In and out; or, Two King Bradys on a lively chase

In and out; or, Two King Bradys on a lively chase

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In and out; or, Two King Bradys on a lively chase
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Secret service, Old and Young King Brady, detectives
Doughty, Francis Worcester d. 1917
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Frank Tousey
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L5 ======--=---=: R Ot. o AND lJuNG K1Nc BRADY. DcrEcnvE s. Weekly-By S;UO per yewr. Entered as Second Cla ss .lliatter at t ile New York Post Jl'ra11k Tousey NEW YORK, FEBRUARY 1899. Priee 5 .Cents.


AND YOUNG KING BRADY,. DETECTIVES. Isaued Weekly-By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Class Matter at t'!-e Ne'!' York, N. Y., Post Office. Entered according to A.ct of Congresa, in the year 1899, in the ojJlce of the Librarian ,,f Congresa, Washington, D. C., by Frank Tousey , 29 West 26th St., New Y orJc. NEW YORK, FEBRUARY 24, 1899. Price 5 Cents HOWARD WAL KER.-.:92 WCONCRI SS ST IN AND> OUT; .. . --, ........ TWO KING BRAD Y S ON A LIVELY CHASE A N E XCIT ING D ETECTIVE STORY BY A NEW YORK DETECTIVE. CHAPTER I. THE MESSENGER :MYSTERY. said President Chase, of the great People's IN York City, tilting back in his chair after a l g's work at his desk, c1take this order to CashUie will give you one million dollars in curit in your leather bag and bring it to me:'' ; sir." s, the long time trusted messenger of -the Peo owed and left the president's private office. an ordinary request which he had received .. s before he had executed the same sort of an ever when the amount in currency was quite e office and went to the cashier's desk in the f the bank. proule was an old and trusted employe. s assistant. ways filled his place of trust with the confi bank's directors and the esteem of its customd the order from President Chase with the long experience. ion in currency," he said in a reflective man own, Jarvis. It will take some time." losed the cashier's window, leaving the file -of e the rail to call at the assistant cashier's win he called two of the clerks. Dunn," he said sharply; "come with me!" lerks complied. Into the great time-locked safe the three went. When they came out they carried packages of bank notes. These were of very high denomination, one thousand dol lar bills being the lowest These were cast upon an oaken table and the task of counting begun. It is no slight job to count over the respectable sum of one million dollars. It was nearly an hour before the 9ashier and his clerks had finished. All this while Tom Jarvis had waited patiently. Then the cashier deposited the bank notes in the g reat leather bag and placed his wax seal on the back. Jarvis then started for the bank president's office. The wax seal cleared the cashier and his clerks. It also, on being rendered to Mr. Chase unbroken, cleared Jarvis at that stage of the game. Now the bank president was a man of scrupulous exact-'. ness. He caused Tom Jarvis to seat himself while he broke the cashier's sea l and counted the banlC notes himself. He found the amount correct. Then he closed -the bag and placed his own seal o n the lock. He passed the bag over to Jarvis, saying: "Take this bag of currency and this letter to Heide l bach, Ickelheimer & Co., in Wall street. They will give you a receipt for the same against that amount in gold, which they will return to us as soon as possible. We want 'the gold for foreign exchange. You understand ?" "All right, sir," said Jarvis, shouldering the bag "I will bring you a receipt." From time it has been the ustom of ba.ak-


2 IN AND OUT. ing houses to send money and valuable papers back and forth thro:rrgh the crowded streets oi the city by personal messenger. mining the motive. Then they followed it up at least-with successful deductions which surely the criminal to justice. When you go through Wall or Broad or any other great banking street and mecl a man with a leather bag under his arm or over his shoulders you majr safely wager that he is a bank messenger and that he carries a large sum of There are plenty of theorists in all kinds of tr have But the detective theorist is like the fungi o keen money. Seldom does a loss occur. summer rain which springs up in a night and ov everything. The newspapers, of course, were out with all stories. Reporters, claiming priority of discove There are on record cases of the absconding of the mes credit for their respective newspapers, were del or a n senger or his attempted holdup, but they are few. all sorts of theories. Usually the money goes safely and everything is all But all was theory. right. Not one fact was evolved beyond that first es These messengers are usually sharp, practical men. They know the trust reposed in them and take in executing it. So President Chase delivered the bag containing the that Tom Jarvis with one million dollars in cur 'There disappeared in broad daylight on the most crow ly. Ye oughfare of New York, and left not so much as a o Brad behind him. "The '] million dollars ip. currency to Tom Jarvis without a sec-The cable was worked to foreign countries. ond thought or the least tremor of apprehension. Yard detectives haunted the wharves of Liverpoo Now Tom took the bag nonchalantly and threw it over Thames. his shoulder. East, west, north and south the telegraph He walked out of the private office. working. He passed out of the bank. Night and day men panted and struggled and He was lost to sight in the crowd which surged up and planned and plotted and theorized and guessed. down Broadway. But in vain. And that was the last ever seen of Tom Jarvis, bank People scanned the papers every morning an messenger, by any in that bank. extras during the day. Interest was at fever h He dropped from sight as effectually as if swallowed up An attempt was made to trace the lost milli in the earth or dissolved into nothingness. numbers on the bank notes greenbacks. But N <' living person could be found who had seen him on absurd. The numbers could not be recalled. ,,__the street or anywhere after that. Then news of arrests came in. A startling and powerful mystery Men from far parts of the .country were That was what it became. even held in prison. New York never knew a greater. But in eyery case they were proved not guil Tom was not missed until closing hour at the bank. passed. D s beca:irie weeks and weeks months. Then it was recalled that lie had not returned. Inquiry Tom Jar 1s and tbe million s eemed to have was made. forever into space. A was sent in hot haste to Heidelbach & The People's Bank did not assign, nor even s Ickelheimer's. The news he brought nearly prostrated Mr. the directors were wealthy men and pledged Chase. to' make good the loss. Jarvis had not been there. But not for a: moment was the effort abated It What did it mean? the lost million. The first and naturai conclusion was that he had fled President Chase was nearly prostrated. with the million for some foreign land He grew pale and haggard and thin. Every In such a case it would no doubt be possible to trace the bank suffered from the fearful strain. him and he would be sure sooner or later to be arrested. Great excitement reigned at the bank. The loss of one million dollars in one day was a shock which any bank must feel. For a time matters were seri ous. The bank's doors were closed for that day to all but the clerks and the officers. Everything possible was don:e. Central office detectives came out in a legion and spread themselves everywhere. Every possible clew was followed. Outgoing steamers were boarded, as were trains watched and every suspicious man was shadowed. There were detectives who called themselves "motive men," who never undertook aiiy case without first deterMany depositors were frightened away and business began to decrease._ Affairs were growi At this ju.cture President Chase, bY, the friends, consulted the Secret Service detectives. This highest branch of detective service in States contained many bright and shrewd men. The chief of the Secret Service listened cal Chase's tale. Then he said quietly: "My dear sir, many of our detectives are work on this case." "I am glad to hear that," cried the bank m trust they will be successful." "At any moment they may strike the scent "I await with impatience such 'Yes." Pre$id "His DI esh an own al1 "Old a Uy. "l e ?" "Are "Cert


IN AND OUT. 3 I hope you will not wait in vain." "But, to tell the truth, am not hopeful." "Pshaw!" said the chief. "More puzzling cases than s have been solved in a very short time. We have some ry keen men." "Who do you consider the most valuable man in the nited States to-day to put on this case?" Mr. Chase ask l d the question seriously. The chief looked up quickly. For a moment he was nonplussed. Then he nodded his ad. "I can tell you." "I shall be glad to hear." "There are two men who work together very success lly. You may have heard of them. They are called the o Bradys." "The Two Bradys?" "Yes." Chase studied a m oment. "The name of Brady is familiar,'' he said. "Where have eard it before? Oh, I recall. There was a famous de tive who went by the name of Old King Brady." "Just so!" "Is he one of them?" "He is. His companion is a young protege, who is rcely inferior to James Brady himself, and to whom e old detective has imparted his valuable secret methods. e will yet be the old man's successor." Mr. Chase .was interested. "And what is this young detective's name?" he asked. "His name is Brady, just the same, though he is nof a esh and blood relative. He is called Harry Brady, and own also as Young King Brady." "Old and Young King Brady," said Mr. Chase thought lly. "I wonder if they would consent to undertake this e ?'' CHAPTER II. THE MAN IN BLUE GOGGLES. The bank president looked interrogatively at the chief. The latter bowed pleasantly. ''I have no doubt they would," he said, "but--" "What?" "I do not know where they are at this mo ent." "That is unfortunate. Doubtless they have heard of e disappearance of Jarvis?" "Without doubt." ''I don't see how they could help being interested." "No, nor is it likely. If I could only locate them it ould be an easy matter, I think, to induce them to un ertake the case." "Are they not apt to turn up at any moment?" "Certainly." "I will put a personal in a newspaper which they will see-" "No," said the chief emphatically. "That is the worst thing you could do. Old King Brady is a remarkable man, but he is also very eccentric. He would not be at all. pleased to have you do You had better leave the matter in my hands and I will see him at the first oppor. tunity. He generally shows up here whenever a case as important as this turns up." "Very well,'' said Mr. Chase, rising. "I leave all with you. Do the best you can." "I certainly will." The bank president departed. As he emerged from the building he almost ran into a man of peculiar appearance. He was tall and strongly built, but German whiskers adorned his chin and he wore dark blue goggles. "I beg your pardon, sir," he said in a voice which was tinged with a slight foreign accent. "Mine is the offence, sir,,, declared Mr. Chase. "Pardon me." As Mr. Chase went bri s kly along the street the man in blue goggles turned and watched him. Then he followed him. He was like an adroit shadow, being alway11 behind the banker, but never revealing himself. Mr. Chase never realized that he was being followed. He had not the slightest idea of it. Mr. Chase made his way directly to the People's Bank. A long file of people were at the door. They were depositors. The door was barred and the cashier stood behind it with some excited men who wished to enter. As the bank president appeared they turned to him. "How is this?" cried one of "Our is in this bank subject to check. It is past the hour for open. ing and we cannot do business until we are able to draw our funds. Has the bank suspended?" "By no means," replied Mr. Chase. "The bank is all right and sound, but our clerks have not yet got through balancing as a result of the loss of one dollars by our messenger, and which amount our foreign exchanges have held us accountable for." "For that we are not to blame," persisted the depositor. ''We want our money, and must have it !" "And you shall have it just as soon as we are able to pay it over our counter," declared President Chase. "This bank is perfectly solvent. Have no fear." His words seemed to reassure some, but not all. Loud murmuring was heard and the crowd surged against the bank doors. The cashier, through the glass, made a sign to Mr. Chase. It was evident that the bank president could not enter the place by means of that door. The man with the blue goggles was on the opposite side of the street in the shadow of a doorway. He was watching not Mr. Chase now, but another man who hovered on the verge of the crowd.


4 IN AND OUT. This man was tall and endowed with a hawk-like cast of features. His collar was turned up and the brim of his hat pulled down. ()ne hand was kept constantly in his coat pocket. Mr. Chase had understood the signal the cashier. It panther. Around the court both men went in a deadly struggle. But the man in goggles was the winner. He crushed the would-be murderer to the pavement and held him there. was : Then, quick as a flash, he had handcuffed him and also "Come to the rear entrance.''tied his ankles. He lay powerless on the stone flagging. By turning the corner of Broadway into the cross street Then the man in goggles ran to assist the wounded at the end of the bank building there was to be found a banker. But Mr. Chase had crept to the rear steps of the door. bank and was sitting there. This opened into a passage whic:h led into an enclosed He was pallid and faint. area or court back of the bank. But he was conscious. Here steps led up to the bank's rear entrance. The de"You are badly hurt," said the man with blue goggles. positors knew nothing of this fact. "But your life is saved, and you may be thankful." Mr. Chase, therefore, did not attempt to enter the bank "Who are you, and whti is that fellow?" asked Mr. Chase by the front entrance. He extricated himseV from the faintly. throng and then turned into the side street. "That fellow is a thug and a murderer known as It did not take him long to enter the passage by means Ellis. Yo.u will appear against him and send him to Sing of the side door. Sing. See?" It was an entrance to the area used by tenants of other buildings which enclosed the court also. Mr. Chase disappeared into the passage. He had hardly done so when a man glided up to the door and slid in after him. It was the tall man with the hawk-like features. His hand was withdrawn from his coat pocket as he did so. It held a leaden slungshot. One man saw this. It was the man with blue goggles. He was right behind the fellow, and as he vanished into the passage he went noiselessly after liim. He was not a moment too soon. The tall man was a would-be murderer. His intended victim was President Chase of the People's Bank. As Mr. Chase emerged into the court he heard a swish. ing sol.ind behind him and the slight scraping of feet. He turned quickly. And as he did so horror froze his heart and held him for an instant motionless and powerless. He saw a man with the features of a maniac rushing upon him with a slungshot, apparently with the purpose of murdering him. Mr. Chase was not a cowardly man. He was an army veteran and had faced death unflinch ingly. But at that moment he was warranted in a species of hopeless terror. The attack was so sudden and so swift that he was unable to hardly make a defence. The next moment the unknown was upon him. The slungshot came down with fearful force. But it was instinct which prompted Mr. Chase to throw up his arm. The leaden missile struck the forearm instead of the skull. Every bone was crushed, but the bank president's life was saved. For behind the would-be assassin came swifter even than he the man with the blue goggles. He was upon the assassin with the force and agility of a "Yes, yes,'' repeated the banker. "Oh, will you call medical aid ?" The man in blue goggles sprung up the bank steps. He pounded on the door. The cashier came hastily to it. As he swung it open the man in blue goggles pointed to Mr. Chase and to Red Ellis: "Get a surgeon at once. Send in an ambulance call and ring the police alarm. Be lively !" Now in the bank there was an ambulance call, as well as a police signal. The cashier ran to pull them. When he returned to the courtyard the man in blue goggles was gone. Mr. Chase speedily explained matters to the cashier, however. Then came the police. They instantly took the handcuffed prisoner, Red Ellis, away in the patrol wagon. The ambulance surgeons cared for Mr. Chase and placed his arm in splints. Then he was driven home. Half an hour later all the newspapers in New York had the story. And it created intense excitement. Mr. Chase, president of the People's Bank, had been set upon by Red Ellis, one of the worst thugs in Gotham, and nearly killed. What did it mean? What was the purpose of Ellis ? These were the questions on every tongue. Was there any connection between this and the million dollar robbery? If so, what was the connection? Why should Ellis seek to assassinate Mr. Chase? Was he the tool of others ? Had he been employed to do the deed? His motive could hardly have been robbery in so public a place. Revenge seemed out of the question, for Mr. Chase had never come across him before in all his life. Nor did he have an enemy, to the best of his knowledge. Surely here was a mystery. The police were baffled.


IN AND OUT. 5 :But what puzzled them the most was another matter. Mr. Chase's life had been saved, by his own story, by a strange man who wore blue goggles. And that man had disappeared before the officers ar rived. He claimed no credit nor no reward for his brave deed. But he had vanished as mist before the morning sun. The best of efforts did not result in finding a trace of him or of inducing him to come forward. Red Ellis was very obdurate and very sullen and would not talk. He remained morose and non-committal all through brief trial, which resulted in his commitment to Sing Sing for fifteen years. The police were glad to get Ellis behind bars. But this did not solve the mystery. Nor was anything found to throw light upon the mys terious disappearance of Tom Jarvis and the million dol lars in currency. In vain detectives scour!!d the co1!ntry. They returned with only one thing. Nothing! Mr. Chase offered a substantial reward. Everything possible was done to bring the affair to light. The People's Bank had now straightened out its affairs. Its resources proved equal to its losses and JlO receiver was needed. Its depositors regained confidence. But one question now occupied the minds of the public as well as the police. Many believed that its solution meant the entire revelation of the mystery, which was the deepest known in Gotham for y e ars. This question was : Who was the man with the blue goggles? CHAPTER III. THE TWO HOBOES. One hour after the capture of Red Ellis and the inci dents described as transpiring in the courtyard back of the People's Bank, a man of remarkable appearance made his way with long strides down Park Place from Broadway. Few who met him refrained from turning their heads and gazing after him. Arid a number eould have told" you his name snd much about him. He was tall and powerfully built He was an old man, as his snow-white hair, closely cut, would attest, but his strong features, cast in an iron mould, his elastic step and bearing proved him young in purpose if not in years. He wore a blue coat tightly buttoned and a broad brimmed white felt hat Old King Brady, the greatest sleuth New York had ever known, was the name by which this famous man was known. James Brady, he always signed himself in modest fash ion. In nothing was he ostentatious. But the haunts of crime, of vice and of depravity knew him well. No greater scavenger of the criminal class ever set foot on the pavements of the great metropolis. Old King Brady strode down Park Place until he reached the elevated station of the Sixth avenue line of cars. Hs ascended these steps and paid his way onto the plat form. A train boomed up to the landing. But the old detective did not board it. Another and another came. Then the guard cried : "Harlem train! Express for Harlem!" Old King Brady looked at his watch. It was six minutes of four. Without hesitation he stepped aboard the train. He passed into the car. In one of the seats there was a young man of appearance almost as remarkable as Old King Brady himself. He affected something of the same style of dress, wear ing the same kind of hat. But his coat fitted better and his general appearance partook more of the spick and span characteristics of youthful pride. Old King Brady sat down beside him as if he had ex pected to find him in just that place at just that time. "Well, Harry," he said in a low tone of voice, "we have yet some daylight left." Harry Brady, for it was really the young detective him self, replied as guardedly: "Yes. I think we can accomplish something yet before dark." It was evident that the two detectives had some work cut out before them "You have the letter?" "Y:" es." "Let me see it." Nobody was in the seat next to Old King Brady. The younger detective drew from his pocket a bit of paper. He gave it to Old King Brady. Then it was seen that fragments of a letter had been pieced together and pasted on a larger sheet of paper. These fragments contained what might have been hieroglyphics to the ordinary eye. But both the handwriting experts. They had easily deciphered the torn epistle. Thus it read : "DEAR CoN.-The durned perleece is affer mee like a streek an' I hev gut tew git outen Nu York. Thares a cribb up onter ther Hudson River trak in ther cutt these syde of Spiten Dyvil. Yew know howe ter gitt thare. Kum upp an' we will hev a tork about biznis. Yoo kno' whut. Kum Toosdy about 5 clock an' I will mete you at ther trane. Yures in haiste, JAKE SHAFER."


6 IN AND OUT. Old King Brady rea this epistle closely and carefully. It was all there, despite the torn fragments. He was silent and thoughtfu!.,for some while after reading it. He a few notes in his notebook. Then he gave the letter back to Young King Brady. "One of this gang won't be there," he said laconically. "Who?" asked Young King Brady. "Red Ellis !" "r:r:he deuce! Where is he?" "At headquarters." "They've got him ?" "Yes." Young King Brady seemed But the old detective looked about the car, then whis pered something in his ear. The younger detective's face brightened. "Good !" he cried. "I'm glad of it!" "Q"p town meanwhile the train had been flying. The in termediate stations to One Hundred and Fourth street had been passed. The two detectives looked from the high trestle down upon the plains of Harlem. Soon they were alighting at the end of the road. Then a cob-train was taken over to High Bridge. Here they got out and stood a while on the station platform. After a while they began to leisurely walk up the rail road track. A train came flying along and passed them. They plodded on, however, not stopping at any station to take a It was a long walk. But when they finally came to a cut in a ledge through which the road ran, and which afforded them a secure and secluded spot from observation, they stopped. Old King Brady drew from his pockets certain nonde script articles. There was a wig and a short beard, cosmetics and dyes and a woolen cap. He placed a pocket mirror in a niche of the ledge and .began work. Young King Brady did the same. Both were adepts in the matter of disguise. In less time than it takes to tell it they had completely metamor phosed their appearance. By turning their coats inside out, applying a few in genious patches and making up their faces with cosmetics, donning the wigs and stubby beards,_ they became as pretty a pair of precious hoboes as one would care to meet in a day's travel. "There," cried Old King Brady, "I am Ticklish Tim, and you--" "I am Hungry Pete," replied Young King Brady with a laugh. ''We'll do well to keep out of the hands of the selectmen of any of the country towns we pass through." "I think we can fool the gang." ''Well, I reckon !" "Come on!" Again they tramped on. Walking railroad sleepers is not the most enlivening oc-cupation in the world. But the detectives were persevering, and in due reached the station at Spuyten Duyvil. People were on the platform waiting for a train as they came along. It is needless to say that the two hoboes at once attracted attention. The well-bred people smiled and stared, others laughed out loud, and the rou,gher element whistled and jeered. It is deemed a privilege always by this class to heap per sonal abuse on the hobo or the luckless Chinee who chances to come their way. The detectives, however, kept on, coolly and uncon But they were hardly' past the station when King Brady whispered: "Did you. see him?" ... "Who?" } "The Hindoo !" .. "Hodji Singh?" "Yes." "Where was he ?" "On the platform. I think we had better watch him. Ah, here is a drink for us !" In -an outcropping ledge by the railroad track bubbling spring. A tin dippex hung by it. The two hoboes paused to trifle with this. "Do you see him now?" "The tall ch.ap in black?" "Yes." "He looks a veritable Mephistopheles. What do you sppose he is waiting there for-a train?" Old King Brady shook his head. "No," he replied. "You can see now." The tall, dark individual with the slouch hat and cloak had stepped down from the platform and was walking swiftly up the track. The two hoboes affected not to notice him as he ap proached. But just before he came up, without looking at him, they swung out upon the railroad track. For more than a mile they walked in front of the dark man. Indeed he seemed much disinclined to pass them. But Old King Brady held a pocket mirror, with which he could see every movement of the tall Hindoo. For such he was. In New York the Hindoo palmist and magician, Hodji Singh, was known and somewhat famed as a strange man. A man of mystery. Where he came from or what his past no one knew. He had rooms on Sixth avenue, where his sign read: "Rajah, Hodji Singh. Holder of the secrets of Nir vana. Indian necromancer and palmist. Horoscopes furnished by the ancient Hindoo method, the only reliable on earth." Many were his gullible customers. Rich was the har vest he reaped among the credible and credulous class who believed in such matters as second-sight and clairvoyancy. In common with all of his class, he claimed to be: "The seventh son of the seventh son." One thing was certain.


IN AND OUT. 7 A more adroit rogue, a more unscrupulous villain, a more thorough impostor, could not be found from sun to sun. Such was Hodji Singh. No wonder then: that the d e tectives kept a close watch on him and wondered what his business was up this way. Hodji Singh kept along slowly in the rear of the de. tectives. The two hoboes affected not to know that he was in their rear. They plodded along slowly . Suddenly they halted. They appeared to be searching for something in the sand of the railroad track. There was nothing now for the Hin!l9o: but to pass them. he. came along at a swifter walk and went past them. J The eagle eyes of the detectives scrutinized him. No detail aped them. t}:re Hindoo passed them he fl.ashed a critical glance at them. But it was plain that he was not disposed to regard them .)'. with suspicion, but only as a couple of dusty, travel-stamed ()ad wanderers. But he had not gone a dozen yards when Old King Blla

IN AND OUT. Hodji was satisfied now. He believed he had secured a couple of tools whom he could trust. All his doubts were removed. He looked back down the track toward the station. A train had whistled. Its headlight could be seen far down the track. It was already slowing up at the station. "Here," he sa1d hurriedly, "get over this ledge and lie quietly here a short while. You'll see the chaps who:i I want you to put out of the way." Hodji climbed the steep rocks and crouched down behind some boll'lders. The detectives did the same. It as.if the game was playing right into their hands. Matters were coming their way. So far as present success went they could be said to be right "in it." But they were destined speedily \o find that this was to be only a temporary source of gratification, and at the next turn in affairs they would be "out of it." They were entering upon w _hat might be called the greatest "in and out" case which it ever fell to the lot of detect ives to unravel. With this single and explanatory announcement, let us "'on with the story." Hodji and the two disguised detectives continued to remain crouching behind the boulders in the railroad cut. The train stopped at the station. People got off. Then the train came on and passed through the cut at a good rate of speed. The sffipke cleared away and Hodji cried: "Ah! you can see!" He pointed down the Two men had just left the station and were coming up the track In due course they reached a point directly opposite the watchers. They were plainly recognizable. One was the thick-set, burly fellow, Con Sheehan, and the dark-visaged, snah.7 villain, :ra-cob Shafer, known to the police both of them as the most expert cracksmen and bank-breakers in America. The Hindoo's eyes were like a serpent's as he scrutinized the two villains. The detectives were impressed. Villainy against villainy. That was the precise case; It was hard to say which was the greaier villain. But Sheehan and Black Jake now passed through the cut. "You see them!" whispered the Hindoo. "Well, keep an eye on them. They are the chaps we want." Hungry Pete gave a grunt. ''Wall," he said, "what is the move?" ''We'll shadow them," said Hodji. "They will soon leave the track." This proved true. The two cracksmen left the track presently and passed through a thicket and into a wooded dell near the river. Down in this, and built against the rocky ledge of a hi was a small shanty. Its shutters were closely drawn and its door bar:recl; But Sheehan and Black Jake both went boldly up to. th door and unbarred it. They entered the cabin. Hadji the Hindoo drew a deep breath. "There," he said, "there is the game. You can bag it But before you do up the two rascals I want you to, i possible, find out where they have secreted a certain leath er bag containing a big sum of money." The two Bradys fl.ashed glances at each other. Here was a revelation. Was not this getting o'n track of the lost messenge Jarvis with a vengeance? They were thrilled to the core It was a startling coincidence if not true. "Whar do ye think they'd hide it?" asked Young Kin Brady. "That I cannot tell you," replied Hadji, e g hi white teeth with a snap. "But learn that fac can Manage to search the cabin. I'll do the rest. Qnly bot Sheehan and Shafer must die !" Darkness was now beginning to heavily fall upon th glen. "' No light could be seen in the cabin, however, for th shutters were closely drawn. "You understand?" asked Hadji. "I reckon!" replied Young King Brady. "But wha about this bag? Where did they get it? Is it swag?" "They stole it .from me!" was the Hindoo's astounding statement. Again the detectives were startled. "I want to recover it if I can," gritted Hadji; "but I want vengeance in any case. Now you understand !" "What is in it for us?" temporized Old King Brady. "Ten thousand each." The two deteCtives affected amazement. But Hungry Pete spat excitedly in the air and whispered: "Jee-whizz We could get a corner in whisky fer that. Eh, Tim?" "Yew bet !" laconically replied the other hobo. The Hinaoo was satisfied. "Now I'll leave y9/' he said. '1You know where my place is in Sixth avenue. Come to me and report to-mor. row night at eleven o'clock. .See?" Old King Brady made a cabalistic pass with his hand. "On the square!" he said. "But we won't do any b10011letting to-night." "All right, then. Learn all you can. Get the leather bag i.f you can. But be sure and report to me." With this Hadji glided away in the darkness. When the twa detectives were sure he was beyond hearing they drew close together and Old King Brady whispered: "We're right in it !" "It looks that way." "Perhaps this Hindoo waylaid Tom Jarvis and got tho million and these two villains got it away from him in turn." "It is a clew." "Sure! Nothing absolute can be deduced as yet.


IN AND OUT. 9 looks as if Tom Jarvis ought to have been a party to it otherwise could he have been waylaid and wiped t of existence in broad daylight on crowded Broadway?" "That all remains to be brought to light. That is our rk." . "Sure! We have a pull with the king-pin villain of all, ough .. But I can't understand why he wants Sheehan d Shafer put out of the way." "That is easy. They would be certain to know of his mplicity in the fate of Jarvis, whatever that is." "I see! "He would be safe only after they were made forever ent. The Hindoo is a deep factor in this mysterious With this the two detectives arose and boldly shuffled up to the door. "I say, Pete, I wonder if this old ranch won't be a good place fer us to sleep to-night. Don't seem to be anybody livin' here." ._ "Try it, Tim. Durn me, but I'm an' tired arte:r trampin' twenty miles terday." "A tramp's life is a hard one!" . "You bet !" Then Old King Brady stumbled over the threshold and into the cabin. He listened acutely. "Gotter match, Pete?" "Yep! Wait a minute!" me." The next moment the spluttering blaze of the match "I believe yciu." for an instant illumine d the interior of the shanty. "What now?" It was, however, long enough for Old King Brady t<> "Let take a nearer look at that cabin, if we can do so see that the place was empty. The cracksmen were not etectives crept cautiously nearer the cabin. They oon succeeded in getting within a few yards of it, d felt satisfied that they were unseen unheard. The cabin was silent. No sound nor light came :from it. Old King Brady crept up to it on his hands and knees d placed his ear against the wall. He listened long and tiently, but in vain. No sound came from behind those walls. If thejbin s occupied the occupants were strangely silent. After a while the old detective crept around '*he corner d toward the door. He used extreme caution. That this was needless, however, he speedily :found. e door of the cabin was wide open. All was darkness d silence beyond it. I' CHAPTER "JT. A FUTILE SEARCH. The detective was astonished as well as startled at this covery. :what did it mean? He had certainly seen the two cracksmen enter the place d close the do. or after them. It now stood wide open, wever, and the cabin had the appearance of beipg empty d deserted. Had the two rogues taken alarm and fled? either detective had seen them leave. oung King Brady now came up and whispered: ''What do you think of it?" "It is curious !" "Are they still in there?" "That is a question." "It don't look like it. I think we had better enter Idly and make an excuse if we come onto them." "All right I Only look out for a trap!" there. The old detective drew a dark lantern from his pocket and pulled the slide. Around the cabin he flashed its rays. The place was cold and damp and dilapidated. There was no evidence that human beings had occupied it recently. But one conclusion wa. s forced upon the detectives. The two cracksmen had either left from alarm or had'. briefly accomplished their purpose, whatever it was, and departed: In any case, the detectives were baffled. In vain they searched. Not a clew or a guiding mark could be :found. They were chagrined. "Well," exclaimed Old King Brady, "I remarked a short while ago that we were right in it. But it looks now as if we decidedly out of it." "Plain as the nose on your face," agreed Young King Brady. "They are not here. Ergo, what is the most rea sonable conclusion to draw? They have gone. But where would they be most likely to go?" "Back to New York?" "Hardly !" "Con Sheehan is too hotly chased by the police. It looks to me likely that they came here and got the bag spoken of by Hadji and have decamped--" "Where?" "Not toward New York?" "Surely not!" "There is then only one other likely direction-up the railroad toward Yonkers, maybe, their objective point being Albany." "Then our move is to push along up the track and over take them." "I have a better plan!" "Well?" Old King Brady consulted his watch. "A tr ain is shortly due at the station of Spuyten Duyvil :for Yonkers. We will go down and take that train. At Y ye will drop off and come down the track and meet them. The rest we will leave to fate and our wits.''


10 IN AND OUT. "Capital!" So the two detectives set out at full speed for the Spuy ten Duyvil station. They knew that the train must reach Yonkers long before any pedestrian could. So they felt reasonably sure of the success of their :plan. In due time they alighted at Yonkers. Back down -the track they started at full speed. The night was extremely dark. Yet no person could have passed them without being :seen. Mile after mile they trudged on. Suddenly lights shone ahead. They were in a little cut which looked familiar. Young King Brady came to a stop. "Here we are !" he cried. ''We've come right back to <0ur starting point." "Then they did not go up the track, did they?" said Old King Brady in chagrin. ''Where else could they have gone?" "The river!" "Ah!" They glanced out through the little reach leading to the Rudson. It was possible that the villains had taken a boat and gone out that way. In that cas:e they might now be far beyond the Hudson and safe from immediate pur .suit. But while the detectives were considering this possibility a startling was accorded them. Young King Brady clutched the old detective's arm. "Look.!'' he gasped. He pointed to the spot in the darfmess where the cabin :should be. A bright light shone through the door of the ;ahanty. There it burned bright and vivid. There was no mistaking it. For a moment the detectives were dumfounded. Then ()ld King Brady started for the light, saying: "Come! But before they were half way into the glen the light faded and vanished. Again all was darkness about the .cabin. Again the detectives approached it with great caution. They listened and waited for a long while. But-the place as silent and deserted as ever. Again they made a bluff as hoboes and entered the plat!e. :But the dark lantern showed it as empty, just the same. What did it mean? The detectives went out of the structure and sat down under a tree .some distance away in the darkness. Por fully an hour they watched the mysterious struc ture. But no further manifestation of life showed itself. "All right," gritted Old King Brady. "If there's a se -cret about that cabin we want to know it. I'm going to :stay here until morning." And he. was as. good as his word. The two detectives were still watching when daylight -came. But the place was apparently as empty and de5erte'd as ever. The mystery was unsolved. With daylight a thorough search of the was made. But no clew was found. Old King Brady was beaten. He pulled out a big plug of tobacco and cut off a chew. This was his universal habit when deeply perplexed. After a few moments' study he said : "Either that was an optical illusion or we're up against a stiff game !" "Both, maybe," laughed Young King Brady. "I'm not sure but the place is actually haunted." "Humph!" exclaimed the old detective. Then he rejoined: "We must go back to New York." "Now?" "Yes." "To see Hadji 1" ,,. "Later on, perhaps. We do not call on him until eleven to-night.". "Correct!" So they started for Spuyten Duyvil station. All the way Old King Brady was very thoughtful. At last they reached the little station. As they stepped upon the platform two other men were seen standip.g there also. They were types of the farmer. But the instant the old detective saw them his manner cpanged He walked carelessly by them and int9 the station. They smoked cob pipes and leered at him stupidly. The moment the two detectives were in the station Old King Brady whispered: "Did you notice them?" ''Who?" asked the younger detective. "Those two rustics." "Not particularly. Why?" "They are our birds !" "The deuce!" Young King Brady took a hasty look at them through the window. His face showed eager surprise. "Why, so they are!" he exclaimed. ''What a clumsy disguise.! They are evidently going back into New York." "Yes." ''We will shadow them?" aof course!" At this moment an early New York train came thl!JJ: dering up to the platform. The two disguised crooks got aboard. The detectives took a car behind theirs. This removed all suspicion, as Old King Brady desired it should. But through the window of one car the detectives could see into the other. \ They watched the : two crooks carefully. In due time the train rolled into the Grand Central station in New York. The two cracksmen got out and the detectives were just behind them. Old King Brady and his p:rotege attracted much atten tion in the great depot. Their make-up as hoboes was so striking that it promised to grow embarrassing. Small boys in the station crowded about them and made


IN AND OUT. 11 jeering remarks. The officers of the place looked inclined to run them. This was not at all to their desire. Both detectives k-new that nothing could be more fatal to their plans than for the two cracksmen to remember that they had seen them board the train also at Spuyten Duyvil. Suspicion would of course be aroused. Such tough specimens of the hobo as they were seldom rode on trains, and especially into the Grand Central depot of New York. There had been no opportunity to change disguise or the detectives would have done so. The situation was unpleasant. So mu()h att'ention did they attract that one. of the officers came up to them and said :fiercely : "Look here, you shagbarks, move on or I'll run you in! See?" "All right, boss," r e plied Hungry Pete. "We're all right. We ain t very handsome, but we're straight goods Out onto the street they went. Shafer and Sheehan were just ahead and walking down orty-second street toward Third avenue. They had not a3 yet noticed the hoboe s "No use ta] king," said Old King Brady, "we've got to change our disguise." "How can we do it and not lose track of our men?" "It looks hard." A gang of hoodlums was at their heels. Just as they reached the corner of Third avenue Shafer and Sheehan around. They saw the hoboes and the crowd at their heels and were interested at once. "Gee!" exclaimed Shafer, "ain't them the two hoboes we saw at Spuyten Duyvil ?" "Yes," replied Sheehan. They glances of comprehension. "They're follerin ; us," said Black Jake. CHAPTER VI. OLD KING BRADY IS DECEIVED. This fact was patent to the two cracksmen. At once their brows darkened. ''Who are they ?" ''What are they foilerin' us fer?" Black Jake's ugly jaws closed with a vicious snap. "If they know what's good fer 'em they'll give it up!" he gritted. They turned into Third avenue and finally paused be fore the door of a saloon. They glanced back at the detectives, who were busily engaged with the street gamins who were following them. Old King Brady made a sign to the younger detective. "Now is our chance," he said; "they have gone into that saloon." ''Where shall we go ?" "This way !" The old detective dodged into the open doorway of a tenement house. As it chanced, J?.Obody was in the hall. Up the stairs the two detectives went pell-mell. They thus shook the crowd of gamins successfully. For tunately for them the tenement house was of the lowest kind. In such a place no questions are ever asked of invaders. Everybody minds his own business, and one's personal ap pearance does not militate against him. To be sure a slatternly woman thrust her head out of a door of one of the fiats and yelled : "If it's Mrs. Schweitzer yez want to see, shure she's on the top fl.ure." But this only made the detectives safer in their course. Up they went to the very top floor. As it happened, no body was at home there, or the de tectives would have been obliged to invent some sort of an excuse. The hallway was lighted illy, but they were now for the nonce safe. Old King Brady lost no time . Off came his coat. "Quick!" he said. ''We must not lose time." Thie way the two detectives changed their disguise showed absolute familiarity with such matters. In less time than it takes to tell it their personal appearance un derwent a radical change. The hobo rags vanished and the turned coats and trous ers were of black, and respectable. Old King Brady was a seedy, but not ragged citizen, with a cap, and might have passed for an honest working man. He wore siders and a mustache. Young King Brady became a type of respectable young man whom one meets any day on the street. His smooth face was drawn a little at the corners and glasses were placed across his nose. He resembled nothing more than a traveling colporteur. Thus made up, and all in a few minutes, the two de tectives descended the stairs. As they emerged upon the street they found the same crowd of gamins there. But they did not recognize them as the two hoboes. Old King Brady now said: "Walk down to the next corner and wait. I will enter the saloon." "All right!" This was done. As Old King Brady entered he saw Shafer and S4eehan seated at a table. They were drinking beer and talking in an undertone. They glanced at the detective inquisitively, but did not show recognition or alarm. Old King Brady only glanced at them in a vacant way and went up to the bar. "A glass of beer," he said, throwing down a nickel on the polished wood.


12 IN AND OUT. "Yes, sir," replied the bartender, turning to the handle what you are. Actually I am so desperate that if I coul of the beer pump. He placed the foaming mug before the 'be sure of getting the right lead--" detective. Sheehan and Shafer exchanged glances. Old King Brady sipped it. "Sit down!" the latter said. "Hard times, these," he said in a hoarse, grumbling Old King Brady did so. voice. "Too many bosses and too many politicians. No "What's yer name?" asked Shafer. chance fer an honest man nohow!" "Albert Tucker." "That so?" queried the bartender. "Ai'n't the world "Whar do ye live?" usin' you right?" "In Grand street. I am an ironworker by trade. But I "I don't find any fault with the world," declared the decan't get work." tective. "But it's gittin' harder every day fer the poor "You've got sand?" man to make a living. Pretty soon they'll take his beer Old King Brady clenched his fist. away from him." "Try me !" he whispered. "I've a starving family at "I don't see how they can do that." home !" "Ye don't? Well, the rich men can do anything. I tell ye they've got the poor man right under their thumbs an' where he can't wiggle. They're a gr; ndin' his soul out of I his body every day an' lettin' their wives an' daughters ride round in silks an' carriages while our wives hev got to scrimp to git a caliker wrapper. It's all wrong, I say, dead wrong !" "Well," said the barkeeper, good-humoredly, ''how a;re you going to change it?" "Look here," said J:ake darkly; "if we pui: ,you onto a good thing would you swear to stand by us?" "To the end !" "Remember, if you went back on us it would mean death to you. You're a straftger, but we want just such a man ai; you in a big deal we're makin'." "Try me!'? said the detective grimly. Sheehan looked at Shafer. Then the latter wrote on a "bit of cardboard with a pen cil: "Can't change it," declared the detective. "The odds are too great. I tell you, though, that the poor man is justified iii gittin' all he can out of them money-grabbin' "Oriental House, Bleecker street. Room 44. Twelve o'clock." sharks. I'll tell you," affecting to lower his voice', "if I had a downright good chance I'd rob 'em, any one on 'em, an' it wouldn't be no sin, either." Sheehan looked up and gave Shafer the wink. "Must be you're a socialist,'' cried Black Jake. Old King Brady turned with an affectation of surprise. "I beg your pardon, gents," he said. "I didn't know you could hear me. But I haven't done it yet, so it's not a case for the police." "Oh, ye needn't fear us !" said Sheehan. "If we knew it we. wnuldn't peach, would"we, mate?" "I should say not," replied Black Jake. "Mebbe ye have a little snnpathy for the poor man yourselves," said Old King Brfa.y. "We ought to. We've been bucking against odds selves for a good many years. But a man is a fool not to protect himself." The barkeeper had moved away and was out of hearing. Old King Brady took a step nearer the table, looking the two cracksmen eagerly in the face. "I don't seem to catch the drift of your meanin' ," he said. "What do ye mean by protection?" "Protection against want. You owe it to your family." "How kin I get it?" "It all with you_. It's the fault of social structure. You are an honest man and want work. It's denied you. The rich man has money which should be fairly divided with you. If you appropriate a modest sum it may be called and they'll jail ye fer it, but it's no crime." "Crime!" said Old King Brady heavily. Then his eyes scintillated. "I see," he continued in a whisper. "I understand ... 'rhis he gave to Old King Brady. "Be there," ,he said. Then the two cracksmen rose. They passed out of the saloon. The bartender came forward and said : "Nob by gents, them! Did ye get a lay: o:ffen 'em?" "Not yet, but i;n.ebbe I will," said the detective cau tiously. "Do they come in -lier'e,.often ?-'' "Seldom, but I knows 'em." ) "Ye do?" "Yes." 1 The barkeeper leaned over the bl!: "It's all right. I'm straight, but' I used to be crooked, too. That's Con .Sheehan, the maL that dumped In spector Byrnes on the Fulton street diamond steal. The other is Jake Shafer, or Black Jake, the cleverest pick lock and safe-breaker in America. ,It's a bard combination he can't get." Old King Brady nodded his head. "Then I'm in luck," he said. ''YOU bet !" "They'll put me onto something good." "You kin be sure "I hope so. A poor man bas got to have a chance some way. Good day." "Good day." Old King Brady out of the place. On the street corner he made a signal to Young King Brady. The young detective followed him. At a safe mo:rp.ent they joined each other. "Did you see them come out?" asked Old King Brady. "Yes." ''Where did they go?"


IN AND OUT. 13 "Down Third avenue. Did you learn anything in the loon?" The old detective nodded and chuckled. "I should say so"!" he said. "Look at this!" He showed the card given him by Sheehan. The young etective read it with great interest. ''Well, well!" he exclaimed. "That is a good one. Of ourse you'll be there ?" "I wouldn't miss it !" "But we are to see Hadji at eleven." "True But you can call on him and tell him the re ult of our work at Spuyten Duyvil. Tell him that I am till on the track of the rascals, which will be true." "Certainly. And now what shall we do? Follow Shee an and Shafer further?" "By no means!" replied Old King Brady. "We had no leep last night. We must rest, and this is our chance. ow for a cafe and something to eat. Then we can sleep ntil ten o'clock." So the after satisfying the inner man, went o their lodgings and to bed. At ten o'clock sharp they were awake, and rising, pre ared to go forth upon their respective missions. Old King Brady set out at once for Bleecker street. At that time in that down-town thoroughfare there ex ted a small and dingy lodging house, over the door of hich hung a sign: "Oriental House.'' "Meals and Rooms at All Hours." enuff fer that. You thought yoo hed a ded cinch on us, but we kin still go yoo two fer one an' better. Pooty sharp, but didn't git thar. Try ag'in an' mebbe yoo will win out. Yoors truly, S. and S." Nothing further was needed to convince the old detect ive that he had been completely hoodwinked. CHAPTER VII. ENSHROUDED IN MYSTERY. Young King Brady was prompt at the telling studio of Hodji Singh, in Sixth avenue. The Hindoo's place was closed to business, but a red light burned in his private room. Of course Young King Brady had made himself up again for Hungry Pete, the hobo. So when he rapped at the Hindoo's door it was opE)ned to him. Hodji welcomed him eagerly. "Where is your mate?" he asked. "Me mate?" exclaimed Hungry Pete. "Oh, Tim's clean sick with eatin' too much pie, an' he cudn't git around to night. I kin tell ye all jest as well !" "Come in and sit down, sahib." Young King Brady enterea the den.. It was furnished with Oriental rugs and couches and hangings of damask. The young detective sank down upon a divan. It was a stopping place for a certain type of men who "Well" said the Hindoo anxiously, "what did you acade that locality and the Bowery their home. complish ?" .. Old King Brady !Lt twelve o'clock stood under the red "Nothin'," replied Young King Brady. . :: mp which hu:ig over the door. . An Indian oath escaped Hodji. I He opened the door and went into a dmgy little office. "What was the matter?" he asked. "I certainly thought A hook-nosed man stood behind the desk. He scanned you would have a good report. What did you do?" e detective critically and said: "Thet's different," retorted Hungry Pete. "We watched "Good evening, sir. Will you ""have a thet old cabin all night. We went into it twice, but there "I come on a differe:nt replied the detectiv.e. wasn't no sign of them chaps in it." iy is Tucke l was to meet two gentlemen m The Hindoo gasped. oom 44 by appointment." "They've beaten you !" he said. "I ought fo have stayed. Instan,tly the old man bowed obsequiously. They're a sharp gang." "Certainly," he said. "I was informed of that.. "Eh!" exclaimed Young King Brady, with a leer, "beat ght up the stairs, sir. It is the third on nght. us did ye say? Not much!" Old King Brady made his way up the dmgy stairs. He Then he detailed the incidents of the night and what :.l).ed to the right. had occurred since. The Hindoo listened. The door of 44 stood slightly ajar. His face brightened. The detective pushed it open and entered. It was "They did not discover that they were watched," orly furnished. On a table a lamp burned. said. "That is good. Keep right after them and you will But the room held no occupant. yet run them to earth. No news of the leather bag?" Neither Sheehan nor Shafer was there. "None!" For a moment the old detective suspected a trap. But "You searched the cabin?" placed a hand on his revolver and stepped into the room. "We looked it over." On the table lay a. sheet of paper. On it was "Humph! They fooled you," said the Hindoo with aw led the followmg startlmg message: conviction. "Somewhere near there they have a lot of 0 Old King Brady: plunder hidden. You may. be sure of it." . "Dear Sir: We know yure a poor man an' wood like I Young King Brady by the Hmdoo s posi take you into our Sirkle, but wee can't trust you 'luite tive manner. But he said lacomcally:


' .] 14 IN AND OUT. ''Wall, we couldn't find it." "But you will if you keep on. You must. These fellows must also be put out of way. They are a hin drance to my plans. Do you see?" The Hindoo smiled in his Mephistophelian fashion, show ing his white teeth. Young King Brady nodded.. Then he said as if with sudden inspiration: "Is the million dollars you spoke of hidden there? Whar did they git that? Is it the same million which messenger of ther People's Bank got away?" Hodji gave a serpent-like hiss and glared at the detect ive. In that moment Young King Brady felt a queer creeping sensation and a certain strange fascination like that experienced by one charmed by a snake. With an effort he threw this off. In that instant he un derstood that Hodji was no ordinary man. He was to a certain extent possessed of hypnotism. But Young King Brady was not a pliable subject. The Hindoo saw this and desisted. "What made you think that million was identical with the one I speak of, sahib?" he asked. "Think of it?" said the detective carelessly. "The word million probably. Ther barik lost a million and you lost a million : 'l'het's all !" "Remember that all I say to you is confidential." "Yes," agreed Young King Brady. "Well, never speak of this million again." "All right. Not as I keer !" The Hindoo sank back in his seat. "Don't come here again," he said, "until you can report that both of those rascals are dead !" Young King_ Brady arose. "All right," he said. "I think I'll be goin'. We'll be after that ten thousand afore long !" Tli'e Hindo o smiled in his terrible way. "All right," he said.' Young King Brady emerged upon the street. He saw that it was after midnight. He crossed the avenue and made his way along in the shadows. In a dark corner he changed his disguise of hobo. Then he sallied forth once more in his own guise. He. thought of Old King Brady. He wondered what the old detective had hit upon and if there was anything new. Instinctively he turned his steps toward Bleecker street. From Broadway he turned into that thoroughfare. It was now after one o'clock. The walk had been a long one. The young detective made his way slowly toward the red sign over the entrance to the Oriental House. Suddenly a man emerged from shadows near and stood before him in the light of a street lamp. Young King Brady gave a start. The man wore blue goggles. It was the same man who had saved the life of President Chase and put Red Ellis behind bars. The man with blue goggles. Who was he? Young King Brady knew well. ''What are you doing here?" he asked. "I have been duped !" "Duped? ''Yes, the two rascals were onto me all the while. It is hard luck!" The man removed his goggles. He stood revealed in the lamp light. He was Old King Brady. There were many reasons why the old detective did no1 remain on the spot and declare his identity at the time he rescued President Chase. He knew that Red Ellis was a pal of both and Shafer. At that time he had located this gang as the possible rob bers of Messenger Jarvis. Though how they had workec the job was a mystery. Therefore it was of course greatly to his interest to kee1 dark. The two detectives quickly exchanged experiences. "Then you gained nothing at Hodji's ?" asked Old Brady. "Nothing of value," replied the young detective "Everything is disappointing us!" They walked out as far as Broadway. It did not seem as if anything more could b e done tha night. But Old King Brady finally hit upon a plan. "I have an idea," he said, "that this whole mystery i centred about the den of that Hindoo." "I agree with you." "I think we would do well to shadow him, and, if pos sible, get a look into his place when he is not there." "It would be sure to yield results." "That settles it. r.,et us take a turn up that way." It was now nearly two o'clock. It did not seem possif> that the Hindoo would be up at this hour. But the detectives had decided to go thither, so the kept on. The streets were deserted, save by a few hurrying and be lated pedestrians and an occasional policeman. As they walked along Old King B'rady began to philoso phize and make deductions. "This Hindoo is at the bottom of it all," he said. "It i easy to see by his words and his actions that he had the ba .. carried by Tom Jarvis once in his possession." .,. "How did he get it?" asked Young King .Brady. "That remains to be seen. Either he decoyed Tom 'lnt a trap or the messenger was in league with him!" 'I "The latter is more plausible." , "YOU think so ?" h : "I do!" "Why?" ''Well,'' said Young King Brady, "this man Hodji is 1 peculiar chap. Over a man of certain temperament b would have an undoubted hypnotic influence." "You think so ?" "I do." 1 ; Old King Brady nodded vehemently. "Yes, yes !" he said. "I see. It fa not at all illogic) '


IN A.ND OUT. 15 You are on the right track. The Hindoo was the plotter, nd Tom was the victim. But here is a question: If that ine of reasoning is correet, how did the Hindoo know that om was likely to leave the bank that day with a million in Young King Brady was staggered. "The mystery is a deep one," he said. "But that does ot lessen the probability that Jarvis was the victim of the indoo's influence. It may have been chance that enabled to hit upon Jarvis at that particular moment." "Not illogical,'' agreed Old King Brady;. "but the Hinoo evidently has not the lost currency at present. Neither as he ever been in collusion with Sheehan and Shafer. either do they act like men who had a millio11 of stolen urrency in their possession." This was a striking fact. Such characters would be apt to strike out into a sport g life or leave the c : :mntry. Sheehan and Shafer, though, seemed to be on the make s much as ever. "In thai case," sa'.id Young King Brady, "the Hindoo is istaken when he thinks they stole the money from him. mebody got the million." ''Who?" But the detective did not attempt to carry his investiga tions further that night. He could not hope to gain admittance to the den at 'that hour. So both decided to go home and to bed. This they did, reaching their lodgings a half hour later. Both were weary and retired at once to rest. But the next morning when Young King Brady arose he: saw that the elder detective was up before him. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Couldn't you sleep." yes!" replied Old King Brady; "but I struck an idea. Do you remember Red Ellis?" "Yes." "He's our man!" "What?" "That's right!" "How do you make it out?" "Do you remember that he was a pal of Sheehan and Shafer?" Young King Brady gave a start. "Yes!" "Very good. Hodji is mistaken. The two rogues, Shee han and Shafer, are innocent of the charge he b:ings against them. The thief is Red Ellis." Young King Brady was struck with the force of this de duction. Cettainly the incidents of the ca1?e pointed t() "A.h and in what manner?" This was all the result the detectives could gain. Prob-thaltt. f h d Ell. th t f th kill. f M urrus e is w1 a mo ive or e mg o r. g only deepened the mystery and thickened the gloom shroudfog the case." CHAPTER VIII. A CONFERENCE WITH ELLIS. "There's one thing we must do before we can gain any eadway in this case,'' said Old King Brady. "What is that?" ''We must :find Tom Jarvis, dead or alive." "Dead or alive! More likely dead." ''Well, that is our lead." ''I believe you." The two detedtives now turned into Sixth avenue. It was not long before they reached the entrance to the indoo's apartments. Old King Brady had removed his disguise after leaving e Oriental House. Y:oung King Brady had done the same, as we have seen, ter leaving the Hindoo's. They were in their own personalities now. As they ood before the Hindoo's place they saw that his windows ere dark. Old King )3rady studied the building for a few moments. He saw that jt was a structure of brick. The Hindoo's oms were on the second floor and reached through a arrow passage and stairs. The door was und locked. What the rear the building was could not be seen. Chase. He could have had no other motive. To be sure, the assumption was not wholly clear. But Old King Brady believed that Ellis at least knew of the whereabouts of the lost money and the fate of the messenger. He was still in the Tombs awaiting a trial. Old King Brady decided to visit him. Perhaps he would confess or at least furnish some information of value. The clew was worth tracing. So a short while the two boarded a down town car and crossed over to the Tombs. The warden at once granted them permission to see the. prisoner. Red Ellis was in his cell and in a sullen mood. At first he would pay no heed whatever to the two de tectives. But Old King Brady said, shrewdly: "You want your liberty, Ellis, just as much as any man_ It will be greatly to your advantage to tell us the truth." The cracksman lookedup and his inflamed eyeballs were turned upon the old detective searchingly. "What are yer talkin' about?" he demanded. "Them ain't no show fer me. I've got to go up anyway. I know you detectives. You'll make all kinds of promises, but the judge will overrule them in court." "I can assure you that our influence will be exerted in your behalf." "What good will that do?" "Any prisoner who turns State;s evidence is sure to win an amelioration of sentence, if not absolute freedom." "Kin you guarantee that?" ''I will agree .to do all I can for you." Ellis snapped his :fingers. "Humph!" he said. "P'r'aps you think I'm a fool.'"


IN AND OUT. "No, I think you are shrewd, and I shall believe you .wise jf you will accede to my terms. You will not be sorry to have my influence when your trial comes up. Your pals, Sheehan and Shafer, will not help you. You may depend <>n it." The cracksman gave a start. "Eh?" he exclaimed. "How did you know they were I pals of mine?" "They said so." "They did?" A fierce light burned in the crook's 1 eyes. "Did they tell you that?" he continued. "Pshaw! I knew it before." A crafty light shone in Ellis' eyes. "'Where are they now?" he asked. "At Spuyten Duyvil, I believe." Ellis' face grew ashen. "You're a devil!" he said. "What do ye know about Spuyten Duyvil?" "I have been in the cabin, and I know of the swag which is hldden there." It'might be well to state here that tills announcement of the knowledge of swag at the Spt-iyten Duyvil rendezvous was a clever fiction of Old King Brady's. But it struck home. Red Ellis was white lipped. He made a gesture of despair. "It's all up," he said. "They are fools. They have given everythlng away. Why don't ye jug them, as ye have me?" "I am not ready yet," replied Old King Brady; '"'but :i will tell you that it is impossible for them to e s cape." ''Well, it don't matter to me." "But you can tell me some important facts if you choose." "I don't choose!" "What was done with the leather bag which you got at t he Hindoo' s on Sixth avenue?" Red Ellis stared at the detective. He seemed dazed. To hlm it was a mystery how Old King Brady had got t race of these matters. Why should he assume that he (Red Ellis) knew of Hodji Singh or had ever visited ms place? "Leather bag!" he repeated. "What about it?" "You know and can tell. You know there was a million .dollars in that leather bag and it was taken from Tom Jarvis, the bank messenger. Now, tell me how Hodji Singh got possession of that bag and. where it is now." The expression upon the brutal face of Red Ellis was a .study. Never before had the detective seen in human counte nance such a blending of astonishment, cupidity and mal ice. "A million in that leather bag!" he repeated. "You're lying to ine." "No, I am not." "Then it is true?" "You know it and you know where that leather bag is." Red Ellis was e_xcited. He arose and gripped the bars <>f his cell and shook them with terrific force. He stared at Old King Brady like a maniac. "What have ye got me shut up here like tills for?" h hissed. "Let me out and I'll promise to turn evidence o Sheehan and Shafer." "The bag--" "Never mind the bag. We'll find that later on. I've been a fool. Say"-lowering his voice to a whisper-"get me out of here. It'll be worth a fortune to ye. More than ye can make at detective work all yer life." In an instant Old King Brady grasped the truth. Red Ellis knew of the whereabouts of the missing million. Sheehan and Shafer did not. Ellis, then, was the fulcrum of this lever which the old detective was employing to lift thls fearful mystery into daylight. He smiled as he reflected upon the damaging admissions which he had litlready forced from Ellis. But more was yet to be learned. "Where is Tom Jarvis?" he asked. Ellis looked blank. "I never saw him in my life," he said. "Who was he?" "'rhe bank messenger." "Oh, did that bag contain the money?" he began and then checked hlmself. For an hour Old King Brady worked trying to get further admissions from the villain. But Red Ellis closed hls mouth like a trap, and no amount of effort could wring further admissions from him. He saw that he had already said too much. All the cun ning of his crafty nature now arose to meet the exigency before him. Old King.Brady finally arose. "Well," he said, warnin g ly, "we shall soon put Sheehan and Shafer and the Hindoo behlnd bars. All will then come out without your aid and you will lose your chance for commutation of justice." Red Ellis showed ms teeth like a wolf. "But ye won't have the million," he said with a leer; "and ye won't be any better off in that respect." "If we are not the money can never do you any good." Ellis laughed in a croaking way. "A million is a heap of money,'' he said. ''It will do a good deal." "Then you admit that you lmow where it is?" said Old King Brady. "I admit nothln'," snarled the ruffian Old King Brady joined Young King Brady, and they left the Tombs. But they had not gone a hundred yards from the door, when an officer came hurriedly after them. "Come back," he said. "Ellis is going to confe8s to you." Thls announcement electrified the two detectives They hurried back. When they once more stood before the barred door of Ellis' cell he was strangely excited. He paced up and down wildly. "Will ye swear that I git a big commutation of sentence if I tell ye the whole truth?" he asked anxiously. ''I will do all I can for you at the trial," said Old King Brady. "I have no doubt the judge will consider your 'case with greater leniency on that account."


r. I IN AND OUT. "Then I'll tell all I know," said Ellis. "Sheehan an' Shafer wouldn't stick by me, an' I might as well put in a stroke fer myself." "You'd be foolish not to." At once officers were sent for abd the District Attorney was notified. The prisoner was taken to the District Attorney's office, and there Red Ellis made his confession. "I didn't mean to do old Chase up fer keeps," he declared. "I :followed him into the area to rob him. That's all thar was to that. I warn't hired to kill nor did I intend to do that. ''I've been pal with Sheehan an' Shafer fer a year. They've treated me square so far. Now all I kin tell ye about that leather bag ain't much. "One night the three of us laid wires to burglarize the den of Hodji Singh. We heard that he had a lot of dia in the place. That was why we went there.'' CHAPTER IX. AFTER A CLEW. Red Ellis cleared his throat and then resumed: "We waited until we saw him go out one evening. Then we made our way in by a fire escape an' a rear window. 'We ransacked the place. I don't know as we found much of value. But in the closet of his private chamber found a big leather bag." Old King Brady here asked: "Please describe the bag.'' ''It was of brown leather, like mail bags are made of. iI'har was a big lock on it an' a wax seal. "Con Sheehan wanted ter cut it ope n with a knife, but wouldn't l e t him. I reckoned it held s omethin' of value, I slung it over my s houlder, an' jest then we got the 'We made out of ther place by a rear window. Sheehan yent down the :fire escape and Shafer an' I made the roof. police were hot aft e r us. "Goin' over the roofs the bag got heavy, an' rather than i rop it I went up to a chimney and throwed it in. Thar it to this day, I reckon." This astonishing narrative was listened to with enthralled nterest by the District Attorney and the detective s t very word had been taken down by a stenographer. Many que s tions were asked Ellis. "Have you any id e a how the leather bag came into Iodji's possession?" asked the District Attorney. ''In course not," Ellis. ''I didn't know even what as in it. If I had known it was money I'd never have b.rown it into the chimney.'' "Can you locate the chimney now?" ''No.'' '"Was it on the same roof?" ''It was not.'' "Did you ever see Tom Jarvis?" "Never." "Have you any reason to think or believe that Jarvis and the Hindoo were in a plot together to rob the People's Bank of a million dollars?" "In course not." "You think Sheehan and Shafer knew nothing of the contents of the leather bag?" "No more nor I did.'' "Do you know much about Hodji ?" "Never saw him but once.'' "How do you reckon that Hodji knew that Sheehan and Shafer were the parties who broke into his den and robbed him?" "That was easy. Con left his coat there in thQr hurry of gettin' out. It had some letters in his pocket with his name on 'em.'' This ended the confession. Red Ellis was led away. The District Attorney turned to the Two Bradys. "Well, gentlemen," 'he said, "what do you think of it?" All straight, with one exception," said Old King Brady. "So I say!" said Young King Brady. "And that?" "The leather bag story!" "Ah, you believe-" "His story of throwing that bag into a chimney is a con coction," declared Old King Brady, with conviction. "What are your reasons for thinking that?" asked the District Attorney. "He would never have confessed if he had not a thorough knowledge of where that bag with the money is hidd e n. '!.'his is why he seeks a commutation of sentence. He alone knows where the bag and -t he million is. Depend upon 'it:;. ., -r \ it is in a safe place. When he secures his liberty he will endeavor yo re cover it and enjoy its fruits.'' The District Attorney was struck with the force of this reasoning. "Well," he said, "that is a very logical deduction : Do you think he will ever confess to the hiding place of the bag?" ";Never!" "Would you not advise a search of all the chimneys con tiguous to the building in which the Hindoo ha s his room s ?" "It would be a waste of time.'' "This is a remarkable case and I am greatly interest e d in it, declared the Di s trict Attorney. "Of course I shall attempt to in no way interfere with you detectives.'' "I trust all that has transpired here to-day will be held sacred Old King Brady. "Certainly.'' "Not that we are anxious to claim all credit for the evolu tion of the case thus far, but to protect us in our future line of operations.'' "I know that your motives are not selfish said the Dis trict Attorney. "It is only your due. But of course you do not associate this man Ellis in any other way with the mys terious disappearance of Tom Jarvis?" "Not at all," replied Old King Brady. "At present mys tery still enshrouds that part of the case. We know the Hindoo as the moSt likely guilty party. What has be come of Jarvis remains to be discovered. I I


18 IN AND OUT. "We have simply traced -the bag and the money. If we' recover that the case will be by no means ended." The District Attorney bowed. "Gentlemen," he said, "I know that America recognizes no greater detectives than the Two Bradys. I feel sure you will solve this and I wish you success." A few moments later the Bradys were leaving the Dis-trict Attorney's office, once more keen for the scent They were soon speeding on their way up town. It was Old King Brady's plan now to visit Hodji. So the detectives went to their lodgings and disguised themselves again as Hungry Pete and Ticklish Tim. As the two hoboes, they made their way by the least frequented streets to Sixth avenue. Of course they had to run the gauntlet of street gamins. But finally they landed safe sound at Hadji's door. Up the narrow stairs they went and entered the fortune teller's reception room. A little bell tinkled as they opened the door. It brought the Hindoo himself from an inner room. At sight of 'the two hoboes a smile of recognition lit up his face. "Well, gentlemen," he said, with an affectation of warmth, "I am glad to see you. I suppose you have a re port to make?" "Oh, I dunno/' said Old King Brady, twisting his bat tered hat. "What d'ye think, Pete?" "Wall, mebbe," replied Young King Brady, with a shuffle of his feet. These ambiguous remarks puzzled the Hindoo, but he said: "Come in here. It is safer, for this room is more public." This invitation was just what the detectives wanted. They accepted it with alacrity. Hodji led the way through hangings of Oriental silk to an inner room. Here were divans and couches, rugs and tapestries and a lamp of incense after the Hindoo fashion. The hoboes proceeded to make them s elves at home. A case of Manila cigars was on the table. Young King Brady selected one of these and lit it. Hodji, who was attired in a loose gown, pointed silver slippers and a turban of glittering stuff, sank onto a divan. He regarded the hoboes with a smile. There was something serpent-like in his manner. "Well," he said, smoothly, "what is your report? Are both men dead?" Old King Brady looked at his companion. ''Hardly," he replied. "We ain't got that far yet. Eh, Pete?" "Not yet," agreed Pete. Hodji affected anger. "What do you mean?" he cried. "I supposed the job was all done long before this. What excuse have you?" ''Wall, the time ain't come," replied Ticklish Tim. "Not yet," agreed Pete. "How much time do you want? You told me you had got on track of the birds again, Pete." . "That's all straight, but are ye sure these two are the chaps we want?" The Hindoo's face grew purple. His eyes bulged. "Are you playing with me?" he hissed. "No, but we've found out somethin'," said Old Kin Brady, or Ticklish Tim, with perfect sang-froid. Hadji's manner changed. He leaned forward eagerly. "Found out something?" he asked. ''What is it, may ask?" "Ther man what stole the leather bag from you warn' either Shafer or Sheehan!" For a moment the Hindoo's face was a study. He sat like one in a trance gazing at the two hoboes Gradually the pupils of his cat-like eyes dilated. "What is that?" he said in an unnatural voice. "Ho did you learn such a fact as that?" "We learned it," said Young King Brady, unctiously "Now we want to know how you make it out that Shafe and Sheehan are the guilty parties?" do I make it out?" "Yep," asseverated the hoboes. "Why, easily enough. One of the robbers left his coa in this room." "Is this whar they found the bag?" asked Old Kirt Brady. "Well, yes." "And you found Sheehan's coat hyar?" "Yes." "How did ye know it was his coat?" "His name was on letters found in the pocket," replied Hodji; "so you see your evidence is not reliable." "Wall," said Ticklish Tim, "neither of them chaps took yer leather bag." The Hindoo was astonished. "Perhaps you can tell who it was, then?" he asked. The disguised detective nodded. "I kin.'' \:' "Do so." "His name was Red Ellis.'' "Red Ellis? who is he?" asked Hodji. ''Wall, J:i.e's a crook-that's all. He's got the leather bag hid somewhere. He himself is in the Tombs.'' This revelation to Hodji was a most startling one. He. had known nothing of Red Ellis' connection with the rob bery. "How do you know all this?" he asked incredulously. ''Never mind," said Young King Brady, with a depie catory wave of his hand. ''Crooks is crooks. We're on ihe inside. We know, an' that's enough. Neither Sheehan nor Shafer know anything about yer leather bag." ''But they were the parties who invaded my apartmen that evening.'' "That might be. But Ellis was the chap who carried off the leather bag.'' face lit up. He leaned forward and asked hoarsely: "Where is the Do you know?" The hoboes shook their heads. "Only Red Ellis knows, and he's bound er Sing Sing. He'll never tell.''


IN AND OUT. 19 "But he shall!" hissed the Hindoo. "It must be found. It shall be found!" He arose and paced the floor. Ticklish Tim puffed at his cigar. "That's easy to say,'' he said, ''but I would like to ax ye a question, Mister Hodji." "Well?" said the Hinaoo, turning; "what is it?" "Will ye tell us what was in that leather bag that mads> it so valuable?" CHAPTER X. A VISIT TO THE HINDOO'S, The question was so sud'den and so startling that for a moment Hodji, the Hindoo. was unable to control his nerves. He glared at the disguised detectives and hissed sav agely: "What do you mean? What's that to you? It's my ff air." "Only this," said Tim, coolly; ''we have heard that it held a million dollars. That's all." Hodji was astounded. He glared at the detectives harder than ever. "Eh, what?" he gasped. "Who told you? How do you know that?" "Know it?" said Young King' Brady, contemptuously. "Why, every crook in Gotham knows it by this time. Tbe tory I heard was that you an' the bank messenger, Tom Jarvis, conspired to rob the People's Bank of a million, and the leather bag was the same the messenger carried." Hodji could believe his senses. He smiled in a sickly way and replied: "Then Red Ellis caught onto the game and circulated that story. Confound him for a fool!" "Then thet was the same bag?" asked Old King Brady carelessly. "No harm tQ tell us., now that we know it?" "Yes, it was the same bag,'' acknowledged the Hindoo; "but I never expected the story to get out. But it looks to me as if we had lost the million forever." Old King Brady chuckled. "Oh, don t lose yer grit," he said. "It'll turn up yet likely. Red Ellis is in prison. He's got that bag hidden away somewhere." "The Spuyten Duyvil cabin/' suggested Hodji, eagerly. "Mebbe; put in any event it's in. a safe place. He won't tell. But we're curious to know one thing." "W.ha t ?" "Whar's Tom Jarvis?" "The light which shone in Hodji's eyes now was positively :fiendish. He rolled his snake-like eyes about horribly. Then he :fixed a keen, searching gaze upon the detectives. "You're very inquisitive," he said. "Only a matter of curiosity," replied Old King Brady, carelessly. "Don't answer if ye don't want to. It's likely he's dead. It's neither here nor there." "If you live long enough you'll learn some day," said Hodji, significantly. "That don't mean that we won''t live long enough? Ye won't kill us after ye git through with us?" The Hindoo laughed mirthlessly. "That is idle he said. "Ah, what is that?" The bell in the outer ?ffice rang. "It is a caller," said the Hindoo. He hesitated a moment. "Remain here until I return," he rejoined. Then he vanished toward the outer office. The detectives exchanged glances. Young King Brady arose and glided to the door. He placed his ear to the panel. Voices could be heard in the outer office. "Now,'' whispered Young King Brady, "it is a good chance. Try it!" But Old King Brady was already at work. He rushed into the next room. A desk sat against the wall. He, glanqed over the pigeon-holes carefully. Then he looked about the room. From one object to another he went, carefully for a clew. He saw a copy of a diary lying on the Hindoo's desk. He p1cked it up. Turning the leaves he was astonished. It was kept in cipher. The detective saw instantly that this was valuable. He did not hesitate to place it in his pocket. Then he went carefully over every object in the room. 'l'his resulted in a most startling discovery. Near a black baize-covered door he picked up a small pocket-knife. He turned it over in his hand and saw that a name was engraved in the silver plate of the handle. He read the name with a thrill. The most important clew in the entire case had been gained by him in that moment. The name was: "Thomas Jarvis!" For a moment after the discovery the old detective was dumfounded. He could hardly collect his scattered senses. '.It proved much to him. It was the :first ray of light thrown upon the mysterious disappearance of the People's Bank messenger. It conclusively proved at least one fact: Tom Jarvis had at some time been in that room. Doubt less he had dr6pped the knife. The detective now was inclined to believe that the bank messenger was really in collusion with the Hindoo. In that case he might even be hidden somewhere in the place. But before the detective could conduct his investigations further young King Brady gave the signal. Old King Brady quickly dodged back into the other room and resumed his seat. He was none too soon. The door opened and Hodji, the Hindoo, appeared. For a he shot an inquiring glance of suspicion the two hoboes. But this vanished quickly. "Well," he said, brusquely, "have you decided on a new plan?"


20 IN A.ND OU'f. "We've dQcided to follow your instructions," said Old King Brady. "Diable !" exclaimed the Hindoo. "You should know what to do. I cannot pay you the ten thousand until I have got the leather bag and its contents back. Now, if Red Ellis has it in hiding somewhere, we must find out where it is hid." "That's dreadful easy,'' said the pseudo Hungry Pete. "S'posin' you try it." "Confound it! that is what I hired you for." "If ye'll tell us how we'll do it all right," said Ticklish Tim. The Hindoo knit his brow in thought. "I'll tell you," he said finally. "Keep dark for a while. I'll try and see Ellis in the Tombs. Perhaps I can com promise with him." "P'r'aps ye can." "Come around again in a few days." The detectives arose. "But how ab

IN AND OUT. 21 CHi.PTER XI. THE AFFAIR AT THE SHANTY. Things looked dubious for Old King Brady at that moent. But his captors did not know that Young King Brady as near at hand. Here was a factor in the case upon which they had not ckoned. The young detective had found the rear door of the abin open. Of course he softly entered. Passing through the small rear room, he came into the ont room and at once took in the situation from the rear. He saw Old King Brady's plight. It did not take him long to decide just what to do to elieve it. Sheehan's back was turned to him. Shafer was just bout to bind Old King Brady. _9uick as a flash Young King Brady made a leap for ard. He caught Sheehan's arms and threw him backward at up on the threshold. Both revolvers went off. Crack! crack! But they exploded in air and the bullets sped harmlessly kyward. The weapons then were dashed from the ruf an's hands. But just as the seemed won for the Bradys an un tunate incident changed the tide. Young King Brady slipped and fell against the door e was momentarily stunned. Sheehan, not knowing what was behind him, and think g only of a posse, fled like a frightened hare for the rail oad track. Shafer struck Old King Brady a stunning blow and also ed. The two villains had gained the railroad before deectives recovered. They started toward New York at full speed. Young ng Brady had now recovered and drawing his revolver pened fire on them. Old King Brady sprung up and, now taking in the situ tion, cried: With his revolvers he covered them and shouted: "Yield, you rascals! You are run down." And indeed it looked so. They saw Old King Brady just gaining the other end of the trestle. "They've cornered us, Jake," cried Sheehan, with a curse. "What shall we do?" "Never give up!" gritted the black villain, as he turned in a hunted manner to face Young King Brady. several thrilling incidents followed in startlingly rapid suc cession. On the timbers of the trestle lay some tools left there by a repairing gang. Among them Sheehan saw a chisel, a hammer, a hatchet and a number of iron bars. Young King Brady was almost upon them. Black Jake had no weapon, but quick as a flash he picked up the heavy iron hammer and flung it at Young King Brady. It struck the young detective in the chest and hurled him back. In trying to recover himself he went over the edge of the trestle. Only one thing saved him instant death on jagged rocks below. Along the timbers of the trestle, two feet or more below the verge, there were stretched a number of telegraph wires. The young detective clutcheP, at these, lost his grip with his hands, but one leg caught over them, and there he hung, head downward. Old King Brady had witnessed all this and now came at full speed across the trestle to assist him. "Take the hatchet and cut the wire, Jake!" yelled Sheehan. "I'll hold the old 'un off all right." The suggestion was adopted. Murder seethed in the brain of each of the crooks. Over the edge of the trestle Black Jake leaned. To cut the wire meant death to Young King Brady. With a revolver Sheehan held Old King Brady at bay. Never in his life had Young King Bra,dy been nearer death. Down came the hatchet with fearful force. But as luck had it, Shafer struck the wrong wire. n parted with a snap. But Young King Brady still hung between heaven and earth. Once more the black villain raised his hatchet. But it never aescended. Old King Brady rushed upon Sheehan like an avalanche. The villain pulled the trigger of his revolver. One fortunate fact alone saved tlie old detective then. er them, Harry! I'll cut them off in the other direcThe metallic cartridge missed fire. on." The revolver -was a cheap affair, Sheehan having lost his The young detective needed no urging. He started own at the cabin, and Shafer had given him this one. fter the villains. So Old King Brady's life was saved by a scant margin. Old King Brady knew that beyond a grove of trees the The old detective struck out with his powerful right fist. rack took a bend. Here was a high trestle. The blow took Sheehan in the temple and sent him He could cross the ravine and head the villains off at the reeling against Shafer just as the black villain was about restle. They would then be caught between two fires and to strike again at the wire to which Young King Brady yet ught to fall an easy prey to the detectives. hung. -So the old detective dodged into the timber and crossed It changed affairs in an instant. he ravine at full speed. But just as he reached the oppoThe hatchet again missed aim and Shafer, in his effort ite side and was gaining the trestle he beheld a thrilling to save himself from falling, dropped it. tate of affair. It went down to th' e ravine's bottom, while Old King Young King Brady had chased the two villains onto the Brady threw himself flat on the trestle and reached down stle. He was but a few yards behind them. io assist the young detective.


22 IN AND OUT. Had it not been for this, which the old detective recogThe rays of the lantern were now turned upon the floor nized as his :first duty, there was no doubt but that the two Very carefully the detectives s arched the cellar floor villains would have been bagged then and there. but not a crevice was found, until finally Old King Brad But as it was they were able to take advantage of the reached a corner where the stone wall of the cellar made a opportunity and fly. They got off the trestle and dodged angle. into the timber beyond the ravine while Old King Brady And here he made a surprising discovery. was helping Young King Brady back onto the trestle. There were marks which seemed to indicate that thi Both detectives were disappointed. stone had often beeri. moved from present position. Of course they renewed the pursult, but the crooks manThe detective placed his hand upon it and with a slight aged to give them the slip in the woods. The chase was effort rolled it aside. over for that day. An aperture was revealed just about large enough to adAfter a long quest Old King Brady said: mit a man's body. "Too bad! They've got away from us, Harry." Old King Brady lurned to Harry. ''What shall we doi;" asked the young detective, who was "Look here, lad," he said; "you are younger and more keenly disappointed. slender. See if you can crawl in there." "Own up to defeat, that's all." "All right." "It was my fault in being so. clumsy as to fall." Young King Brady took the dark-lantern and crawled "Not at all. That was an accident. We ought to be into the place. Throwing the lantern rays ahead, he was thankful that you were not killed." astounded with the discovery made. "Dear me! I am at a loss now what to do," said + oung A square chamber underground was revealed. King Brady, disconso1ately. It held a great number of boxes and trunks and its wal "But I am not." were hung with blankets and rugs. "Ah, what is our best plan?" There were also heaps of valuables, furs and fancy si "We will go back to t he cabin now and ransack it. 1 and satins, bric-a-brac and vertu, articles such as the skill feel sure that we will find something there." burglar wouid select as valuable. "Good! I had not thought of that," cried Young King This was the hiding place for the spoils gotten by Sh Brady. han and Shafer. So they again set out for tl:.e cabin. It was a thieves' storehouse and a most secure one, t It did not take them long to get there. The door was That the Bradys had discovered it reflected great credi\ still ajar and there was every evidence that nobody had upon them. been there since they left. Into the place Young King Brady crept. Old King Brady entered. Then Old King Brady followed him. The interior of the shanty same appearance that The two detectives took in the scene with wonderm it did the :first time the detectives had !3Xamined it. and interest. It had no appearance of permanent occupation. The ''Well," exclaimed the old detective, "they are a sli floor was partly ripped up and the walls w:ere mouldy and crowd, and they certainly haven't been idle all these y damp. They have many thousands of dollars' worth of goods he But despite this the detectives proceeded to make a very "By Jove, I should say so!" cried the young detect" close and careful search. "Do you suppose the leather bag with its million is here?' The result was that the very thing which they had over"We can only tell by looking," .said Old King looked in the former search was seen. "and that we will now proceed to do." Under a pile of flooring, carelessly heaped, stone steps were seen. Removing a few planks, these steps were dis closed as leading down into a cellar. Ali was darkness iri this cellar. Old King Brady turned the slide of his dark-lantern, which he now lit. Then he flashed its rays downward. The walls and cement floor of the cellar were revealed. The detective went down the slippery steps and Young King Brady followed him. In the cellar, however, nothing was at first seen to war rant an assumption that the crooks had used it as a rendez vous or hiding place for their ill-gotten gains. Old King Brady went carefully over the walls, looking for a possible crevice or secret door. "I can't see it,'' he said in a dubious way. "If the rogues have hidden their plunder here, where is it?" "It is queer that Sheehan and Shafer should hang out here so much," said Young King Brady. CHAPTER XII. THE BIRD ESCAPES. I So the two detectives proceeded to carefully ransack this storehouse of the two Sheehan and Shafer. They opened boxes and bags and overhauled everythi in the place. They searched crevices and corners and left no hole unexplored. But it was all in vain. Many clews to noted robberies were found, but not Tom Jarvis' bag 9r the million in currency. c "True enough. Let us look this cement floor over." This was evidently not in the place. Old King Brady was satisfied. de


IN AND OUT. 23 hat settles it," he said. "Red Ellis alone knows where million is. These chaps, Sheehan and Shafer, do not." And Red Ellis citn tell if he chooses." Certainly." ow can we induce him to do so?" "We cannot. H e will not." "Then I don't see anything before us but defeat," said g King Brady. e are stuck jus t now,'' said the old detective, "but are not beaten. We have Ellis safe enough. The man want now is Hodji, the Hindoo." Ah, then you think he is the fellow who beguiled Jarvis making off with the million?" "I believe mor e than that!" Young King Brady looked up. fay I ask what?" "I believe the Hindoo is the mutderer." hatls a new assumption,'' he said. ''I thought we had ed that Jarvis must have beeJl in collusion with the oo and that both are guilty." developments have disenchanted me of that ," said Old King Brady. / "Then you really think Jarvis was murdered and t4at ji is the guilty one?" Old King Brady nodded. Young King Brady was thoughtful a moment. In any event, Old King Brady was determined to arrest tlie Hindoo palmist. He aiso believed that a search of the Hindoc's rooms would yield fruit. But the time had not yet come for that. Leaving the Grand Central station on arriving in New the two detectives made their way over to Sixth ave nue. The street lamps w e re just beginning to glimmer along the thoroughfares of the great city. People were hurrying home from work and the sidewalks were thronged with a surging mass of human beings. Through the crowd the detectives pushed their way. They kept on rapidly until the red glass globe over the entrance to Hodji's den was seen. It was not yet lit. Old lpng Brady noted this fact. It caused him a queer premonition. However, he quickly entered the little hallway and as cended the stairs. Young King Brady was close behind him. They knocked at the door of the Oriental studio. There was no response. Several times Old King Brady rapped. Then he tried the door. It was locked. "Humph!" exclaimed the old detective. "He evidently is riot in." At this moment a man put his head out of a door across the hall. The sign on the door read: "Professor Leon, Chiropodist." d his head quickly. "Are you looking for the palmist?" he asked. "Right!" he cried. "I think the sai:ne.?' "Yes,'' replied Old King Brady. ()ld King Brady smiled. "Well, he's not here any more." "You see the point?" "Not here?" "I do!" "No; he's gone away and left his rent unpaid for four "We will go back to New York. I shall put Hodji bemonths. Nobody knows where he is." d bars at once." "But he cannot have taken his effects with him. I was "And this stuff here?" here myself yesterday." "We will wire Central to send men up here to re\ "Law, D:O, sir! The effects are held by his landlord, who r it and adverti s e for its owner s ." was in here only an hour since, sir. I reckon the palmi s t "Good! Let us go back to New York at once." business hain't paid very well lately." Old King Brady consulted watch. Th.en Professor Leon slammed his door. lt was past six o'clock. r, Old King Brady looked at Harry. The day had come to a close. "Out of it again,'' he said. arkness would soon be at hand. "You're right,'' agreed the young detective. "How do The two detectives rapidly made their way to Spuyten you suppose he got the alarm?" station. Old King Brady had decided upon heroic "It's my fault." reatment of the case now. ''Yours?" He knew that Red Ellis was safe. Sheehan and Shafer "Sure." would soon round up. But he was convinced that "How do you make that out?" odji was the murderer of Tom Jarvis. "Do you remember the diary in cipher which I took last He would arrest the Hindoo at once. Light?" :Behind bars he would be safe. "Yes." If left at liberty there was no telling what harm he might t"W ell, I ought to have left it. Re discovered of course t do. Old King Brady believed firmly that he had suffit at one of us went into the next room. He saw that the t evidence to convict Hodji. ry was gone. His scent is as keen as that -0 a He Again", finding himself behind bars, Hodji might break g\\essed at once that we were detectives, and he has skipped iWn and confess. and left us in the lurch."


IN AND OUT. 25 He stared at the old detective. "What do you mean?'' he asked. "Just what I said." "Prison bars must yield?" "Just so." "You mean that Red Ellis must be given his liberty?" "I do." Young King Brady echoed the reply. "That is the only way." "But,'' said the Chief, "how will that result in recovering the lost million dollars?" "Just' this way.,'' said Old King Brady. "The very mo ment that Red Ellis gets his liberty he 'will--" Before the old detective could finish, the door of the Chief's office swung open. Half a dozen men crossed the threshold. "What is this?" exclaimed the Chief. "I am engaged at present, gentlemen. If you will kindly seat yourselves in the ante-room I will be at liberty shortly." "That will not be necessary,'' said the foremo s t of the visitors, whom the Chief, as well as the detectives, now recognized as District Attorney Wells, "as these two gentle men, the Bradys, are the very persons we wish to have present in our conference with you." ''In that case," said the Chief, glancing at the detectives, "l will waive my discussion wit!: them until you have stated your errand." Behind the District Attorney came President Chase, Cashier Davis and four or five directors of the People's Bank. They bowed to the Two Bradys as the Chief made intro ductions. Then the District Attorney at once opened statement of tlrnir business there. "Thousands of people are interested in the mysterious case of Tom Jarvis," he said, "and President Chase and the directo:rs of the bank have resolved to offer a reward o.f fifty thousand dollars for the recovery of the million dollars and knowledge of the fate of poor Jarvis. Now the pur pose of our visit here to-day is to discuss with you the possi bility of some plan for the solution of the mystery." The Chief bowed politely. "To draw a confession from Ellis is a positive impossi bility,'' said Old King Brady. The faces of all fell. "Not even with a promise of commutation of sentence?" as}(ed the District Attorney. "That is no inducement to him." A lengthy discussion now followed. All sorts of theories were advanced. And the learned company were obliged to own that they were stumped. After a full hour of argument to no pur pose, it occurred to the District Attorney to turn to Old King Brady and ask: "By the way, Brady, can you suggest a plan?" The old detective nodded. A dead silence reigned in the room. "I can,'' he said emphatically. "Good!" exclaimed Mr. Wells. "What is it, may we ask?" "If it can be adopted it will result in a positive solution of all." ''But can it not be ad0pted ?" "That remains with you and the Chief, as well as the warden of the Tombs prison, to decide. It may be properly called a heroic but neverthless it is necessary and alone will win." The assembled company listened with wonderment to this statement "Will you kindly explain?" "Certainly,'' replied Old King Brady. "The first move is to set the prisoner, Red Ellis, free." The District Attorney stared. "Set him free?" "Yes." "And undo half the case? He is the thief who alone knows where the million dollars is hidden. Why make the sacrifice? Again, who has the right or the power to trans gress the law so far as that? Not even the warden, nor I, nor even the judge on his bench. The duty of all of us, from Governor down to judge, to attorney, to warden-our sworn duty is t

24 IN AND OUT. It was all plain enough. The detectives were more than chagrined. It seemed the greatest in and out case they had tackled. Old King Brady had been sure of his bird up to that moment. Of course Rodji would take care to put a good safe dis tance between him and New York after this. He might even be on his way to Europe. It seemed to at once and effectually dispose of him as a factor in the case. Re must recognize at once the futility of his attempts to recover the lost million now. While Old King Brady was disappointed, yet he knew that this would not balk them in their attempt to recover the missing million. Red Ellis alone knew where this was. Some powerful lever must be brought to bear to force him to divulge the secret. Old King Brady was not yet prepared to say what this should be. But for the present he was resolved to, if possible, learn what Hodji had left behind him in his den. He tried the door again. Then he examined the lock. With the Bradys time was an important factor. It would take time to find the landlord with his keys, and when found he might object to the entrance. So Old King Brady said: "There's more than one way to skin a cat. Hold your dark-lantern, Harry." The young detective produced his dark lantern and held its rays to the keyhole. Then Old King Brady drew a number of skeleton keys from his pocket. Re easily fitted one of these and in a few moments the bolt shot back with a click. The old detective swung the door open and entered the Oriental den. Young King Brady followed him. They closed the door behind them. It was but a moment's work to turn on and light the gas. Everything in the place was turned topsy-turvy. It was evident that the Hindoo had left in a hurry. The two went through the place, carefully examining everything. But they did not at once find a clew of value. Every corner and crevice was searched, the hangings and tapestries Wre examined and the furniture as well. Suddenly Young King Brady picked up a brass button. It was such as a Postal Union or other messenger might wear upon his coat. Its surface bore the impression of an interlaced wreath with the word "Messenger'' in plain letters. That this might have come from the coat of Tom Jarvis looked plausible. Yet of course it was not certain. However, the detectives preserved it as another bit of evi dence. Then after some further quest they left the place. It was quite useless to attempt to trace the absconding H'.i.ndoo. He was sharp and shrewd enough to cover his tracks. The two detectives went straight to the 'office of the Chief of the Secret Service. The Chief welcomed them with warmth and surprise, not unmixed with curiosity. "Is it possible, Brady, that you condescend to come and see me?" he cried in a badgering tone. "I can say that you are a great stranger." "I have had nothing to repon," replied Old King Brady. "But you have now?" "Yes." The Two Bradys seated themselves and Old King Brady gave th'e Chief a complete account of the details of the case. "We have not bagged our birds yet," he said, "and we may never get the real criminal, whom I believe to be Rodji Singh. But we have fathomed all parts of the case save one, and you may consider tliat the most important." "And that is--" "The fate of Tom Jarvis." "Do you think he is alive?" "No." "Have you any theory?" "None, save that the Hindoo in some manner decoyed him to a mysterious death. Of one thing we are sure: The million dollars as contained in the messenger's bag was at one time in the possession of Hodji." "Ah, then, you think that Red Ellis is the only person living to-day who can where the lost million is?" Old King Brady nodded. "I do," he replied. The Chief was thoughtful. "Can you think of any way to cause Ellis to divulge?" he asked. "He will remain in Sing Sing for life, or even go to the death chair, before he will confess." "He is a stubborn fellow." "He is a born criminal." "You know him well?-" "I do." The Chief drummed on the table. ''Well," he said finally, "matters seem to be in statu quo. Can you suggest a plan for relief?" The old detective placed a hand in his pocket and drew out a big plug of tobacco. He took a liberal bite of it. This was his habit when confronted with an unusually difficult problem. Masticating the tobacco for a few moments, he looked the Chief shrewdly in the face and said: "Yes; there is a way to do it, but prison bars must yielc1 before it can be brought CHAPTER XIII. A DARING PLAN. The Chief of the Secret Service was' more than aston ished by this assertion.


26 IN AND OUT. The old detective's eyes struck fire. as he replied: He was eloquent trick he would be back again, with the million dollars "The moment Red Ellis emerges from the Tombs and into freedom-that moment the insatiable greed of man for gold will seize him. He 'fill go straight to the spot where the million is secreted and possess himself of it. "But not for an instant will he be lost from the keen scent of sleuths who will follow him as the needle follows the magnet, and as sure as he will be to recover the million so sure will the prison bars again close over him and the money be returned to its rightful owners. In this way, gentlemen, and in no other, save it be a great chance dis covery, will the million dollars stolen from Tom Jarvis ever be recovered The very originality and astounding daring of this plan held the companypresent spellbound. It took them some while to fully grasp the enormity of the scheme. A long consultation followed. President Chase coincided with Old King Brady. So did the chief. But the District Attorney appeared to be a timid man. "Heavens!" he exclaimed, 'There is no parallel for such an act. Think if it failed! We should all be ruined!" "The very essential fact that so much would be at stake would in itself be a sufficient safeguard. against failure," said Old King Brady. "How easy for Ellis to outwit you!" "He could not. Even allow that he did for a time. He could not employ so much money to advantage without discovery. The million itself would so turn his head that he would be easily entrapped." "I agree with Mr. Brady," said Mr Chase. "The records show that men of his class plunge into folly and excess when fortune overtakes them "That is true!" cried the chief. "Well," cried Wells. "Outline your plan, Mr. Brady! How would you go to work to get Ellis out of the Tombs and give him his freedom and not incur public censure as well as legal ruin?" "The plan is very simple,'' replied the old detective. "It may be held C?nfidential to the last degree by the police justice, the court officers, the warden, you and I and all present "Well!" "Now, Ellis is entered at headquarters as plain Frank Ellis. He is committed simply on the charge of assault. There is as yet no indictment. Mr. Chase need not appear. The police justice may simply fine Frank Ellis for assault and set him free. A Tombs lawyer may be employed to skilfully engineer it all and d-eceive him as well. He will be railroaded out, and--" "If he never comes back?" "We shall all be liable for at least carelessness in duty in letting a criminal escape indictment. We must take the chance." It was certainly a daring and novel plan which Old King Brady proposed. et it was logical. The old detective believed before it could become known that Ellis was really given his freedom by a legal recovered. Success would smother criticism, for a happy ending in public estimation always justifies risky means. The chief and Mr. Chase were delighted with Old King Brady's plan, and supported it warmly. Indeed, the District Attorney himself had only scruples for his personal safety and honor. But finally he set these aside and heartily fell in with the plan. The next thing was to swear all present to secrecy. Then the District Attorney promised to enlist the police ju:stice and the warden in the case. Two days passed Nothing was heard of Hodji, the Hindoo, and the Two Bradys kept low. All this while a lawyer of the class which hang about the Tombs for criminal cases was at work ostensibly for Ellis The latter never suspected that this fl.ashy young lawyer was no other than the detective Young King Brady. The young detective visited the criminal in his cell and indulged in endless legal verbiage and espoused his cause warmly. "They've no case against you at all," he said confiden tially. "I've freed lots worse than you. They're holding you for simple assault. That's only to hold you. I'll have your case called and get you off with a fine before they know what has been done See?" Of course the warden pretended to be short-sighted. So when the long line of simple drunks and petty thieves filed down to the court room of the police justice Frank was in the number. He sat quaking in the dock, fearful that the ruse would be discovered But his keen lawyer stayed by him and in a short while he was called up. A brief statement, a plea of guilty, and the justice said sharply: "Twenty dollars' fine, or two months at Blackwell's Of course Ellis paid the fine and was hustled out of the Tombs by the pseudo lawyer 1 Young King Brady got into a carriage with him and they drove to Harlem. Here Ellis knew of a quiet holise where he claimed he could lie low for a day or two. "Then_ get out of New York," admonished his lawyer. "And don't come back here You're safe at present." Ellis paid the fee of fifty dollars and vanished into the house, which Young King Brady knew was a prime resort for crooks. For two days Ellis laid low When he nallv emerged from concealment the sleuth-hounds were on track. CHAPTER XIV. THE ROGUE AT LIBERTY. Of course we know that this very clever scheme of Old King Brady's to secure the freedom of Red Ellis could never have been worked without the confederation of the warden, the keeper, the police justice and all officers con nected with the most famous of American prisons


IN AND OUT. 27 t There is no such laxity in any department of the Tombs [.anagement as have permitted of the release other-1se. I must be under s tood, therefore, that confidence in the dys was unbounded. o detectives in the Secret Service were more highly None doubted but that they would succeed in their ; heme. The bank directors were exultant. he prospect of r e covering the million was certainly ighter. But the Bradys had hot work before them. Night and day they shadowed the House of Crooks in arlem. Early in the morning of the second day a man emerged .m that den. He was tall and powerfully built and his face was muf d in a scarf. He walked rapidly away up St. Nicholas r enue. Occasionally he looked back o-:er his shoulder to make re that he was not followed. He saw nobody who looked suspicious. But that did not count. "-was followed, just the same. e climbed the long roadway and bridge to summit Columbia Heights. He kept straight on toward the dson River. own the great decline he went until he reached the cks of the Hudson River Railroad. Then he made his y northward. He kept along on the railroad track steadily. For hours / walked on. uddenly, as he was turning a bend in the track, where a h ledge hung over it, two m e n leaped out of a crevice He halted and trembled like a wind-blown leaf. The "tive's eyes held a deadly li ght of desperation. e would not be taken alive. A revolver flashed in his hand. But he did not use it. The two men who faced him laughed loudly and hoarsely. e of them cried: "Oh, ye needn't be afraid of us, Reddy Ye're all right." "Con and Jake!" gasped the crook. "Thet's who it is!" Sheehan and Shafer faced Ellis. They had not met since Ellis had parted company with m to make the attack on the life of Mr. Chase. up his revolv e r. His face cleared. "Ye gave me a great fright," he said. "I thought it those bloodhounds, the Bradys." Shafer and Sheehan gave a start of alarm in their turn. "The Bradys!" cried Sheehan with a curse. "Have ye n them?" ''No; but I'm only just out of ther Tombs by a trick of mart young lawyer," declared Ellis. "I know the Bra will be hot after me when they find it out." "What are they after ye for?" "Oh, it's on account of that bank messenger's case. Ye ow the leather bag I took from the Hindoo's place?" "Sure!" "Well, there was a million dollars in it." Shafer and Sheehan exchanged glances. "That's all right," they said. "We knew that right along and have been trying to work a gag to git ye out of the Tombs." "Eh?" said Ellis suspiciously. "How do I know that?" "Ye kin take our word fer it." "What are ye doin' here?" "We've been tryin' to make the shanty without bein' seen by the detectives and recover some of the swag there." "Are ther detectives onto ther shanty?" asked Ellis. "Sure!" And with this Shafer and Sheehan described their experiences with Old King Brady and his young protege. Red Ellis listened nervously It was evident that he was much wTought up with fear. He paced the track uneasily. "Well," he said, "what are you chaps goin' to do now?" "We're goin' along with you," said Sheehan. An ugly leer disfigured Ellis' face. "No, you ain't!" he said, with a black oath. "We ain't?" 1.,,, "Not much!" "What's wrong? Ain't we pals?" i ''Not now!" "Where are you goin' ?" "That's my affair. I'm playin' a lone hand now, an' when I feel that way," said Ellis with an ugly grin, "I'm best not to be meddled with." Sheehan and Shafer seemed much disconcerted. They exchanged glances, and Black Jake rejoined: "That ain't no way to do, R'ed. We've been friends to you, an' now you've struck luck you oughtn't to turn us down!" "Struck luck!" exclaimed the crook. "What do ye mean?" Sheehan and Shafer looked significant. "I hope ye don't think we don't know all about the leather bag and ther million, Red. We're dead onto ye. You're the only man in New York knows whar thet million is hid!" Red Ellis' face was livid. He trembled with fury. "Wall," he said savagely, "an' what if I do? Do ye want to dispute it?" "No," said Jake obsequiously. "But we want to be counted in. We're still pals and count on a square deal. We want a share in that million." Red Ellis knew that his former pals were onto him, and that it was not going to be an easy matter to set them aside. He was determined, in his stubbor.n, bulldog fashion, to s hare his luck with no one. A feeling rankled in his bosom. All the way up the railroad track Ellis had never dreamed that he was shadowed When he turned a bend .in the track two shadowy forms flitted up to that bend In the open country they kept well 'Out of sight under the sandy embankment . But when they saw the two confederates, Sheehan and Shafer, appear they were as well as disappointed. /


28 IN AND OUT. "Confound those rascals!" cried Young King Brady. "Hold yer hosses!" said Ellis with white, set face. "Y "They will spoil it all. Ellis will never divulge to them all get a look at it." the hiding place of the million dollars." With this he broke the seal. Ellis regarded his two former pals through half shut But the lock would not yield. eyes. Mechanically his hand traveled toward his pistol Tom Jarvis had the key when he left the bank th11t pocket. Where it was now it was not easy to say. But quick as a fl.ash Sheehan covered him with his own But Sheehan pulled out a knife. pistol. With one slash he cut a great aperture in the leath "Easy; Red," he said coldly. "I've got the drop, and Out upon the sands tumbled a number of packages cold lead talks. You can't drop us yet." money. "Look here," said Ellis in a wheedling manner. "Thar With cries more like wild beasts than men Sheehan ain't no million in that bag. Thar's not a hundred thouShafer went down upon their knees and began to scram sand. The Hindoo took it out. Now, I'll own up to give for the packages. ye five thousand each. Thet's square." What followed was thrilling and could be averted by Sheehan laughed scornfully. human power. Like a fiend incarnate Ellis' tall fo "Do ye think we're fools, Red?" he cried. ''We know swayed over them. ther seal on thet bag warn't broke by ther Hindoo. OneHe. had grasped a heavy iron spike from the roadb halfi or fight!" and quick as thought he dashed it down upon Sheeha Ellis hesitated. Then with a crafty gleam in his eyes he skull. said: Shafer had hardly time to turn his head when he a "All right! You shall have half. But it's agreed ye'll received a stunning blow. go yer own way an' not foller me?" "There, curse ye!" shrieked Ellis in insane fury. "Y "We agree to it," said Shafer. got yer deserts fer tryin' to rob me. The million "All right, then," cried Ellis, starting a,long the track. all mine, and it'll buy .me a title in a foreign land. "Ther money ain't far from here: Wait until I come back quits with America forever." an' ye shall have it." He knelt 1 down and began stuffing the packages Ellis started to walk away up the track, but Sheehan money back into the bag. cried: He was just about to rise when a hard voice soun "Hold on! We'll go with ye!" close to his ear: The face of the crook darkened and he gnashed his teeth. "The game is up, Ellis. But he did not demur. ance." Up the track the three crooks now went. Soon they Elli:i looked into the muzzle of a revolver. Beh came to a cut where the track left the river bank and was Old King Brady's eye, looking him through crossed an arm of land or promontory jutting out into the through. Hudson. "The devil!" he gaspe d. But just then Young Ki Half way through this cut there was an overhead bridge. Brady thrnst handcuffs over his wrists. A road ied down to a long-disused landing. The abutNeither Sheehan nor Shafer were .more than knoc ,ments of this bridge were of stone. senseless. They even showed signs of revival. High up the bank and where the timbers rested on the But Young King Brady placed 1 handcuffs on them. stone abutments there was an aperture under the planks. captwe was complete. Ellis put his arm into this aperture. Three of the most notorious crooks in Gotham, toget When he drew his arm out he held in his hand a large with the lost million of the People's Bank, were in t and heavy leather bag. It was the very bag which Tom hands. No wonder the Bradys were jubilant. J arvis had carried from the bank that day. And just at that moment a distant whistle was heard. The Two Bradys were watqhing all this like hawks. Young King Brady ran far up the track. He pul Nearer they rapidly crept, under cover of the embank-off his coat and standing between the rails flagged the tr ment. It was a critical moment. As it chanced, two Central Office w I Ellis held the bag up, while his confreres regarded it board, returning from Albany. with wolfish eyes. The expression on his face was hard They assisted in bringing the prisoners aboard, and and set. train went on its way. A tremendous sensation was created among the pass gers when it was learned that tiie Two Bradys with the' CHAPTER XV. million of the People's Bank were aboard. When New York was reached Red Ellis with Shee THE GAME BAGGED. and Shafer were taken to the Tombs. Ellis held up the bag. "Open it," said Sheehan hoarsely. ''I never saw a mil lion dollars. Let's have a look at it." "Open it!" cried Shafer. The lost million was recovered. The fate of Red was now of little comparative interest. When the news reached headquarters tremendousoexc ment was created. Not the least delighted of any District Attorney Wells.


IN AND OUT. 29 he bag of currency was delivered to President Chase he Bradys themselves. Instantly .a meeting of the tors was called and the fifty thousand dollars reward paid to the two detectives. ut the question of the fate of honest Tom Jarvis was a mystery. was believed only one man in the world lived could tell this. his was the Hi.ndoo. 's whereabouts none knew. pon leaving his Sixth avenue door that night Hodji taken with him only such things as were to him of t essential value. ld King Brady yet had the diary in cipher. The de ves conferred with the landlord. latter proved a man reasonable to talk with. had been much interested in the Jarvis case from the He agreed to leave everything untouched in the aoo's apartments for a time. hen the two detectives haunted the place with the mption that the Hincfoo would venture to revisit t he e of his evil-doings. he had murdered Tom Jarvis he had certainly done rig with the body. atters would be simplified if this could be found. ld King Brady worked hard on the cipher of the Hin 's diary. He found that it was of a simple form. t yet he could not quite connect the letters, though d manage to guess at some of the passages in the book. of them he made OJ1t to read thus: 'hjrty-six hours is the usual period for complete oblit,m. Mix with decomposing fluid, and then--" ae translation here stopped. Nothing more could be ed. e old detective racked his brain for similes. In vain udied. e could not connect this entry in any manner with the tery of the disappearance of Tom Jarvis. ut it was most directly ccnnected, and time was to prove Incidents were now evolved thick and fast. he detectives haunted the Sixth avenue rooms on the ry that a murderer always returns sooner or later to scene of his crinie. nd so it happened that one evening a slender figure ... ._.....,ea. the red globe and entered the narrow halle wore a long, full, white beard, and his frame was ed in a long and enfolding cloak. d King Brady was in a doorway across the street. oung King Brady leaned against a lamp post at the er of the street. He heard Old King Brady's whistle. stantly he joined him. at's up?" he asked. bird has come." e young detective experienced a thrill. here is he?" e has just passed into tl'e place." say that both detectives were now eagei: and excited would be a correct and mild statement. They hovered in the doorway for a while. Then, satisfied that all was clear for them, they :flitted across the street. In a moment more they were in the narrow hallway. Like noiseless shadows tl).ey climbed the stairs. In the dim light it was seen that the studio door was open. Then Old King Brady silently glided through the door. Young King Brady followed. They were in the reception room. From one room to another they went. They met with disappointment. "He has slipped us,'' said Young King Brady. But at that moment the old detective caught a glimpse of a section of the partition between this room and the one beyond. An aperture was revealed. He went forward an d examined it. A sliding door re vealed a space between the partitions extending downward. A cleat ladder was affixed to the studding beams. Old KiI,i.g Brady listened. No sound came from the depths below. He was determined to know the mystery of this den of the Hindoo, so he took a desperate chance and proceeded to make descent into the place. Down he went, hand over hand. Young King Brady waited a moment and then followed the old detective. Down the cleat ladder the detectives made their way slowly. Suddenly Old King Brady's feet toucj:ied earth. He was in utter and absolute darkness. Young Ki.rig Brady had now struck the bottom of the ladder. Then a system of telegraphy passed between the detect ives. It was a system devised and practised by them alone. It was executed by means of hand pressure and the interlocking of fingers. "Do you hear anything?" asked Young E:ing Brady. "Nothing." "Is he here?" "It is impossible to say yet." "If he is here he must be aware of our presence also." "I should say so!" "What had we better do?" But Old King Brady had now decided upon a heroic move. If Hodji was in the there was no doubt but that he had heard the detectives descending. Moreover, he would not submit to arrest without resist ance. All advantages lay with him. But Old King Brady pulled out his lantern and opened the slide. CHAPTER XVI. A GREWSOME DISCOVERY. The result was that the rays of the lantern showed a dead wall of stone not a foot from the lantern. The detective moved the focus of th!! lantern about and


\ 30 IN .AND OUT. this wall gave way to an angle and showed a narrow passage leading in two directions, to the right and left. .At the end of the passage on each side was a closed door. But no sign of Hodji. The detectives were puzzled. If the Hindoo was in the place, beyond which door would he be found? This was the question. Old King Brady crept to the right. He applied his ear to the door. A faint rustling sound was heard beyond it. It might be the Hindoo, or it might be a rat. The sound was not repeated. Old King Brady resolved to know. He pushed gently on the door. It yielded easily. As it swung quickly back he i;ent the rays of the dark lantern from one part of the cellar chamber to the other. But no living occupant was there. The place was exactly like any cellar, with walls of stone, mouldy, earthen floor, and nothing was in it e:x:cept an old lime barrel. The detective whispered to Young King Brady: "Watch the other door!" Then he proceeded to make a quick and hasty examination of the cellar. He went quickly around it his hands against the wall. There was no other door, no window nor aperture that might admit a rat. All plastered and chinked. Old King Brady kept close to the wall. This was his salvation. He came back to the starting point. Then he flashed the lantern's rays up to the ceiling. This was in the nature of :flooring. He saw the outlines of a trap or drop door. ".Ah!" he muttered. "I wonder where that opens to, or what is beyond it." He marked the spot. Then it occurred to him to inspect the earthen floor. He flashed the lantern's rays across the centre of the cellar floor . And as he did so he was given a mighty start. In the centre of the earthen floor was plainly seen the square lines of an excavation which had: been refilled. What was more, the interior of this refilled excavation bore a strange whitish-streaked color. The detective bent down and scanned the surface closely. Then he reached forward and touched the strange mate rial. It trembled like jelly. He could not repress a shiver. "Quicksand!" he thought. "That is queer. It has been prepared." But not yet satisfied, he took up a handful of the mate rial. _Then he made an astounling discovery. The earthen color of the surface of the excavation was created by a thin coating of mould scattered on the surface of lime held in solution. "A lime pit!" The old detectiTe was thrilled. He drew back with a gasp of horror. A terrible inkling of the whole truth came to him was nigh unmanned by the awful revelation. For other purpose could Hodji, the scheming Hi doo, have constructed this pit of death than the absolu destruction of all traces of a terrible crime? A body thrown into the lime pit would be wholly d stroyed in a short space of time. Not the slightest vestige of it would be left to reveal t crime Had the villain disposed of the body of his victim, To Jarvis, in this manner? It was a horrible thought. Young King Brady now appeared. The two detectives conversed again by means of t secret telegraphy. "What do you think of this discovery?" asked "Horrible!" replied Young King Brady. Jarvis' boQ.y is at the bottom of this pit?" "Indications point that way." 1 "How shall we know?" "If it has not been entirely destroyed traces of it found in the bottom of the pit." "No time should be lost, then, in removing the lime. "Just so!" . "Do you think Hodji is about here?" "I do not. He has undoubtedly given us the slip." "The wretch!" The two detectives now turned their attention to door at the other end of the passage. It was firmly ba and fastened. There was no way of breaking it down without tools. However, Old King Brady was resolved to kn what was beyond it. .. On the floor above was the store of a small grocer. It might be his cellar. And, indeed, as the detectives were trying the door t heard sounds beyond it and a voice. Old King Brady called loudly and an answer came. was speedily learned that this was the truth. The cellar in front had no connection whatever with cellar in the rear which had been so securely ciosed used by Hodji. The Two Bradys now decided upon quick action. They returned to the rooms above. Then Old King Brady went to the nearest signal box with the aid of a patrol officer called for afu\.:f"'""!'!l:K" quarters. Officers came, and the place was quickly infested. an investigation of the lime quickly followed. Workmen quickly broke down the door from the groce cellar. Then they brought shovels and buckets and began moving the lime. In the cellar were found bottles of rosive acids and chemicals, which had doubtless been um with the lime. Only faint traces of the body were found. A disintegrated section of a skull and a few finger bo This was all. But it was enough.


. ( IN AND OUT. 31 Old King Brady remembered the pocket knife with Jar vis' name on it and the button he had found upstairs, and believed he had enough evidence to convict Hodji. It was evident that the Hindoo was the murderer of Tom Jarvis. Only the burglary of his rooms by Ellis, Sheehan ; afer had balked him in securing the million, and pre nted his forever covering up all traces of the crime. The fate of Tom Jarvis was proved to the satisfaction of e detectives. But the case was not :finished. The murderer was at large. The detectives

. 32 IN AND OUT. "If we do we lose him." "But if he is not hiding here if we don't go on we lose him." "We're off the track anyway." "You are right." "We have just as good a chance to find him lurking about these warehouses as any. I think we had better stay here." So it was decided. Old King Brady now like a true sleuth-hound went back a ways on the scent. He knew that Hodji had dropped from sight immediately on rounding the hay warehouse. He looked here for a renewal of the last scent. And with the true cunning of a born tracker of men he found it. He came to the broken window, There were marks of muddy feet on the sill. He signaled tg Young King Brady. "We've got him!" The two detectives now proceeded to study out a plan for drawing their game from his lai,\". The warehouse )lad a low shed for an ell, or exte ns; on. This shed had a roof. Over the roof was a window leading into the hay loft. Old King Brady pointed to this window and said : "One of us must ,go Llp there and driv e t he fox out fro,... that end while t!ie o }'!ier waits to bag hirr. when he comes out." "Do you think he is armed?" asked Young King Brady. "Undoubtedly." "I will go up on the roof. I am younger and better able to climb." "Very well." So Young King Brady quickly clambered up on the roof of the shed. Soon he reached the hay loft window. Old King Brady watched the exits below. Quickly the young detective fulfilled his part. He climbed in at the window. As far as he could see the great .scaffolds held bales of hay. Silent h the young detective made his way among these bales. Suddenly he saw a dark form crouched against a pile ofthe bales. Crack! The zip Of a bullet tingled against the young detective's ear. He sank down instantly behind a bale. Crack! Another bullet struck the bale and was stopped by it. Then Young King 'Bria.y opened fire. Crack! Crack! Shots were hotly exchanged and not howl of pain came from the lips of Then he leaped up and began to run to the next scaffold. His ammunition '\lillS exhausted. Young King Brady realized this chase. The end was near. The Hindoo's purpose now seemed the building and once more flee for R e leaped from one scaffold to ano Bra d y was close behind him. In this way they were not long in floor. Then the Hindoo hurled hi door. It yielded and he went reeling out And into the arms of Old King Bra In an instant the old detective had and a most desperate struggle followe Hodji was slender and of an effeIIll fought like a maniac. But Old King Brady was a hard m He finally got his grip, and that w '.he criminal career of Hodji Singh, the Old King Brady threw him heavily AnCI. there he held him until Young Handcuffs were quickly placed on t h helpless. But even then he foamed fumed madly. But in vain. His career was end ed. An hour later he was aboard a N e w the two detectives. In due time he rest Before Hodji went to the death c crimes he made a full confession of t Jarvis. Jarvis, who was honest, but a trifle visited Hoclji once in his den to b.ave h The palmist, !earning the nature of th pation, there and then conceived the pl means of hypnotic influence at such tim a large sum in his care. How well the scheme worked and fa' Nothing more remained for the 'l wo B bring to a successful ending this, one of able "in and out" cases of their detecti THE END. "THE BRADYS' HARD FIGHT; OR, AFTER 'HE PULLMAN CAR CROOQ." whic number (6) of Secret Service . ..


C KING BRADY. 'DETECTIVES. Who has not heard of Olp KingBrady," the celebrated detective, who oled more .mysteries than ny sleuth ever l}e rd of. In the series o f storie_ to be J.isheff in SECRET S ERVICE, h e will be assisted by a young man known, ..w\mg King King Brady," wh,ose only aim in life 'is t o O l d King Brady" iP h" the ground reac mg dangero u s cases and running crim{nals. to ea h Bow well 1\e fuself against a small explained iin the following stories published .in into the open air ady. by the / Weekly. Cl,) '. ...,....,1 The Black B and; -or, The woKiif{; a. Bar An Interesting Detective .' . 2 Told by the Ticker; or, The Two Brjl.dys on a Wall tre 3 The Bradys After a Mill on; or,heir to Save an lietr 4 The Bradys' Great Bl ff: or, A Bllnco that Failed tq:W...,,,.,,..,,,..,,....., 5 In and Out; or, The Two King it'adys tively Chase. 6 The Bradys' Hard Fight; or, the:'P .llman Car .Crookllf C!;: ' 7 .Case Number Ten; or, The and tJJ.e ivate Asylum _.. ......... 8 The Bradys' Silent Search: 11le Deafa.nd Dumb G,"'81111 9 The .. Ma.nia.c Doct.or: or, Old af<1. g Brady in Pe 10 Held at Ba.y; or, The a Ba.filing Case. \ 11 Miss Myste y, the Girl Ch.lea.go; or, Old and YounJ Kil!J Brady on a, Dark Trail. Es; .. . i !2 The Bradvs' Deep ha.sing the Society Crooks. t ' For Sale by All Newsdealer s or will be Sent to Any .Address on Receipt of Price, 5 en ts Per opy, by FRANK!


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