well. This was, no doubt, the trap-door through which he had fallen. Old King Brady counted the chances of climbing up this distance. Hope revived in his bosom. He saw a thin stream of water trickling down the stony sides from the mouth of an iron pipe just below the trap. This WiJ.S evidence that the influx of the water was only a part of the devilish plan to kill him. He wondered if any otheT had died thus in this same trap. But he realized that time was precious. He acted at once. Taking the handle of the lantern in his teeth he began to climb upward. / Up and up )le went. Steadily, slowly! He was aided much by the lantern, for he could easily see where to place his hold. Up and still up. Every moment he neared the trap. Now he was but a few feet from it. There was one advantage. 'l'he well narrowed as he went on. This enabled him to get easier hold with less strain. Still up the detective crept. Now be was right under the trap. He reached up and touched the planks above. Then he essayed to push on them. But they would not yield. The top was too heavy. He might as well have pitted his strength against the weight of a mountain. In his cramped position he could not exert it fully. "My he groaned. "It is of no use! I am lost!" His strength seemed leaving him, and he feared that he must drop back to the bottom of the well. But just then the light of the lantern enabled him to see an aperture to the right'and just between the flooring and the upper layer of stones of the well. He calculated the chances of crawling into this. It was a herculean task. He clung to the well sides a moment to gain his strength. Then he raised himself steadily and slowly. He grasped one of the floor beams and pulled himself forward. Wonderful to relate, he was enabled to reach the aperture. A little more strength and he was flat on his stomach under the floor. The ground was damp and ill-smelling. But he was out of the well. What this might amount to he could only guess. It might be only a transition from one death to another. Yet it .certainly was a respite. The old detective lay on his side and rested a long time. He knew that the boards over him must be the flooring of the opium den. He listened for some sounds above, but none came. All was silent as the grave. He could understand how this might be. The place was deserted. For a long time Old King Brady occupied his present position. Then he began to seek betterment. He found that there was space enough under the floor for him to crawl on, and this he did. He wormed his way along for a space. Then a starlling surprise was accorded him. Ahead a glimmer of light caught his gaze. He paused in amazement. What did it mean? From whence did it come? He crept slowly and eagerly on. Presently all was explained to him in a startling manner. He reached the foundation wall of the building. Here there was a crevice through which the glimmer of. light came. Old King Brady looked through and beheld a thrilling scene. CHAPTER X. A DARK PLOT. The scene upon which Old King Brady gazeu was o ne which made his blood tingle.

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18. THE BRADYS AND THE OPIU:JI He looked down into an opium den in the cellar of what was the adjoining building. It differed in no essential from Sam Wah's place or any other. There were berths for the smokers and curtained walls The odor of the drug was perceptible. And upon a divan in the centre of the place the old de tective saw the reclining figure of a young girl. She was very beautiful and richly dressed, and was either stupefied with opium or asleep. One glance at her face settled all doubt in Old King Brady's mind. She was not an opium fiend. She lacked the yellow skin and deadly hue of the con firmed opium taker. The old detective could conceive but one belief. This was that she was the young girl for whom he was looking. No other than Eva Small. Satisfied of this, the mad desire to outwit her captors seized Old King Brady He considered the possibility of such a thing. He tested the foundation stones They were firm, but he found that the cement in which they were laid was capable of bing easily removed. Satisfied of this he at once began work. lf he could only enlarge the opening so that he could gain admittance to the opium den he believed he could ef fect the rescue. Piece by piece he chipped away the cement. Suddenly, as he was thus engaged, an accident occurred which arrested him in his work. A door clanged, footsteps were heard, and then a mumble of voices. Some persons were entering the den. So far as Old King Brady could see the young girl on the couch was the only occupant of the place. The voices were high-pitched like men in a quarrel. The next moment they entered the place. There were five of them. The old detective's nerves tingled as he recognized them all. Emerson was loudly arguing with Count Baretti and "I hired you on a partnership plan," protested Emerson. "You know it well. \\' e were to divide equally the ransom money for Jonathan Small." "You represented that it would be a large sum." "I clid not "Yes, you dicl !" "Well, it would have been if we had got it!" "That's not our outlook!" "Yon know that it is. If I didn't get the money, how can I pay you?" "\\Tc were to receive thirty thousand dollar. You agreed to pay it. It's not our fault that old Small escaped No'v we want the money." Emerson leered at Swift in a decidedly ugly way. "You know. you won't get it," he said. "You know I haYen't got it." "Well, what are we going to do?" "I don't know "Nor don't care." "Perhaps not." Swift dropped an oath. "What's the use?" he gritted. "You know you can pay us. We want to get out of the country." "That is a mistake." "Why?" "I am just beginning to win." "To win? Bah! It's like all of your winning com binations You'll be in Sing Sing in a month." "You talk like a pair of fools. What are you afraid of?" "Well, it's time to be afraid when you're Every detective in New York is on our track." Emerson laughed jeeringly. "There is one who is not." "Ah Whom do you mean ?'I "Old King Brady." "Well," agreed Swift, "he's in the dark hole and likely to stay there!" "Yes, his body will never be found." "How is that?" "I mean to fill that hole up after he drowns like a rat there, and make it his eternal grave." "There'll be rejoicing among us crooks when that is done." Behind them were the two Sam Wah and Chinn Ling. interest to Old King Brady. Chinese opium den keepers, "But I'll bet my hat he'll come to life and dig his way What followed was of vital out," cried Baretti. "He's been killed a good many times." Baretti and Swift were excited and very angry. Emerson was cool and ugly. "You talk like a couple of fools," said the villain, contemptuously. "Why don't you be reasonable?" "That is all the argument you can make," snapped Baretti. "We have heard it so long we are sick of it," said Swift, savagely. "Well, what do you expect?" "You know well enough." "We want our pay." "You hired us to do your dirty work. and now it's up to you to pay us." We have done it, "That's so." "Nonsense," said Emerson, savagely. "He's human like everybody else. I'll bet ten thousand to one he don't come ou t alive." The old detective in hi s concealment chuckled. "I'm tempted to take that bet," he muttered. "Well, allow the old detective is dead," cried Swift. There's the young one." "Oh, hang him." "Yes, but he's just about as good as the old detective, and don't you forget it. You mustn't f il to reckon on him." "Anyway," declared Swift, "it's getting too hot for us in New York."

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THE BRADYS AND l"RE OPIUM DENS. "And you're going back on me?" asked Emerson. "We're sick of this job." "You're a couple of quitters." ';-, "Allow that we are.l' f "I tell you, you will make a big mistake." "Can you show us any chance?" "Yes." Baretti and Swift whistled. "What is it?" "Well," said Emerson, advancing to the couch where the young girl lay and glowering upon her fair features, "you see tllis girl?" "Yes." "She is mine, soul and body. As soon as I can tie her up legally, the game for millions is read ." Baretti and Swift were interested. "That sounds well. So do all your plans," said Swift. us have the whole thing." "Will you stand by me?" "If there is anything in it." Att "You fools!" declared Emerson scornfully. "You are throwing away the biggest haul of your lives." "Are we?" said Baretti. "Show us the haul." "If you can show us we'll stand," said Swift. "Well, listen." "We will." 1 .. "Once this girl is legally my wife the game is ready. is the heiress to three millions. She "Now, it will be in order to simply put old Small out of the way. She inherits and the money gets into my hands. Do you see?" The eyes of the villains glittered. Sam Wah and Chinn Ling looked stolidly on all the while. "I see," said Baretti, curling his mustache. "It looks easy." It is easy." "What do you want us to do?" "Put old Small out of the way." Then Baretti said : "What do you think of it, Swift?" "' "I'm ready for any game that there is anything in." "This looks pretty sure." "Well, then, it's a go. But what are we to get out of it?" "One hundred thousand each," said Emerson. minister out in Westchester who'll marry us for a good fee. The r est is easy." "Well," said Baretti, "we're ready for our part of the contract." "I'll let you know when to work it." "All right." Baretti advanced and bent down over the sleeping girl. "By Jupiter!" he cried, "she's a regular Venus, isn't she?" uThat she is." "I wouldn't push her aside myself. I don't blame you, Emerson. Go in and win. She's a prize." Emerson felt of the stupefied girl's pulse. "The drug holds her steady," he said. "Well, that's all right. She'll sleep for an hour yet. You yellow dogs keep a sharp watch. Perhaps that young Brady may bring the police down on us." "Yeppee," agreed Sam Wah. "We keepee watch allee samee." "See that you do. Now, we'll leave her for a while.'l With this the villainous crew wl.thdrew. For some while after they had gone Old King Brady lay quite still in his hiding-place engaged in reflection. Then a startling sound reached his ears. The creaking of hinges was heard in the distance, and the tramp of feet sounded. Then he h eard voices: "Put the lantern down where I can see, Chinn Ling. The old fox must be down there somewhere." It was Emerson's voice. Old King Brady understood. The villains were taking a look into the trap of death where they expected to find him. I :. I, ... '\ T CHAPTER XL AN EXPLORING TOUR. Young King Brady had not fallen into the same death trap, for a very good and fortunate reason. He was, to be sure, very close behind Old King Brady in that dash into the dimly-lit corridor. "When?" But just as he entered the place he was grabbed by an un" As soon as I can get my claws onto the money." seen foe. "Whatee you givee us?" asked Sam Wah, suddenly. Old King Brady, as we have seen, had thrown off the at" T 'en thousand each, and a free ticket to China," replied tack of his assailant. Emerson. But Harry was unable to do this. The two Chinamen cut a pigeon wing. The Chinaman who grappled with him was strong and "life likee dat," cried Chinn Ling. "Makee rich man hauled him back into the gaming den. in China." And just at that moment the lights were again turned on. "Velly glood," agreed Sam Wah. Harry found himself the centre of a gang of foes. "That's all settled?" asked Emerson. Beneath superior weight he was forced to a corner of the "Yes," agreed Baretti. "But what method are you going room. Here he held the foe at bay. to pursue to bring the girl to terms?" But his disguise was ruined. "I'll give her opium enough to make her dopey," replied His wig was gone, and his beard also. He stood fully Emerson. "Then she'll agree to anything. There's a revealed. 1

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20 'l'HE BRADYS AN 1J THE OPIU:M DENS. Swift and Baretti almost instantly recognized him. "Heigh!" the count. "What have we here?" "Treachery!" The cry went up. Not one in tlre party but recognized the young detective. Thus it was that they knew afterwards that it was the old detective who had plunged into the death-trap. "It is the detective." "Young King Brady." "Down him "He must oot escape." ''Killee quick!" Gamblers and Chinamen rushed upon the young de tective. They dared not fire upon him, for fear that the report might bring the police from the street. Their purpose was to overcome him by brute force. So they came to the attack like a pack of wolves. Young King Brady knew that all depended upon quick action. He lost no time in this. Swift as a flash he whirled the chair over his head and brought it down upon a Chinaman's skull. The yellow Celestial dropped like a log. Swift and Baretti drew knives and began slashing at the young de tective. The result might have been most serious for Harry had not a thrilling intervened in his favor. .1-Some one of the Chinese attendants suddenly rushed into the place. He shouted in tones of alarm : "Pleeceman come. Quickee, allee samee i Gittee out!" The alarm spread like wildfire. It had the most terrifying effect upon the gang. Neither Swift nor Baretti wished to be captured by the police. So a bell jangled and.again the lighb went out. There was a mad rush for the door. How Harry got out of the place he never knew. But he finally succeeded and reached the street. His immediate impulse was to summon policemen and return to the aid of Old King Brady. But just at that moment he saw Swift and Baretti dodge into an alley in the rear of Chinn Ling's place. The young detective acted upon the impulse and followed. them They quickly disappeared. Then, bound not to be defeated, the young detective be gan a baffling search for them. He knew that it was his duty to secure these rascals if he could. He had no doubt of Old King Brady's ability to take care of him s elf. So he did not attempt to return to the opium joint. The alley in which Harry now found himself was very narrow and dirty, and led into an area. In this place the villains had disappeared in the shadows. The young detective proceeded with caution. He knew well enough the risk of an encounter with some foe in the darkness of a place like this. A blow with a knife .might terminate his career. So he kept well on the defensive. A dim light glowed in the basement window of one of the buildings. Harry crept up to this and looked in through the dingy panes of glass. He saw a number of Chinamen seated in a circle about u table. They were playing fan-tan. This was only another joint of the same kind as Chinn Ling's. Harry recognized this fact. He saw nothing of Swift or Baretti in the place. Yet for all that they might be there. He could :find no other mode of escape except into this place. So Harry crept up to the window and watched gamblers for a time. Then he crept down to the little basement door. It was ajar. As he stood there listening he heard aistant voices. They were familiar. He was sure that one of them belonged to Swift. ,.. He could not distinguish what was being said. But it was a sufficient incentive for him to enter the place. He crept into the little stairway and listened. The voices died out. To Harry they seemed to come from a point beneath him He crept along the stairway and finally reached a battered door. There he suddenly crouched down in the shadows. He was just in time. The latch was raised, the door swung open, anq a man came out into the dark hall. Harry caught only a faint glimpse of the room beyond. It was dimly lighted. He could see that it was furnished in Chinese style, with heathen idols and outfits. But there seemed no other oc The man who haa emerged was a Chinaman. He passed out of the hall into the court beyond and his footsteps died out. The youhg detective hesitated a moment. Then he placed his ear to the door and listened. There was no sound of life within. -... What perplexed him was the right locality of the voices he had heard, which he believed belonged to Swift and Baretti. Young King Brady acted with sudden decision. He placed a hand on the door-latch and softly lifted it. He gently pushed the door open and looked into the room. He saw that it was unoccupied. But there was a door ajar into another room. The young detective crossed to this. As he did so he saw a white object lying at his feet. He knelt down and picked it up. It was a lady's handkerchief. It was of fine material and trimmed with lace. The young detective examined it carefully Then h e gave a start. In the corner, marked plainly with a pen, was a name: "Eva Small."

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THE BRADYS 1 "By Jove!" muttered Harry with excitement. "Here i s a clew." He knew he was on the right traiL It proved one thing. The young girl had been r e cently an inmate of that room. She was somewhere in hiding in the purlieus of Chinatown. There was no doubt o this. Much encouraged, Young King Brady now gave up all othe r theories, and forgot all else in his interest in this clew. He lost no time. He made a hasty examination oi the room but found nothing else. Then he glided into the next room It was furnished much like the fir s t. He began to r e alize now where he was. He was in a Chinese hoteL He remembered now that there was such an institution right next door to Chinn Ling's place. He realized the danger of his position. E OPIU?II DENS. 21 Harry cau ght his breath. This was the first intimation he had gain e d that harm had come to Old King Brady. He felt conscience-stricken now that he had not followed the old detectiv e up and given him relief. "Are you sure it's Old King Brady?" asked Emerson. "Yes," replied Bani tti. "I' ll bet you ten dollars, then, that he's fooled you, and that you won' t find him where.JOU think he is." Baretti and Swift exchanged glances. "I'll take that bet," cried the count. "Do you stand it?" "I do," agreed Emerson. CHAPTER XII. HARRY'S ADVENTURES. At any moment somebody might come into the room and discover him. The result might be serious. Unwelcome visitors are roughly treated by the denizens Harry was horror-struck at the declaration that Old King of Chinatown. Brady was in a death-trap. People have gone into the opium dens and never been For a moment grief and anguish oppressed him. Then hope revived when Emerson offered his wager. seen again. "Perhaps he has escaped," he reflected. "At least I will Not that Young King Brady feared personal injury. But cling to hope." he knew that discovery might break his plans. 'Ih 1 1 e vil ams quick y settled the terms of their wager So he acted quickly. Then they left the room. The next room was much like the first. "How do you go to get into the part of Chinn Ling's He carefully and thoroughly explored it. But nothing of place?" asked Emerson. importance was found. "There is a blind door at the right, at the foot of the He was now confident that Baretti and Swift had been in s tairs," declared Baretti. "Push it open and you will find these rooms. stairs and a corridor He was satisfied that it was their voices he had heard "All right." But where had they gone? The three villains now departed. This was a puzzle which seeme d not of solution. Young King Brady glid e d from his concealment. But while the young detective was ruminating upon the Of course he would follow them. There would be no subject he received a thrilling shock. trouble about this. Suddenly footsteps and voices s mote upon his hearing. He r e m e mbered well the statement of Baretti in r e gard to Somebody had entered the adjoinin g room. the blind door. For a moment the young d e t e ctive was in a quandary. He follow e d along the corridor to the stair s The n he acted quickly. He wait e d car e fully until tfl eir voices had di e d out. He slipped behind some yellow hangings at one end of the The n he des cend e d the stairs very slowly and car e full y room. He listened inte ntly. The next moment the n e wcomers cro s sed the thre s hold He could hear the click of dic e and the rattle of c hips from the outer room into this. from the room on the left, where th e Chinese g amblers wer e Then he was thrilled. Then he felt along the wain s cotin g of the hallway He recognized the voices as thos e of Emerson Baretti and As his fingers trav e rs e d the woodwork they m e t a little Swift. niche. He in s erted a fing e r in thi s and pulled gently. "I never saw the beat of tho s e accursed Bradys," d e clared A section of the woode n partition swung back. Emerson with an oath. "They're always turning up just He saw an illy-lighted s tairway. when and where you don't expect them. I never saw their It was a s ecret entrance to on e of the opium d e n s "They are our most dangerous foes," declared Baretti. down into the depth. "But one of them is where he won't do any more harm He found himself in a narrow passage which led to a right away," declared Swift with a coarse laugh. door of green baize. "Where?" He gently pushed this open and stood in a room hun g "In the death-trap." with Japanese cloth.

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22 TIIE BRADYS ANlJ THE DENS. It was a literal maze of hangings, through which he crept, :following the distant intonation of voices. There were bunks and divans, but no opium smokers. The detective kept on for some way, until of a sudden the voices grew plainer. There was an excited confab, and now he could dis tinguish the words. "Look out there, you fool," cried Baretti's voice. "If you aren't careful you'll go through the trap yourself." "How do you open it?" asked Emerson. "There is an automatic lift." "Stand aside There was a creaking and groaning of hinges and the detective crept near enough now to behold all. The three villains stood about an open trap. A dark pit yawned at their feet. There was the plash of gently falling water. "You see, it's a great scheme," cried Baretti. "It's Chinn Ling?s invention. I tell you that Chinaman has a great head." "Oh, how does it work?" "Well, here's a pit eighteen feet deep. When you set the spring a pound weight on the trap will spring it." "I see. "The victim falls to the bottom of the pit. At the same moment water is turned on through a pipe. "It slowly fills up the well, and in the end drowns the victim." "And you think Old King Brady went down through this trap?" "Yes." "Did you see him?" "No, but the Chinaman sprung it and saw him fall." "Humph! Show him to me, and I'll pay the tE!n dollars." "Well, all right." "It's dark down there." Yes, it is." "Give us a light." A lantern was procured, a cord tied to it and it was lowered into the place Not until it touched the black surface of the water was anything said. The three villains peering down into the pit gave a cry of surprise. "He's not there,' screamed Swift. "What did I tell you," cried Emerson with triumph. "What?" gasped Baretti. "Not there? It's a mistake. He could not escape." "You can see for yourself." "He's under the water then. He's drowned." "B!h! don't be a fool. There is not two feet of water in the place." This was true. Old King Brady was not there. The reader is already aware of that. The surprise of the two villains was intense. "Well, I'll be hanged," declared Baretti, "that de tective has supernatural power." "The devil aids him." Harry, listening to all this, was secretly thrilled with delight. He could not guess how the old detective had made his escape But he felt sure that he was safe It was a source of joy. The three villains wrangled and argued for a long while Then Baretti declared : "Well, if this is the case, then I can tell you to keep an eye on your girl, Emerson." "What?" "If that old fox is smart enough to make his escape in such a manner he has witchcraft enough to spirit that girl of yours away." "I'll take her out of these cursed opium dens at once," declared Emerson. "There's no luck here." "I'd advise you to." "Let's go back and make sure that she's not already gone," said Baretti. This was decided upon. Harry was elated Not since he had undertaken the case had he seen the way clear for such important r evelations Nothing could have pleased him more. The three villains hastened away. With steps of silence the young detective followed them. Back through the maze of hangings they went. Back to the stairway which led up to the rooms they had started from. Harry managed to keep closely behind them. But he was not observed. Entering the first room, Baretti pulled away some hang ings and disclosed another secret door. Never in all his detective experience had Harry even seen the equal of this labyrinth of dens. The three villains passed through the door and out of sight It closed behind them with a snap. Harry lost no time. He quickly reached it and applied his ear to the crack. He heard receding footsteps on the stairs. They soon died out. Then he acted fearlessly. He openE'd the door and silently stepped into the narrow passage beyond. A spiral staircase led down. How far he could only guess. He hastily proceeded to descend this. Down he went through the shaft until he reached the bottom. He was assured that he was now below the level of the ground. It was easy for him to understand now how the crooks of Chinatown could conceal themselves so effectually from all pursuers. There were so many hiding places. If one was discovered they had only to go to another. Thus, to make sure of trapping the crooks it was necessary to first gain an accurate knowledge of this maze of dens and their entranc;es and exits.

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THE BRADYS THE OPIUM DENS. 23 And this was just what Harry was doing. At the foot of the spiral stairway there was a door. It had a wicket like all the doors of the opium dens. But no yellow face apeared at the wicket, nor was there sentry on hand. Harry safely tried the door. It would not yield He knew well enough why. There is always a trick about these sort of doors. The hinese attendant could open it instantly. But Harry had long since possessed himself of the trick f the Chinese lock. So very quickly he mastered it and the door flew open. The young detective passed through. He was in another arras hung room. But in that instant tartling sounds came to his ear They were yells and cries of rage and dismay. The young detective knew that something had gone rong with the plans of the crooks. What could it be? He pressed forward until he gained a complete view of the en in which Eva Small had been left. There was the divan on which she had reclined. But she was no longer there. Nor was she to be found in the den. Frantic with rage and surprise, Emerson was searching or her. "Curse you all for a lot of blockheads," he screamed. "You ought to have finished that old detective while you were about it. "I tell you it's his work. He has spirited the girl away. All my work is gone for nothing. We are ruined." "But it can't be," protested Baretti. "There are only two ways of getting in here." "I don't care. She is gone and you can see it." The villains were in a fearful state of excitement Harry list ened with apprehension. He suddenly realized that his own position was by no means one of safety. No doubt the den would be completely ransacked, and if he was discovered his fate would be sealed. "Perhaps she has wandered away into some other part of the room," said Baretti. "You're a fool," gritted Emerson. "There's no likelihood of such a thing. I tell you she's lost." But the villains at once instituted a search. Harry was in a precarious position. He began cautiously to r etreat to the spiral stairway. But in some way Uriah Swift managed to make his way into that part of the den first. He was between Harry and the stairway. The young dete ctive next turned to the other entrance. But at this moment both Emerson and the count were in iron t of the door. The next moment a crisis was reached. CHAPTER XIII. den, with a couch in view upon which reclined the figure of Eva Small ina state of complete stupor. The old detective had managed to enlarge the opening in the foundation so that he could easily crawl through it and descend into the den which was the prison chamber of the young girl. We have seen how the sounds of the visit of his foes to the death-trap had reached his ears Their discomfiture at not finding him there was intense. It can be truly said that the old detective enjoyed this. At the same time he was not blind to the peril of his po sition. He knew that every corner would be explored in the search for him. Moreover, the resolution was uppermost in his mind to rescue the captive girl. He listened for a few moments very intently to the voices of Emerson and his companions. Then he crawled carefully through the opening and dropped down into the opium den. In a moment he was by Eva Smqll's side. He took her hand and felt the pulse in her wrist. It was slow and sluggish. The drug held her enthralled He opened the eyelid and looked at the pupil of one eye. Then he looked about him. He saw that the young girl was in a helpless state. She could not be depended upon to act for herself. The old detective quickly examined the place He found the stairway leading up into the laundry above. But he knew that it would be suicidal to go in that direction. Without any doubt he would have to face a half dozen Chinamen, well armed and murderous. The den, so far as he could see at the moment, had no other exit. But presently he made a, discovery. This was a door, barely discernible, in the partition of matched boards. He opened it and saw Chinese hangings beyond. He passed through these and came to a corridor dimly lighted. This led to a spiral stairway-in fact the very stairway by which the villains) followed by Harry, descended later. Old King Brady hesitated no longer. Quick as a flash he sprang up the stairway and reached the doorway above. He pushed it open. He saw a chamber with an open door into another chamber. He waited for no more. Back to the den he went. In a jiffy he lifted the drugged girl from the couch and started up the spiral staircase. She was not a heavy burden, but the staircase was very narrow. Old King Brady had his hands full. But in due time he succeeded in reaching the landing and entered the room above. He took the precaution to very carefully close the secret door. ON THE ROOF. He was now in the rooms occupied by Emerson in the We left Old King Brady in a critical position under the Chinese hotel, and which Harry had but a short while since flooring of the den, and looking down into another discovered.

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24 THE BRADYS AN1) 'rHE OPHnr DENS. Old King Brady knew that he was far from having reached a point of safety At any moment he was liable to with discovery. In that case his purpose might be defeated. If he could once gain the open air with the rescued girl the rest would be easy. He carried her li ght ly in his arms across the room to the door, and thence into the outer hall. Here he listened intently. Then he reached the staircase which led down to the pass ageway below. Once down there, in a few steps he could reach the out'r c,ourt. But just at that rnoment voices were heard. It was at the moment when EmQrson and his pals were returning from Chinn Ling's dell;and were on their way to the hiding place of the captive girl. For a moment Old King Brady deemed all los t. He thought of some means of defense, for he felt sure a terrible battle must er:3ue. It seemed discouraging. But he retreated to the far end of the pa ssage and here found that there were other stairs leading to the floors above. In lieu of any better plan, the old detective crept up thes e stairs. Had the villains gone higher than the first floor they must have overtaken him. But, to the old detective's joy, they did not. 'l'hey remained on the floor below, as we know, and thence descend e d to the opium den. Old King Brady, however, had but reached the landing above when he heard other voices below. He distinguished the jargon of the Chinese, and knew that a number of the Celestials were coming up behind Em erson and his friends. These latter did not pause on the first floor. They came to the foot of the second flight of stairs and began to ascend. Old King Brady lost no time. Silently he flitted up the next flight of stairs. This. brought him to the top story and there was only the roof above. The old detective decided to attempt escape in that direction. So up the skylight stairs he crept. He pushed up the trap and emerged upon the roof. All was darknf3S and he could only dimly see the out lines of the chimneys and other roof-tops. The cool night air had an instant effect upon the young girl. She began to quiver in the old detective's arms and es sayed to free 11erself. But Old King Brady placed his lips to her ear and whispered: "You are in the hands of a friend. Do not struggle and have no fear." She lay quiet then, and the detective made his way along over the roof. From one building to another h e passed. Then he was unable to go further, for he had reached the corner of the block. He now left his fair charge a moment and crept to the edge of the roof and looked down. He saw the lamp-lit street far below. The hour was late and few people w ere moving about. But the o]d detective saw that the building he was on was a tenement block of the poorer class. He did not believe that it was tenanted by Chinese. He drew a deep breath of relief. It seemed to him as if success was to reward his efforts. He returned to where he had left the young girl, and once more lifting her in his arms, made his way to the skylight tra:r. He lifted it and crept softly down the stairs. But ere he had hall descended something reached his nostrils. He paused with a chill of horror. It was smoke. Almost in that instant a stir went up from below and a thrilling cry broke the night air: "Fire Fire !" The cry of fire at any time has a note of terror for ,e''(!'l the hardiest soul. In an instant doors were heard to open and forms rushed out into the halls. Loud shouts and shrill screams went up. Old King Brady required only a glance down the narrow stairway to see that further would be suicidal. Flames were lapping the stairs and the terrified tenant' were driven back to the fire-escapes. The old detective accordingly beat a hasty retreat. Once more he was on the roof. But just as he reached there he saw dark figures coming across the next roof. In an instant he guessed the truth. They were foes l The Chinese from the opium den were upon his trail aml in some way had tracked him to the roof. For a moment the old detective was in a literal dilemm:1. With the fire upon one side and the heathen foe on the other, there was little choice. Had he been armed he would not have cared. But he haJ lost his weapons and was defenceless. Even at that moment he saw that his foes had seen him. He was cornered. Had it not been for the fire his escape would have been consummated long ere this. What was he to do? Old King Brady was a man given to quick thought. He was never la cking in decision. He saw that it would be a hopeless struggle against such odds. There was a chance of reaching a fire-escape, and he decided to go back into the burning building. With this decision, he turned and started for the sky light. But before he could reach it the crack of a pistol broke upon the air, and the old detective grew faint and sank un conscious upon the gravel of the roof. The roar of the flames was in his ears when he came to. He heard excited voices, and looking up, saw men in fire mens' uniform bending over him. "Hello, Bill!" a voice cried. "Give us a hand here. It's some poor chap as has crawled up here and fell down in a faint." "That so, Jim? I say, there's blood on his face !"

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THE BRADYS THE OI'IU:;vr DENS. "Only a scratch, I reckon." The :firemen lifted Old King Brady and carried him to the next roof. A little whisky revived him, and he sat up with his back to a chimney. Very rapidly his strength came back. His wound was only slight. The bullet had grazed his temple and stunned him. In a few moments he was once more himself. The :firemen had a line of hose on the roof and were :rapidly getting the :fire under control. They had now left Old King Brady to himself. He was not obliged to give them any explanation. He managed to arise and look about him He recalled all that had happened now. And he experienced bitter chagrin as he realized that Eva Small was gone. CHAPTER XIV. OLD KING BRA.DY'S HARD LUCK. The old detective had suffered defeat. The villains had once more got the upper hand, and this time the outlook was darker than ever After having rescued the young girl only to lose her again was indeed a hard reflection. But the iron will and cool grit of Old King Brady came again to his aid. He was not yet ready to give up. Pulling himself together, he quickly made up his mind how to act. He knew that it would be madness to return to the opium den alone. They would murder him. He saw that the :firemen had gained the roof by means of & skylight in the next roof. He at once sought descent by this. Old King Brady had quickly figured out in his mind just what move the villains would now make. They would certainly quit Chinatown the quickest way. Old King Brady could at least have the satisfaction of knowing that he had made it too hot for them there. Emerson would remove his drugged girl captive to some safer quarter The old detective quickly made his way to the street He had decided upon a desperate remedy, as became a desperate case. When he reached the sidewalk, as good luck had it, he ran into a policeman. The :fire had attracted a large crowd to the street. "Look here, my man," he said, hurriedly, "I want a dozen men from headquarters on a hurry call." "Eh ?" exclaimed the officer. "What's the matter?" "I want Chinn Ling's opium den pulled. I wish you would send in the call for me." "But--" "Oh, it's all right!" Old King Brady showed his sta). "All right, boss," agreed the roundsman. "There's a signal box on the next corner But what is up?" "They are holding an abducted young girl in that place. It's a rendezvous for crooks." "Jerusalem! You don't mean it? I will ring in the call at once." The officer hurried away Then Old King Brady mshed down the street to guard the door to the opium den But just as he reached the cor ner he beheld a disheartening sight. A cab was in front of Chinn Ling's place. A woman's form had been lifted into it and a man closely muffled followed. A half-dozen Chinamen went skurrying back into the laundry. "Hold!" yelled Old King Brady to the driver. "You are under arrest !" But he might as well have spared his breath. The cabby whipped up his horse and dashed away at full speed. The old detective made a vain pursuit. It was useless. The cab disappeared from view. That it contained Eva Small, dntgged and helpless, he was sure. The villains meant to transport her to a safer place Old King Brady was beside himself with chagrin and despai r. He was utterly at a loss to know what to do. He could see no use in now ransacking the opium dens beyond the necessity of arresting the proprietors. So when the hurry wagon arrived he explained to the police sergeant "Pull Chinn Ling's place, and Sam Wah's also. them in the Tombs and wait to hear from me." "All right, Old King Brady," agreed the sergeant. I Put "If you can find two rascals named Swift and Baretti, take them in also." "All right." "This opium business has got to be stopped. Chinatown harbors the worst den of crooks in this country." With this Old King Brady started in pursuit of the cab. He hired another cab, and the driver was sure that he knew the driver of the fugitive cab. "I know him, boss," he said. "His name is Sam Beals, and he works for the Metropolitan Company." "Well, in that case, I shall find him and have him brought up in court,'' declared Old King Brady. "He is crooked!" "Of course he is. Every man in the business knows that." Away went Old King Brady in pursuit of Beal's cab. But though he drove all night and explored all the upper part of New York, not a trace of Beals and his cab could be found. "Drive me to the cab company's office," said Old King Brady. "All right, sir." Some while later the old detective applied at the cab office. A man sat on a cab just outside the door.

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26 THE BRADYS AKD 'l'HE OPIU:l\f DENS. The superintendent appeared and listened to Old King rary. He grew deeply depressed when he heard the story Brady's story. told by Old King Brady. ''Beals? Why, yes, sir. He drives for this company. There he is on his cab yonder." A glance was enough. Old King Brady saw that it was not the same driver at all. 1fe was angry and disgusted. In this frame of mind he was driven back to Chinatown. Here he found that the laundries of Sam Wah and Chinn Ling were closed and the shutters drawn. All was exceedingly quiet in the neighborhood. Hardly a. Chinaman dared show his head out of doors. Old King Brady next went over to headquarters. got the whole outfit here," said the chief of police. "We found six fan-tan outfits and cleaned out four opium dens." "And the prisoners?" "Prisoners?" "Yes. Sam Wah and Chinn Ling were the ringleaders." The chief shook his head. "Not a Chinaman was found in any of the places," he said. "}lve did not succeed in making an arrest." Old King Brady gasped. ''Do you mean to say that they all got away?" "I'm airaid that's true." The old detective was stupefied. Then a sudden thought came to him. "By the way," he asked, "did you see anything of my partner about there?" "Young .King Brady?" "Yes." "No." "Queer!" muttered the old detective. "Give me a couple of officers." "What for?" "I'm going back there." ._ "You'll find nothing." "Perhaps not But I may. I know the place better than you. "Yery well." .o The chief assigned two officLrs. ');'ith them Old King Brady "ent back to Sam Wah's place. He forccu the door and entered. To every part of the establishment the old detective went. Then he went through Chinn Ling's place. He visited the death trap and the secret stairway. But he found nothing. He was completely mystified. For two days he haunted Chinatown But it resulted in nothing. He was wholly of! tp<' scent. The old detective was now much concerned as to Harry's fate. He feared that something evil had befallen the young de tective. In this extremity he visited Mr. Jonathan Small at the Fifth A venue Hotel. "So they have designs on my life?" said the millionaire. "I shall be on my guard. Oh, but I am dreadfully worried about my darling child." "Keep up good courage," said Old King Brady. "How can I when every day brings some discouraging re port?" "Still, I believe we are near the end of the case." "I can't see it." "But I can." "What are your reasons for thinking that?" "Well, in the first place, you must admit that broken up the opium dens." "Yes, that is true." "In the next place, the villains have been to change their plans. There is bound to be disaffection tween them sooner or later." "Do you believe that?" "I do." Mr. Small was much encouraged. "Yet," he said, dubiously, "Eva is yet in their hanru. She is by no means out of harm's way." "I will admit that," agreed Old King Brady. "But be fore she can come to harm we shall hope to have effected her rescue." "Would that it might be done!" "I think it can." "But your partner--" Old King Brady's face clouded. He was truly worried about Harry. He could not understand why he did not hear from him. He knew that the young detective was usually able to take care of himself. But he feared harm had come to him despite this. Just at this moment, however, a boy entered the lobby of the hotel with a telegram. The clerk pointed Old King Brady out and the messenger approached him. "\\'hat is this?" asked the old detective. "Be you Old King Brady?" uYcs.'' "Message for you." "Ah! Let's have it. Old King Brady signed the book. Then he opened the envelope. He glanced at the message. That was enough. A cry of joy escaped his lips. .. "Ilurrah !" he shouted "It's all right! to win!" Mr. Small was excited We are bouml "What's that?" he asked. "What ha happened now?" "Read that," said Olcl King Brady, handing him the message The millionaire read as follows: The millionaire received the old detective with mani-r "J.Al\!ES BRADY, Fifth Avenue Hotel. festations of extreme delight. But this was, only tempo"I am safe here at Plattsburg. Come as quick as you

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THE BRADYS AND THE OPIU:.\1 DENS. 27 can. I have tracked the birds and they are seeking a hiding place in the woods. Yours hastily, "HARRY BRADY." A great load was lifted from the minds of the detective and the millionaire. CHAPTER XV. WHICH ENDS THE STORY Old King Brady felt like dancing. He was supremely delighted. ''That boy is all right!" he declared. "I am proud of him!" "He is your protege?" "I am beginning to think that I shall have to accept him as a teacher." '' Ah indeed !" ''VVhy, only think what he has done. He has accomplished what I have easily failed to do." "That is to his credit.'' We left Young King Brady in a dubious position in the opium den. He was apparently hemmed in on all sides. Swift was at the staircase Emerson and the count were between him and the door. Certainly it all looked very serious But the young detective was not one to lose nerve or courage. Quick as a flash he started for Swift. He knew that he must make a dash for it. And he stood a much better chance against one man than two. So he selected Swift. The villain's back was turned as Harry made his assault. Like an avalanche he descended upon the villain. Tie caught him by the shoulders and hurled him the whole length of the room. Swift went crashing into the hangings. Tie emitted a yell of warning, but before he could disenhimself Harry was on the spira l staircase. Then a maddened yell went up. Both Emers on and Baretti came rushing in pursuit. Crack Crack Two shots r::'mg out. The bullets went wide, however, and Harry the landing above Fierce were the cries of Emerson and Baretti. They were intended to arouse all in the opium dens. "It's the cursed detective!" "Kill him !" "Don't let him escape!" Thus the cries went up. Harry clashed through the secret door into the room be yond. As he did so he beard steps coming up from the other stairs below. He was caught between two fires. Capture seemed inevitable. But the young detective was bound to make a good bid for his life. He dashed into the corridor and turned to the right. At this moment Old King Brady was on the roof with his fair charge. I Harry had kept on to the top of the house he would certainly have fallen in with the old detective. But as he reached the foot of the stairs he heard doors open above. He was cut off again. The young detective acted upon impulse and darted into a dark hole under the stairs. Here he crouched breathlessly. Meanwhile the three villains had come tearing up from the den below. They mef a gang o.f Chinamen who had come up the other way. "Did you meet him?" asked Emerson. "No slce anybody," replied Sam Wah, who was one of them. "You didn't?" "No." "Then he's gone to the roof." Up the stairs to the roof the wliole gang went. Thus Harry was the innocent cause of the pursuit of Old King Brady. But he had diverted it from himself. As soon as he was assured that the coast was clear, he descended to the court below. But here he was obliged to remain in hiding again. Chinamen were in the alley, evidently as sentries. So Harry kept low. It was while waiting thus, though, that he saw Emer son descend carrying Eva Small in his arms. The villain assisted her into the cab and drove away Bnt Harry, lurking in the shadows, caught the order. "Burke's wharf, East river !" At an unobserved moment the young detective dodged out and sped after the cab. When the cab reached the pier in question, it was some while before Harry got along. But the young detective learned that a small boat with a man and drunken woman in it had left on a course up the river toward the Sound. Then Harry step by step tracked the escaping villains to Bridgeport. Thence by degrees he tracked them to Plattsburg. He learned their purpose here. This was to seek refuge in the Adirondack fastnesses, and also he learned the exact point they intended to make for. This was a camp in the wilds lmown as Red Joe's. It was on a little island in a lake deep in the heart of the hills. Here Emerson proposed to keep the abducted girl in cap tivity until she could be forced to marry him. It was at this juncture that Harry telegraphed Old King Brady. The old detective lost no time. He started at once for the depot and boarded a train for Plattsburg. When he reached that little town in the northern part o{ the State he was just in time to join Ilarry in his pursuit of the

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28 THE BRA DYS AND T H E OPIUl.f DENS. I think we shall r ound the game up this time," declared the young detective "You do?" "Yes." "We ll I hope so," said Old King Brady "You have done yourself proud, Harry." "Pshaw I have only done what it came in my way to do.'' Harry had procured a horse and carriage, which he had hired for an u nlimited time. The two detectives drove out of Plattsburg in the early morning. It was not difficult to trace the villains, for a clew was obtained at every roadside hotel or stopping place The t\1ree men with the quiet young lady were well re membered. The detectives came up with the gang in the very depth s of the forest. The highway bad grown narrow and bush grown. Sud denly they rounded a bend in the road, .and Harry cried : "There they are !" Just ahead it was easy to see a large covered carriage, to which two horses were attached. Harry put the whip on his horse. Old King Brady drew a brace of revolvers Both detectives knew that the tugof war was at hand. At this moment a cross-roads was reached. The team ahead came to a stop, as if the inmates were undecided as to what road to take. "Now !" whispered Old King Brady. "Uun alongside of them, Harry." The young detective obeyed. The startled trio of villains had just time to turn their heads wh e n the buggy was ranged alongside Old King Brady covered them with his revolvers. "Hands up!" he shouted. "Your rig is run!'' Curses and threatening cries burst from the astonished ruffians Bu.t the sight of the pistol muzzles was potent. They did not dare go against them. "Handcuff them, Harry," said Old King Brady. The young detP-ctive leaped out to obey this command. Agair;st the cushions of the rear seat leaned Eva Small in a stupefied state. She did not compr ehend what wa s going on. Harry leaped into the other carriage and quickly hand cuffed Baretti But Emerson, whose face was deadly pale, gave a defiant cry : "By Jupiter I'll not be taken alive !" he cried. "Listen to what I have to say!" "Well, say it quick," said Old King Brady "I want to know what you propose to do with us?" "They'll jug us, of course, you cursed fool !" cried Swift, "and all on account of this cursed woman I to l d you there was no luck in it." ''That's my affair, curse ye !" cried Emerson, savagely. "I owe you nothing !" "In answer to your question," said Harry, "we shall turn you over to the l aw. It is f o r the courts t o decide what your punishment will be." "If we'll give up the girl, w ill you l et us go?" "That hardly seems necessary." "Why?" "You and the girl are ours already.'' "Not by a l ong shot!" yelled Emerson, as he made an a te mpt to leap out of the carriage. But Harry, quick as flash, caught his arm and pulled him back. Almost before Emerson knew it the handcuffs were him. Swift made no resistance. The three villains were handcuffed together after this. Harry turned the team about and got into it to drive Old King Brady drove behind with the single team. And thus they journeyed back to Plattsburg. The chase was ended The great opium den case had reached its termination. The Bradys had covered themselves with glory. They were certainly entitled to a great deal of praise and credit for their plucky work Sam Wah and Chinn Ling were arrested later and also taken to the Tombs. T h e opium den case came u p a l ittle later and Emerson received a sentence of fifteen years The other two vil l ains were sentenced for eight years each. They were out of criminal society b' a while at least The Chinamen got good sentences. The affair was .'l warning to the crooks of Chinatown not soon forgotten. The case and its solution won fresh fame for the Bradys Jonathan Sma 11_ paid them a large reward for the safe return to him of his beloved daughter Eva. He returned to his country home and was troubled no furthe r by crooks. The Brady s however, were quicldy ab sorbed i1J. the exciting details of another case, which we will leave to a future story to te ll. And this w ill finish the story of "The Bradys and the Opium Dens." THE END. Read the next number (57) of "Secret Service," entitle d THE BRADYS DOWN EAST; OR, THE MYSTERY OF A COUNTRY TOWN. By a New York Detective SPECIAL NOTICE! All back numbers of this library are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York, and you will receive the copies you by return mail.

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ECR_ET SERVICE. O L D AND YOUNG KIN G BRADY, DETECTIVES. ho has not heard of "Old King Brady," the celebrated detective, who has unravmore mysteries than any sleuth ever heard of? In the series of stories to be lished in SECRET SERVICE, he will be assisted by a y oung man known as ng King Brady,'' whose only aim in life is t o excel Old King Brady" in workup dangerous cases and running the criminals to earth. How well he does so be fully explained i n the f ollowing stories published in ECRET SERVICE. PRICE 5 CENTS. 32 PACES. Colored Covers. The Black Band; or, The Two King Bradys Against a Hard Gang. An Interesting Detective Story. Told by the Ticker; or, The Two King Bradys on a Wall Street Case. The Bradys After a Million; or, Their Chase to Save an Heiress. The Bradys' Great Bluff; or, A Bunco Game that Failed to Work. In and Out; or, The Two King Bradys on a Lively Chase. The Bradys' Hard Fight; or, After the Pullman Car Crooks. Case Number Ten; or, The Bradys and the Private Asy lum Fraud. The Bradys' Silent Search; or, Tracking the Deaf and Dumb Gang. The Maniac Doctor; or, Old and Young King Brady in Peril. Held at Bay; or, The Bradys on a Baffling Case. Miss Mystery, the Girl from Chicago; or, Old and Young King Brady on a Dark Trail. The Bradys' Deep Game; or, Chasing the Society Crooks. Hop Lee, the Chinese Slave Dealer; or, Old and Young King Brady and the Opium Fiends. The Bradys in the Dark; or, The Hardest Case of All. The Queen of Diamonds; or, The Two King Bradys' Treas ure Case. The Bradys on Top; or, The Great River Mystery. The Missing Engineer; or, Old and Young King Brady and The Lightning Express. The Bradys' Fight For a Life; or, A Mystery Hard to Solve. The Bradys' Best Case; or, Tracking the River Pirates. The Foot in the Frog; or, Old and Young King Brady and the Mystery of the Owl Train. The Bradys' Hard Luck; or, Working Against Odds. Issued Weekly. 30 Old and Young King Bradys' Battle; or, Bound to Win Their Case. 31 The Bradys' Race Tra-ck Job; or, Crooked Work Among Jockeys. 32 Found in the Bay; or, The Bradys on a Great Murder Mystery. 33 The Bradys in Chicago; or, Solving the Mystery of the Lake Front. 34 The Bradys' Great Mistake; or, Shadowing the Wrong Man. 35 The Bradys and the Mail Mystery; or, Working for the Government. 36 The Bradys Down South; or, The Great Plantation Mys-tery. 37 The House in the Swamp; or, The Bradys' Keenest Work. 38 The Knock-out-Drops Gang; or, the Bradys' Risky Venture. 39 The Bradys' Close Shave; or, Into the Jaws of Death. 40 The Bradys' Star Case; or, Working for Love and Glory. 41 The Bradys in 'Frisco; or, A Three Thousand Mile Hunt. 42 The Bradys and the Express Thieves; or, Tracing the Package Marked "Paid." 43 The Bradys' Hot Chase; or, After the Horse Stealers. 44 The Bradys' Great Wager; or, The Queen of Little Monte Carlo. 45 The Bradys' Double Net; or, Catching the Keenest of Criminals. 16 The Man in the Steel Mask; or, The Bradys' Work for a Great Fortune. 17 The Bradys and the Black Trunk; or, Working a Silent Clew. -18 Going It Blind; or, The Bradys' Good Luck. 49 The Bradys Balked; or, Working up Queer Evidence. iiO Against Big Odds; or, The Bradys' Great Stroke. 51 The Bradys and the Forger; or, Tracing theN. G. Check. 52 The Bradys' Trump Card; or, Winning a Case by Bluff. 53 The Bradys and the Grave Robbers; or, Tracking the Cemetery Owls. The Bradys Baffled; or, In Hearch of the Green Goods Men. The Opium King; or, The Bradys' Great Chinatown Case. 5<1 The Bradys in Wall Street; or, A Plot to Steal a Million. The Girl From Boston; or, Old and Young King Brady on The Bradys and the Missing Boy; or, The Mystery of School No. 6. 55 The Bradys Behind the Scenes; or, The Great 'I'heatrical Case. a Peculiar Case. The Bradys and the Shoplifters; or, Hard Work on a Dry Goods Case. Zig Zag the Clown; or, The Bradys' Great Circus Trail. The Bradys Out West; or, Winning a Hard Case. Atter the Kidnappers; or, The Bradys on a False Clue !i6 The Bradys and the Opium Dens; or, Trapping the Crooks of Chinatown. 37 The Bradys Down East; or, The Mystery of a Country Town. 58 Working for the Treasury; or, The Braciys and the Bank Burglars. For sal e by ali newsdealers o r will be sent to a n y address on receipt of ptice, 5 cents. Address FRANK TOUSEY, "'(J:n.io:n. Sq -u..are, Publisher, :NT'evv '"Y'ork.

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