Case number ten; or, The Bradys and the private asylum fraud

Case number ten; or, The Bradys and the private asylum fraud

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Case number ten; or, The Bradys and the private asylum fraud
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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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I :::::i Iaa11e d Weekly-By $2 50 per yecl'f'. F;nter e d a s Second Class Malter u t the Nww Y ork Post (!.(/ice, u!J Frrn>k 7' 011se11. No. 7. NEW YORK, MARCH 10, 1 899. Price 5 Cents. lowly the chemist. Wittman, poured out the deadly poiso But the crashing in of the door revealed Young King Brady, and the old de ,tive's life was saved_:.._. ______ _.


OLD AND YOUNG KING BRADY, DETECTIVES. I ssued W eekly-By Subscription $2.50 p e r vear. Entered as Second Class M atter at the New York. 11 Y., Pos t OJfice. Ente?ed according to Act of Congress in the JI.ear 1899, in the office of the Libra_rj,an of Congress Washington, D. G ., by 1''ran/ Touse y, 29 West 26th Street, New York. :No. 7. New Y ork, Marc h 1 0 1899 Price 5 Cents. CASE NUMBER TEN; OR, The Bradys and the Private Asylum Fraud A THRILLING DETECTIVE STORY. BY A NEW YORK DETECTIVE. CHAPTER I. A STATEMENT OF THE CASE. OLD KING BRADY, the world famous detective, I t was a T his purported t o come fro m the y oung lady herself, and contain ed but three sentences. pulled a notebook from his pocket and carefully "I am behind bars. Give me help in the name of scanned its pages. God. I am sane. VICTORINE LA SALLE." As his keen gaze ran over the entries he stopped at one of them. This message.was hand ed to the chief one dark "Case Number Ten," he exclaimed, in a thoughtful evening by a withered old hag, just as he was entermanner. "That is the I must give that at-ing his office. ention at once. : She disappeared before he could question hel." Case Number Ten was, as given in Old King closer. rady's notebook, a most interesting and remark-It was a surprise to the chief, and he gave it ble case. study. One day while in the office of the chief of the Secret But the result of all deductions was the same, and Service he had been given the par!iiculars of a very this was the conclusion that the message was a hoax, trange affair and that Victorine L a Salle had not sent it. It was a disappearance. The chief turned the affair over to Old King-A very beautiful young lady and an heiress, who Brady. as prominent in the highest s o cial circles of Gotham, The old detective t o ok n otes and gave the case some ad vanished from sight a s c o mpletel y as if claimed a ttentio n at first. But other m ore important matters. y the grave. I c o mi n g up he had p u t it aside for a time. And for aught that could b e di s co vered an u n k nown But no w several s trange inc idents had recalled rave might have claime d h er. J the case which he had num bered as "ten" in his. The smartest detectives in the country had been diary. ut on the case. These incidents, the product of a case he was work-N otbing resulted. ing on, had seemed to suddenly connect themselves. She was given up by her frie n d s. with Case Number Ten or the mysterious disappear-Some believed it suicide ance of Victorine La Salle. Others mentioned murder. So this is how we find Old King Brady looking up But whether suicide or murder, n o trace o f her Case Number Ten in his notebook. ould be found. Tbe more the detective studied the matter the betIt was a very strange affair. But one clew was in the possessi o n of the Service chief. ter satisfied he became that the strange message had really come from the missing girl. "This is a case of foul play," he muttered. "That. \ /


I 2 CASE NUMBER TEN. sirl was or is confined somewhere for a purpose by I married twice. His second wife was a widow, and .enemies. To find her is to find the key of the Dr. Victorine La Salle was her daughter. Jacobs case." When Alexander Hess departed this life, he left The Dr. Jacobs case was one the old detective, as-over one million dollars in trust for Anthony and. Vic sisted by his protege, Young King Brady, had been torine. For ten years they were to enjoy the income. working on. Then, if Victorine did not marry, the estate was to Heretofore, for many years, the form of Old King be equally divid ed settled. Brady, in. its severity of dress and straightness of But should V1ctorme marry, all the property would form, was a well-known figure in the criminal quar-revert to Anthony. . ters of New York but he was alone. In case of the death of either w1thm ten years, the In his tight-fit;ing blue coat, his white hair under surviving heir was to become sole owner of t.he es the bro ad-brimmed hat, he was a striking personage. tate. But now a young man, much of his own type but Some people called it a singular will. more slender, was. seen with him. A few more distant heirs talked of contesting it, His name was Harry Brady. but nothing came of He was no blood relation of Old King Brady, However, a nephew named Jefferson Dale was very though his name "as Brady. He had ;1dopted the bitter against his uncle. He even attempted legal detective profession from choice. proceedings, but of course in vain. Old King Brady had taken a fancy to the young deDale, who had been an earnest attendabt upon Miss tective, and the two had become warm friends. La Salle, was now cut by her. Old King Brady had done much to assist Harry in This angered him g1 eatly and being of a sullen, re-the mastering of the profession. vengeful nature, he was determined to get even in He had given him many points. some way. These were of value. He even came to blows with Anthony. Of course, should both Anthony and Victorine die, he would be Young King Brady was the title he known the next heir. by. In a short while he had gained a fame second only to the older detective. In many points he was fully the equal if not the su perior of Old King Brady. But pair worked in perfect harmony. So when Old King Brady decided to take up the Victorine La Salle case, as connected with the Dr. .Jacobs affair, he hunted up Young I):ing Brady and conferred with him. So when Dr. Jacobs was charged with the murder of 1\.nthony Hess, Dale was brought into the case also. But he easily proved an alibi. That disposed of him. The strange death of Anthony Hess was a most peculiar affair He had. attended a club dinner and drove home in company with Jacobs, who was the family physician. Anthony complained of a strange feeling in the head, and the doctor ascribed it to the of cham pagne. Whether or not he prescribed for Hess, or The young detective never hesitated to honestly gave him medicine in the cab, wa. s the point of con question Old King Brady's theories. This secretly tention at the trial. An argument followed. Young King Brady had his idea of the case and the old detective had his. tickled the old detective immensely. Jacobs did not get out of the cab when it reached Instead of nettling him it pleased him, and he would the Hess mansion. stand any amount of criticism good-naturedly Hess went into the Aouse, and the cabman drove "The boy has a mind of_ his own, ; he would mutter the doctor home. But he had barely entered his with a chuckle. "Independent spirit! That's what house, when a messenger summoned him to the dying a detective wants. He must al ways stand on his own bedside of Hess. bottom." J Hess was unconscious when acobs got there. The Dr. Jacobs case was a most peculiar one. Other physicians were called in, and everything pos-It had baffled the best detectives of the ?ountry, sible done. and yet remained a mystery. But Hess died within three hours. The charge brought against Jacobs was a very He did not once regain consciousness. serious one, for it was that of 'murder. His symptoms were so peculiar that the physicians At first all the evidence seemed against Jacobs. did not attempt a diagnosis, but called for an autopsy. But after a long trial and much keen detective This revealed a startling fact. work the case fell through, and he was acquitted. Hydrocyanide acid was found in the membraneous But many people still believed him guilty. Exclulining of the stomach. Mr. Hess had taken a large sive opportunity was one of the charges brought dose of poison. against him. He had said nothing to the servants upon entering Anthony Hess was a small broker in Broad street, the house, beyond announcing that he was ill. and lived in sumptuous apartments uptown. The theory of suicide did not seem tenable. Dr. He was the son of Alexander He8s, who h .ad been I Jacobs was called forward at the inquest ...


CASE NUMBER TEN. 3 Certain peculiar facts elicited resulted in his arrest I ment, we will enter upon the thrilling incidents of our and trial. story. His story was straightforward. I One September day, a carriage drove slowly He denied giving Hess anything while together in I through a street in upper Harlem. the cab. He admitted that Hess had complained of There was nothing remarkable in the fact alone. illness. Carriages by the score drove hourly through the Nothing could be proved, so he was acquitted. thoroughfare. But the appearance of this particular After this Jacobs and Jefferson Dale became insepar-carriage merits attention. able. The blinds were closely drawn. This was the case of Dr. Jacobs. The horses were black and so was the driver, or at Old King Brady had given it some attention. Now, least as much as could be seen of his face was of that however, that Victorine La Salle had so mysteriously color. disappeared, he was sure the two cases were con-What was in the carriage? neoted. Where was it going ? Case Number Ten, therefore, may be seen to be one I Why were the blinds drawn? -0f great complexity and enshrouded in mystery. These questions occurred in consecutive order to a Not the slightest explanation of the young girl's 1 man who stood just in the shadow of a bit of ledge, disappearance could be found. j which abutted upon the street. She had simply dropped frqm sight. He was tall and dressed in the garb of a mendi-The world ceased to know her. cant. Whether she was alive or dead, only an OmnipoBut beneath his ragged, tattered hat there was a tent Power could tell, other than her possible abduc-pair of gleaming eyes. tors. He watched the carriage ip.tently. Old King Brady's closest inquiries revealed only Then he ran out and hobbled along behilld it, as if these facts : I to solicit alms from its but if it any, She was a young woman of rare intellect and sense, they could not have seen him, for the curtains were and, therefore liardly liable to temporary or perma-drawn. nent The black driver never looked back. She had no known enemies. He let the horses jog slowly along. She was npt the kind to commit suicide. A little ways further was a block of brownstone Where, then.was the clew? houses. The middle of the block was divided by a Old Ki"ng Brady considered the abduction theory. gateway and drive. { ., The aoductors must have' a motive. A high wall closed from the view of the street. What could it be? As the carriage turned into the arch th.e gate fell !he old co_nsidered jealousy, enopen, and then the equipage disappeared from view. mity, and financial gam. The latter motive seemed The gate closed behind it. the only logical one. j It was a heavy iron-bossed affair, and by no means might be scheming for the large fortune easy to open. which, now that Anthony Hess was dead, was about Th b h lt d h d .., d t th t . e eggar a e ere an ga,.e a e ga e. to become hers accordmg to the will of Alexander Th h d h . t th h d en e raise is voice m impreca ions on e ar -HeWss. ? Th t h ? hearted travelers whom he supposed to be in the ho could this be. e nex eir. riage. Who was the next heir? Mr. Jefferson Dale. Old King Brady puckered his lips. He drew down the brim of his hat and his keen eyes gleamed. Mr. Jefferson Dale's lot was now not to be envied. If he was the evil doer he certainly had an implacable foe on his track, a fox in cunning, and a wolf in deadly purpose. CHAPTER II. THE DETECTIVES. AT THE ASYLUM. THUS, to the best of our ability, we have stated the main facts and theories of the remarkable Case Num ber Ten. Old King Brady had now decided to enter upon the case with all his powers. Young King Brady was with him. With this primary, but no less important announce-. He hobbled close to the gate and even tried it. But it was locked. Wpile he was thus engaged, a savage looking fel low with a shock of red hair, making a lion-like mane, and with features of a coarse, bloated kind, put his head through a small wicket and shouted : "Git away from there, ye bag of rags! If ye don't, I'll come out. Go on yer way !" "Help a poor beggar!" pleaded the mendicant. "I am hungry !" "I'll make ye hungry. Git out!" The mendicant shook his head and indica.ted his ears. Then he continued his su. pplications. "Thunder! he's as deaf as a post," growled the red-haired fellow. And he made threatening signs to the mendicant. "What's the matter, Red Uno?" cried a harsh voice from beyond the gate.


CASE NUMBER TEN. "I don't like ther idee of thi s beggar hanging around here, doctor!" "Who is he? A spy do you think?" Another face appeared at the w icket. It was the smooth-shaven sensual visage of Dr. .Jacobs. He scowled at the mendicant. Then he said : "He's h a rmless. Shut up the wicket and come with me, Uno. We've got a hard subject to handle to-day." The wicket closed with a cl a sh. The mendicant's eyes glearv.ed. "Harmle ss, eh?" he muttered. "We'll see about that, my fine birds. A private insane asylum, eh? That is just a good business for Dr. Jacobs. Ha, ha! How murder will out." He made a move to pass along the wall beyond the gate. He stopped short. A sharp exclamation escap&-: him. In an angle of the wall a huma n form was wedged. He was invisible from the street. How long be bad been there was only to be guessed. For a moment the mendicant stared. Who was this man ? What was be doing here? But there was a glance of recognition which passed between them. "Harry Brady !" 1 "That's who it is," whispered the man in the crevice. "That's a fine disguise you have." "Yes," agreed Old King Brady. For the two Bradys are before the reader. "I didn't know you. I thought it was a real beggar." "Good!" laughed the old detective. "But you got this scent before me!" "I have only just come." "So have I." "What do you make of it?" "Dr. Jacobs is at the bottom of it all. It seems he is the proprietor of several private asylums for the insane," declared Old King Brady. "That is not generally known." "No." "He deen fit to always keep it a secret." "He has." The two detectives were carrying on this conversa tion in whispers. "Well," said Young King Brady, "I have shad owed this place for a good while. I always suspected queer work here. Do you think there is any clew to the mysterious disappearance of Victorine La Salle?" "What motive would Jacobs have for doing away with her?" "Somebody else may." "Who?" "Any person who might largely benefit by it." The two detectives exchanged glances. "Alexander Hess left a large fortune." "Anthony Hess was poisoned." "Victorine La Salle has disappeared." Who is to claim the million left by her?" The next heir." And that is--" "Jefferson Dale I" I Very r apidly the detectives deduced these incon trovertible facts. They could not be impeached, and at 6nce furnished not only motive, but good, logical r e ason. "We will look J e fferson Dale over," said Old King Brady, drawing a deep breath. "Now, to find out, if possible, if Victorine La Salle is in this private asylum." "How will you do that?" i "I shall first employ open means." i "Ah please explain." The old detective looked about him. They were in a 'iery retired spot. They were hidden from the street by a little patch of shrubs. Above were the iron b arred and shuttered windows of the asylum. Old King Brady pulled off his coat. 1 Off came wig and whiskers. Then the tattered trousers followed. All was deftly packed into small compass, and thrust into a small hand bag. The detective now stood revealed in his own tight fitting blue coat and dark trousers, his smooth face and slouch hat. The other battered habiliments had been worn over these. "Remain here, Harry," s a id Old King Bra d y "I will shortly signal you." "All right !" The young detective remained crouching in the angle of the wall. Old King Bra d y boldl y walked across the little plot of gre en and mounted the stoop of the hou s e. He rang the bell. It was a long while b e for e the summons was an swered. Then the door op e ned and a grated door was seen beyond. A man stood in the doorway. It was Dr. Jacobs. He looked keenly at the detective. Old King Brady asked nonchantly : "May I ask if this is a private asylum?" "lt is?" replied Jacobs, easily. He was studying the visitor. "Ab, for the insane?" "For those afflicted with nervous and mental troubles, yes !" "Hum You accept patients for treatment, do you not?" "We do. Our methods are of the best. We have skilled attendants, and while we do not a lw ays effect cure, we guarantee a comforta ble home for the afflict ed one, for lif e if need b e." "Do you accept violent pat i e n t s?"


CASE NUMBER TEN. 5 "Yes, any kind. Our facilities for their treatment are of the best." "Strait-jacket, padded cell, etcetera?" "Sometimes those measure s are necessary." "Ah, I see," said Old King in the same careless, easy way. "It is not so very difficult to lock up any man and make him appear insane, is it? That is to say-perhaps I am blunt, I may put the question in another form : If a man who il'! really sane is lock ed up in an asylum, it is sometimes difficult for him to prove his sanity, is it not?" "Such cases are frequent,'' replied the doctor, guardedly. "Sometimes people have a relative who is troublesome, and suspect a hereditary ten

6 CABE NUMBER TEN. was the least doubt they would deprive me of my license and hurry me into court. "So you see it is impossible for me to conduct an irregular business. Now I will convince you that Victorine La Salle is not in my place "In the fi'rst 1 place, she did not develop violent in sanity she left home, did she? All my female patients would tear your eyes out if they could get at you." Old King Brady was fair-minded He was willing to admit that he would not expect to find Victorine La Salle violently insane. From one cell to another they passed. There were twenty-five patients in the asylum. They were of both sexes and of various ages, from twelve years up to seventy. There were three young w omen of Victorine" s age. But Old King Brady could not identify one of these as Victorine La Salle. Moreover, each was beyond all doubt hopelessly mad. They were even violent in their actions The old detective was astonished. He went all over the place. Dr. Jacobs, as suave and polite as one could wish, allowed him to. penetrate to every part of the place. So far as could be seen, it was well appomted, in perfect order, and a model of the kind. The detective was puzzled. But he was not satisfied. Despite all that he had seen, he felt sure that there was an undercurrent somewhere. There was a mystery. He could not help but identify Dr. Jacobs with the murder of Anthony Hess. He identified him with the disappearance of Vic torine La Salle. But he had as yet not an ounce of evi dence. So, far from throwing him off the track, this in spection of the asylum only seemed to confirm his suspicions. "Now," said the polite doctor at the door, "I trust I have disabused your mind of the unjust sus picions against me." "Have you branches of this asylum?" asked the detective . "Yes," replied Jacobs, promptly. "Two other places. One in Westchester, and the other in New Jersey, near Clifton." "Good-day,'' said Old King Brady. But just as he was going out of the door, a car-riage drew up at the curb and a man leaped out. Jacobs' face lit up. It was Jefferson Dale. Up the steps he came. He stared at Old King Brady. Then he scowled. The detective very coolly passed him, slbwly down the steps. Dale made a sign to Jacobs, who grinned. Then both went in. Old King Brady was also smiling. "Ah!" he mused with a sense of humor. "Mr. Dale comes here, does he? Very good friends they are. Dr. Jacobs thinks he has completely thrown me off the track. "Very good, my dear doctor. The truth is you have only put me the more effectually on to your trail. "I am now better assured than ever that you are crooked. I don't care if you can show twenty-five legitimate maniacs. There is something underneath. I am not so easily fooled. I mean to go underneath." Old King Brady saw that Young King Brady was no longer in the angle of the wall. Nor was he anywhere to be seen "Humph!" muttered the old detective. "He must have got a new scent. I hope he has." Old King Brady walked down the street and turned into a side avenue. The day was at its close,. and darkness was fast coming on. Old King Brady paused in the avenue. He looked about him. Just across the street was avacanttoolhouse. The workmen, who had been repairing thestreets, wer\3 gone home for the day. Old King Brady slipped across and into the struc-ture. He made sure nobody had seen hiI. Then he swiftly changed his disguise, He became now once more the mendicant who had first appeared at the asylum gate. He went slowly back into the street he had just left, and saw that Dale's -carriage still stood before the door. He loitered along the street aimlessly, and importuned a few passtrsby for coins. Suddenly, the detective made a queer discovery. It puzzled him. A young !Ilan, tall and handsome, and well dressed was hovering in a doorway opposite -the asylum. By watching his actions Old King Brady became assured that he was watching the asylum. This was odd. Who was the youth ? For such he was. Old King Brady was bound to investigate. He walked in a shuffling way by the doorway. The youth's gaze rested him. An inspiration seemed to seize him. He stepped out. "Here, my man!" he said, brusquely. "Come here a moment." The mendicant shuffled forward. you want to make a dollar?" The beggar gave a chuckle. "I hain't seen a dollar in a year," he croaked. "I'd stand on my head fer that." "Well, it's yours," said the youth, earnestly, "if you can tell me what sort of a house that is over there." Old King Brady squinted his e)'es at the house.


...-.................. _...._ ...... ____ .....,. ____ _,_,_.,...... _ CAS E N UMBER TEN. 7 "What-that house with the a rched gate in the wall?" "Yes, yes!" said the youth, e agerly. "Must be you're a stranger here," said,the mendi cant, curiously. "Didn' t ye eyer hear of Dr. Jacobs, the man that was tried for poisoning Anthony Hess?" "Dr. Jacobs!" excl a imed the youth, with much agitation. "Is that really his house?" "I reckon it is." "Te ll me, is it a house of good character?" The mendicant grinned. "It's an insane asylum," he said, The youth gave a gasping cry and reeled back and forth like one in a fit. It was some moments before he recovered himself. "An insane asylum!" he exclaimed. "Are you sure of that ?" In course I am." "And are mad people kept there ?" "Sure." "Is-is it known to the authorities?" '' Certainly. For some moments the youth was silent. Then he pressed a banknote into the detective's hand. "You have given me good information," he said. "Can you give me more?" ''Depends on what it is." Do you know any of the attaches of the place, or is there any way you could find out if a young girl like this is confined there?" The youth displayed a photograph. Old King Brady gave a mighty start. He recognized the sweet face in the photograph. He had seen the original often driving on Fifth avenue in her carriage. It was the likeness of Victorine La Salle. The old detective was astounded. He looked at the picture. Then he looked keenly at the youth. had never seen him before. But he saw that his features were clean cut as if they were a cameo. His eyes were fearless and honest. "Take back your money," said the detective, in a changed voice. He thrust the bank note into the youth's hand. The latter was startled. He stared at the detective. "What is the matter?" he asked. "Is it not enough?" "Too much," replied Old King Brady. "Who are you and what is your name ?" The youth looked at the pseudo mendicant keenly Something in the old detective's gaze impelled him to make reply : "My name is Ulric Hayne. "Ulric," repeated the detective. "A good name. Do you lrnow Victorine La Salle?" "I ought to. She was my betrothed wife In an instant the expression of the detective's face changed. He read the whole truth. He saw now clearly why this handsome young man was so much interested in the asylum. "Ulric," he said, quietly, "you have struck a. friend." "A friend!" repeated Ulric, in a puzzled "Who are you ?" "I am on the same .trail that you are. I am also. searching for Victorine La Salle !" Ulric stared in amazement. Who are you?" he repeated. The detective showed his star. "I am Old King Brady,' detective." With a sharp cry Ulric H a yne caught the detective's sleeve He scanned his face eagerly, and "You are disguised ?" "Yes." "And-you are also watching this asylum across the You are looking for Victorine La Salle? This is good news Tell me what you have learned of her fate?" Before the detective could reply the door of the mansion opposite opened and Jefferson Dale came down the steps. CHAPTER I\. YOUNG KING BRADY'S DARI NG WORK. LET us follow the adventures of Young King Brady. The elder detective had left him as we know in the. angle of the asylum wall to await his return. But an incident occurred, which induced Y otmg King Brady to do a little detective work on his own hook. After Old King Brady had been admitted to the asylum, as we have seen by Dr. Jacobs, the young detective for awhile remained crouching in the shadow. The sun was settling fast in the western sky, and evening was not far distant. This fact partly shaped Young King Brady's plans. Just beyond the big gate there was a wire screened window. It evidently led or looked out from a mentor cellar. While the detective was in waiting, a coal wagon drove up slowly. The driver descended and went to the wicket in the big gate. He pressed a button, which rang a distant bell. Young King Brady watched him In response to the bell presently the wicket opened, and the red head of Uno was thrust out. "Well, what do ye want ?" he growled. "Coal!" retorted the driver, gruffly. "Oh, coal is it? Wait a bit,!" Uno opened the wicket gate and slipped out. He went to the screened window and removed the screen. "Ye can put it in here," he said, I'll go in and unfasten the window." Uno disappeared through the gate. A few moments


8 CASE NUMBER TEN. later the coal driver h a d placed his shaft into the winI was to b e r e scued, there was no other way. Chances dow and emptied the coal into the cellar. must be taken. Young King Brady w atched him. So h e hesitated no longer. Suddenly, h e chance d to look upward. He glided to the w indow. H e was at a point where he could see a diitant H e m a de sure nobody w a s looking. Then he knelt upper window of the asylum. down and looked into the cell ar. It was barred. Th e drop was a doz e n fee t into d arkness but he Suddenly, at these bars there appeared the face of saw a he a p of coal just b e neath him. a beautiful young girl. Down into this he lightly slid. Terror was depict ed upon her fair countenance and Of course he made some noise. The coal rattled .she wrung her hands wildly. At that moment she and he stumbled over the edge of the bin, and fell tlat :saw the detective looking up at her. onto the tlagging of the cellar. The effect was startling. As he did so he heard a distant door open and a I 1 Her eyes seemed to suddenly light with instant burst of discordant song came to his ears. hope. She made signs with her hands excitedly. He recognized the voice of the fellow Red Uno. The young detective gazed as if fascinated. His He came into the cellar. blood tingled. Young King Brady crouched against the side of the The woman did not look insane. bin. He did not know Victorine La Salle by sight, but The darkness saved him. this might easily be her so far as Mauty went. Red Uno actually brushed against him as he He saw what seemed to him a thrilling fact. A reached up and closed the window. fair young woman was imprisoned in this horrible The detective quivered with the desire to spring up bedl a m against her will. and throttle the villain, but he knew this not It aroused the young detective. be wise. :He made reassuring gestures. "Curse that blockhead of a coal heaver," muttered 'Then suddenly she disappeared. Uno. "He has filled up the corners of the window Young King Brady was now ready for anything. with coal grit." He looked up to the front entrance of the asylum. He brushed this out and again closed the window Old King Brady had not yet reappeared. with a bang. This time he locked it. f Would he discover the captive young girl and Then he turned and went out of the cellar. A dis? effect h e r rescue? tant door banged behind him. Young King B q 1dy did not believe it. The detective drew a breath of relief . He did not believe that Jacobs would allow the old He arose and stood on his feet. 1

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