The Bradys among the Chinamen; or, The yellow fiends of the opium joints

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The Bradys among the Chinamen; or, The yellow fiends of the opium joints

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The Bradys among the Chinamen; or, The yellow fiends of the opium joints
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Secret service, Old and Young King Brady, detectives
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Doughty, Francis Worcester d. 1917
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Issued Weeklv-liy iiubcription per year; Entere(l tU S.co'!ld Clas M attor at lite J>ew fork i'o1Jt OJ!i"' by Prank No. 106. NEW YORI{, FEBRUARY l, 1901. Pdce <> Cents 1 .&s soon as t h e Bradys' identity 'becaine3 known the Chinamen-became desperate . Sam Wah at; tacked Har With a ife while Old f snerad.,.,.,.._ _____

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D AND YOUNG KING BRADY, DETECTIVES. I ssue d Weekly-By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at the New York, N Y., Post OfTice, March 1, 1899. Entered accotding to A.ct o f Congress, in the year 1900, in the office of the Librnrian of O o ngr.ess, Washington, D 0., by Franlc '.l'ousey, 124 Union Square, New Y ork. 106. NEW YORK, FEBRUARY 1, 1901 Price 5 Cents. HE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN; I @R, The Yellow Fiends o f the Opium Joints. BY A NE"W" YORK D ETECTIVE CHAPTER I. THE HEAD IN THE BASKET. "How mysterious That man will bear watching He is The Bradys had been making a casual round of the East Side dives, with no particular object in view, and were on their way home when they discovered the Chinaman. As they crouched back in the gloomy hall of a dilapidated ing to avoid attention old tenement, it might have been seen that James Brady, "Get back in this door way, Old King Brady, and we'll the eldest, was an odd-looking old man. d out what he is doing." He had a smooth face, and upon his white hair he .wore a "There, he's under a street-lamp. By Jove! he's a China huge felt hat. His big, powerfol body was clad in a tight an blue frock coat, his thick neck was covered with a standing "I wonder what he has got in the basket he is carrying on cbllar and a black stock, and he had a quid 0 tobacco in his s arm?" "Something he doesn't want seen See ho,w he hides it ery time any one comes along." The speakers were a man and a boy, known ID; the Secret ervice as the Bradys. They were partners. All the crooks New Yor k knew they were the smartest detectives on the Lurking in a doorway, at twelve o'clock that cold October mouth. Harry ;Brady, his pupil, was a sturdy youth, whose clothes were patterned after those worn by his friend. He was a handsome, dashing fellow, and knew no fear. Some yearsbefore Old King B'rady made the boy's ac quaintance and humored his ambition to become a detect ive by teaching the yquth all he knew about it. They thus became partners, and a wm:m friendship, akin t, they were keenly watching a solitary up to that between a father a:rid son, had froJ? the beginning ex-wentyf o urth street from the East River toward them. isted between them He was evidently a Mongolian, and his actions were very It was always the desire of Young King B1:ady, as the boy was ]mown, to excel his tut9r, and a friendly rivalry thus The moment he saw anybody approaching be hastily con-stood constantly between the famous pair. himself unti l the pedestrian had passed. Then he Ignorant .that these man-hunters wetc shar.PlY watching e?il:ed from his cover and crept a l ong in the densest shadall his actions, the mrterious Chinaman came gliding to ijljly watching to see that no one observed him. ward them, and finally reached the place where they stood

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THE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. I Springing from the doorway, the detectives each grasped Anxious to see what it contained, he hastened back him by an arm. partner and cried : A smothered cry of alarm esoaped the heathen and he "The yellow rascal gave :we the slip.'' dropped his basket to the sidewalk. "He was a keen, clever fellow, trarry.'' "Ow!" he exclaimed. "Whatee want?" "Did you open tho basket?" "We want you!" grimly answered Old King Brady. "No. I was waiting for you to return. I'll do it "Me lun away. Yo' no sarvy poo' Chinaman no glot some though." money allee samee, an' yo' takee he money, me hollee, an' clop makee allest yo', mighty blame i;;oon !" And so saying the old detective severed the strings "You yell for a cop, and he'll laugh at you." "Sure," despondently assented the Mongolian, raising his rai sed the lid. A stifled cry of astonishment escaped them as they p into the basket. hands in the air with a meek token of submission. "Allee For a dreadful object met their view. light Yo' no findee some money lillie bit, cause none inee It was a human head! clothes. Yes. Poo' China hab a club, hitee yo' head ha r d The white hair and beard and classical features sh belly much!" the detective that the victim was an old gentleman of re 'What have you got in the basket?" ment in life. "Me? Dat washee.washee," ''Good gracious! Is this a murder mystery, Harry?" "Let me see." "Can't be anything else," the boy an swered. It was tied down with a string, and Harry said, with a "I'm sorry you lost that Chinaman.'' suppressed smile: "He might have shed some light on this case.'' "You'll have to cut it open." "It's no wonder he was so cautiou s and anxious to "Lend me your pocket-knife." this thing concealed." The beady bright slant eyes of the Chinaman were eagerly "Examine the ghastly relic. See how he met his death watching every movement they mafl.e, and he quietly lowered Old King Brady complied, using the greatest care. his hands. When he finished, he : Noticing that they were not for a moment paying any at"I first had an idea a boat wheel cut this head from tep.tion to him, he suddenly flung out both hands with all his trunk, and that the Chinaman found it floating in the ri $trength. But the cut belies this idea. Look at it yourself. It. Catching the detectives unawares, and landing heavily clean cut, done with a sharp knife, and the backbone upon their breasts, he shoved them apart with such extreme been severed at a joint with the skill of an experienced ha violence that Harry reeled into the middle of the street, and "You believe the head was cut from the trunk wit Old King Brady lost his balance and fell to the pavement. knife?" As quick as a flash, the wily Chinaman dashed into the "Just so. It's a self-evident fact. In a word, if this hallway where they had been }.oncealed, rushed through to was not killed before he was beheaded, he must have pe ris the rear yard, and sped back to the fence. a victim of decapitation." When Harry came tearing along in pursuit of him, he "Don't the Chinese usually behead their victims in t reached the yard just in time to see 1tbe Mongolian going native land?" over the fe)J.ce with the agility of a cat. "Assuredly they do. It's a Chinese custom." "Hold on there, you villain, or I ll shoot at you!" shouted "That would make it seem as if this Mongolian killed the young detective angrily. But the terrified Chinaman old man in the approved fashion of, his countrymen." paid no heed to the threat, and vanished in an open lot on Twenty-third street, where a new stable was about to be built. Harry went after him, but when he reached the next street "So I thought at once.'' "In that case, we must find that Chink and bring hi justice.'' "As we gained a good view of his face and form, t the Mongolian had vanished By springing aboard of a west ought to be an easy job." bound car he had been whirled away just in the nick of time "Perhaps. I..iet's carry this thing over to the morgue, f Young King Brady did not spend much time looking for the of Twenty-sixth street.'' fugitive. His curiosity about the contents of the basket had bern aroused. "Very well. We can then report the matter to our chi And picking up the basket-, they carried away the horr relic.

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THE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. 3 tfa,ving it with the morgue-keeper, they gave him a report "To-11.ight a man was found murdered in his bed under )Wit came into their possession:, and departed. the most mysterious circumstances. He was a wealthy re ile going to Secret Service headquarters Harry said to tired merchant named George W. Remington, and he lived artner: hinamen look so much alike to our race, that it is somef very difficult to' tell them apa.rt. Do you think you r d know the fellow who had that basket i you were to I'S t him again ?" h, yes," replied Old King Brady. "He was a very inel!lt fellow. I noticed, though, that he was an opium There is always a peculiar look about the eyes and ires of a slave to that drug. I've seen so many I can tell the moment my glance falls upon them. Didn't you o ce the half-moon shaped scar on the side of his scalp?" was just going to mention that distinguishing mark," at No. East Twenty-seventh street with his stepson, Fred Thorn, and his daughter Dolly. The old man was stab bed to, death, and not a thing was stolen. Robbery not being the motive for the deed, the police are greatly puzzled to know why the man was killed, and have asked my advice and aid." "We shall go over there at once," said Harry promptly. "Do, and if you learn anythig important, l et me hear from you as soon as possible." The Bradys nodded, and after a few more words hurriedly left the office. Harry, with a smile. "It's a clew by which he could CHAPTER II. ays be recognized, as he keeps most of his skull shaved, has his pig-tail coiled on the crown of his head under his THE MISSING BODY. k felt hat." By haunting the opium-dens in Chinatown and other The residence o{ George Remington proved to be a stately I s of the city, we will be pretty sure to find that man mansion, in an aristocratic neighborhood. Dim 'lights .were n we go to look for him. And it \s a certainty glowing in all the windows. Beside the house was a yard we will never find out the mystery of the head in the which ran back to a stable on Twenty-eighth street. cet unless we can wring a confession from that man." As the Bradys ascended the stoop to ring the bell, a cab That will be a tough job," said Harry. "There is no one came dashing up to the house at such a rate of speed whom it is harder to get information than a Chinaman. the attention of the dGtectives was drawn toward it. y are very deep and foxy, pretend not to understand Before the house stood a lamp. l lish when you ask them a question they don't want to As the cab pulled up beforetit, Old King Brady quickly wer. Moreover, if a culprit belongs to the Hatchet Sostepped into the vestibule, pulled Harry in after him, and or the High binders, all his friends will protect him, if muttered, as he peered out cautiously at the carriage: osts their lives." "Keep under co.ver till we see who this is." hey finally reached the Central Office and met their He observed that it was a public back, somewhat dilapief, who was sitting at his desk, writing and smoking a llated, drawn by a big gray horse, and driven by a red-head-rant cigar. 'Ah! the Bradys. Just the men I wanted. Glad you've e in. I've got a job for you. It's a puzzling murder stery. Where 1 in the world have you been?" "We caught a Chinaman walking through the street just w carrying a basket on his arm which contained a dead n's head," said Harry. The chief's eyes opened widewith astonishment upon ring this. ed, smooth-faced man in green livery. The door was flung open and a young man alighted. He handed the driver a bank-note, and they heard him say in hurried tones: "There's fifty dollars. Does it satisfy you, Pat?" "Begor, it's more nor I expected, Mr. Thorn," replied the cabman. "Remember your oath to keep silent about this night's work." He asked the young detective for the particulars, and "Sure an' it's Sing Sing I'd be afther gittin' if I opened rry detailed the occurrence. When he finished, the chief me mouth, so11." ected a few moments, and said: "That's a fact. 1 hope you'll recollect that at all times." ''Very singular. You might to find that Chinaman and "Anything more, sor ?" est him. Perhaps you will in due time. But I wish you "No. You may go, Muldoon." uld let that matter drop for awhile and investigate a re"Good-noight ter yer, sor." rt which the police sent in, to cuight." And cracking his whip, the cabrnan drove rapidly away. "What was it?" The Bradys were surprised to hear what the pair said.

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( THE BRADYS AND THE CHIN AMEN It plainly told them that Mr. Thorn had employed the pointedly, as he fixed a keen, penetrating glance driver to do some secret work for him which was so unlawwhite, chalky face of Fred Thorn. ful that the cabman could go to p rison for it. "Yo are very particular,'' sneered the young ma Learning from Pat Muldoon's talk that his passenger was "It's !:lest to be correct in these matters,'' dryly a .Fred Thorn, the stepson of the murdered man, the detectives the old detective a they followed him into the h Jarefully sized him up. makes a vast difference, from a legal point of vie About thirty years of age, tall and slender, he was fasyour relationship to a person is, you qow." tidiously clad in stylish clothing, a silk hat, and a dark ''What are you driving at?" spring overcoat. "For instance, if Mr: Remington left no will, his He had a handsome, but dissipated, face, a black mswould go to his n,earest blood relations, if he never tache and dark eyes. his step-son." As he ascended the stoop, withdrawing a latch-key from Their glances met, and they understood each other; his pocket, the two detectives stepped from the vestibule realizing that the detective suspected him of designs before him. / dead man's fortune, and Old King Brady seeing that Uttering a start led GTY, he paused and demanded sharply: picion was correct. ''What are you feH.ows doing in that doorway?" With an ugly sco.wl, Thorn said gruffly: "Just about to ring for admittance," replied Old King "This is no time or place to discuss that. Brady quietly. you want to do first?" "Indeed! This is an unseemly hour for callers." "Our business is of vital importance." "Name it." aDetecti v es." "Ah! More of you, eh?" "The others who called here were from the police depart\ ment." ''What are you-private detectives?" "Secret Service men." "Question Dolly Remington." "Won't'! do?" "No, not yet." "She may have retired. I'll--" But just then a sweet, girlish voice at the top of the broke in with: "I'm up, Fred, and I'll be right down to see the g men." "All right,'' Thorn blurted aut, with an expressio "Your names?" chagrin on his features.' "We are the Bradys." And down the murdered man's daughter. A startled look :fl.ashed across Thorn's dark face. She was about eighteen years of age, short and slen He knew the reputations of these men, and stared hard clad in a black dress which strongly contrasted the nt them a moment. whiteness of her skin and the beauty of her light, yel They noticed that the mentionof their name excited and colored hair. made him nervous, and although they wondered at it, they Dolly Remington was a very pretty girl, with made no comment. eyes, a dainty Grecian nose, and laughing red lips w After a moment's silen(!e 'l'horn demandtid, somewhat parted over the most perfect teeth. roughly: "What do you want here?" "To investigate the murder of Mr. Remington." "Couldn't the police attend to that?" "They've turned the job over to us." The young man frowned and compressed his thin lips, re flected a moment, and inserting his key in the lock, he said m brief, icy tones: "It's a nuisanqe and an annoyance having so many of you fellows racing here all the time, prying into our family affairs. But I presume we have got to submit to it in order to secure justice for the infamous crime committed against my But there was a shade of extreme sadness in her looks a pathetic air in her actions which aroused the detecti sympathy for her at once. "In what way can I be of service to you, gentlemen?" asked in low 4 "We want some information about your father's aff Miss Remington," the old officer replied in a kindly wa he sized her up. "I shall willingl tell you all I know," she answered. "To begin, then, had your father any enemies?" no robbery was committed by 'Jli ' poor father--" "Step-father, you mean?" corrected Old King "N,one whatever." "And you are sure slayer?" "Positive of it."

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THE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. How did the crime occur?'' 'For some time he was bedridden with rheumatism, and t in the back parlor. At ten o'clock I was upstairs in room, and heard him shout for help. Mr. Thorn had e out before eight o'clock; it was the cook's day off, and chambermaid had retired to her room in the attic. I hed down stairs and, entering the back parlor, I found poor father lying on his back in bed with a dagger buried is heart. The.horror I endured was dreadful and I near fainted. I looked for his assassin, but the wretch was 'Hqw did the rascal get away?" 'Probably the same way he entered-through one of the r windows, which stood wide open. .I'll show you the m when you are ready." 'Very well. A few words more, first, if you please." 'Proceed, sir." 'Tell me what happ e ned text." Understanding by this that they could view the body of the murdered man, the Bradys approached the bed and glanced down ai; it. The next moment the old detective exclaimed: is the body?" "In the bed,'' answered the girl. "No, it isn't." "It isn't? she asked in startled tones. "No!" Dolly Remington rushed to th e bedside. She gave one startled glance at it and recoiled, crying excitedly: "Mercy The corpse is gone Somebody has Gtolen it It was here an hour ago." The Bradys were Glancing at each other, they realized t4at something start ling had happened. The face of Fred Thorn was reflected in the bureau mir-'I aroused the chambermaid and sent her out for a policeror, and they were amazed to observe a sarcastic smile upon n. Then detectives began to arrive, and the place was his white features. mined and I was closely questioned. At half-past ten or \ ven Mr. Thorn came in and heard the news. ;He reined until all the officers had gone, and then went out to [g raph the news to my relations." [_'And he hasn't been back till he just arrived?" ['No, sir. And our Chinaman hasn't come in yet." [ 'Your Chinaman ?" ['I m e an Sam Wah, our cook." 'Oh, I see. Your father employed a Chinese cook named Wah?" 'That's it, exactly." 'Does he live in this house?" 'Oh, yes. Sam is a good cook and was devoted to my her." 'Does he usually stay out as late as this?" "Sometimes. He has a latch-key H e goes to call on his ends in Chinatown, and said he was going to the Chinese atre in Doyers street. As their plays la st very long, he s apt to remain away very late." 'That will do for the present. We would now like to see CHAP'rER III. UNDER SUSPICION. "Do you mean to tell me that your father's body has been removed from this bed during the past hour, without your knowledge, Miss Remington?" asked Old King Brady in tones of astonishment / "That is exactly what I mean, sir,'' replied the girl emphatically. "You asserted that only you and the chambermaid occupied this house during the time Mr. Thorn was absent. Are you quite sure no one e lse was in here?" "I am certain no one that I saw was in here." "Has that window been left standing open ?" "Nothing was disturbed since the discovery of the crime." "What sort of looking man was your father?" "I'll show you his photograph . scene of the crime." She passed into the front parlor and returned with a "Follow replied the girl. "My father still lies in hi s cabinet picture in a gilt frame. Handing it to Old King Br ady, she said: She led them along the hall and opened a door at the rear. They stepped into the back parlor, in which a gas jet was ly burning. It was a spacious room, elegantly furnished as a sleeping artment. A large bed stood with its head in a small alcove. The girl silently pointed at it. "This is a good lil)eness of him." The detectives glanced at it, and gave a cry of s urprise "Thunder!" Old King Brad y fairly shouted. "It's a picture of the man whose head we found !" Harry muttered. "Do you recognize it?" demanded Old King Brady, eag erly.

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6 THE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. rcy es, in deed I the boy an s wered. "What can t h is myste r y m ean ?" s ai d Harry, c ooll y, "and we are going to v erify our a w h e n w e get y ou beh ind the "I'm puzz l e d ." "You are crazy l" hissed t h e man, w ho grew w h ite t Thorn and the girl were l iste n i n g w i t h a p e rple x ed look for ehe ad and h e kept wetting h is d r y lips wit h his t o : m their faces. Finally Do ll y asked t h e vete ran officer: "Did you know him?" "We've seen him befo r e," eva sive l y a nswer ed Old King B rady He did not wis h to shock he r by telling bow he and hi s partner had found her father's head being carried through the streets in a basket by a Chinaman But it made him ask he r to descr i b e S a m W ab. and t h e mu s cles o f his eyel ids beg an t o twitc h wit h n e r ness "Qu ite sa ne, as y ou,'11 find out," said H a r r y "De,> intend to submit quietly, or s h a ll we put the ruffles on y The man made no reply. A deadly and baleful gleam shot from h is dark eyes The amazed girl now cried in tones of deep di stress: "Surely, g e ntlem e n, you have made some error. Re her that Fred is my stepbrother. He certainly would She complied so accurately that when she finished Harry kill my father--" exclaimed : "Hush!" interpos e d Harry. "Do not interfere, if "Old King Brady, the Chinaman carrying that basket please." was Sam Wah She mut e l y recoiled a few paces. D o ll y Remington heard what the boy detective said. Young King Brady advanced toward Thorn with a th The look of perplexity upon her face deepened, and she e n ing air. dema nded: ''Well," he demanded, "wh a t are y ou goin g to do a ''What do your stran g e remarks m ean?" "I don't u n d erstan d you," H arry answered. "Then I'll make m y mea n i n g p l ainer," s h e answered "I h e ard you say, when I showe d you my father's photo graph, 'It' s a pictur e of t he man whose h e ad w e found !' And now y ou say 'The C hinaman carry ing that ba s ket was Sam Wah.' I'd like to know what you mean?" The d e tectives glanced a t e ach oth e r. O l d King B rady mad e a n almo s t imp e rceptibl e motion, which his partn e r saw a nd u n d e r stood. Youn g King B rady ther e fore r eplied with a smil e : "Mi s s R e mington, I a m not yet prepared to disclose my i t ?" !"replied Thorn, and he whi pped a r evolver o h i s hip pocket Dolly gave a shriek and rushed to the d "Thorn--" began Harry, a ngrily. "Stand back there I'' hissed t he man, bac1dng toward ope n window, and aiming his p isto l toward the detect "I'll blow you r h ead s off i f either of y o u move han foot!" Neithe r of he det ectives dared draw a weapo n To do so might have s ealed their doom. It was clear that Thorn mean!, to escape, and this made them suspect more than ever that he was guilty meaning to you; hqt we want you to under s tand this much: complicity We found some clews relating to this case before we b e gan Had he been an inn o c ent man he would not have reso work upon it. It i s our intention to run down the mu r -to such des perate mea s ures to escape In fact, they thi der e r of your father, and put h i m in jail. Besides t h at, we ized he would not have made .any attempt to r esist arrest. intend, if pos sible, to r e cover the body of your father. To Harry's bold bluff had made him show his hand. show you that we mean busine ss, it is our inte n tio n to make Whe n b e reached the open window, he cried : an arre s t right away " T hen you suspect a certa i n pa r ty of t his deed ?" "We do." "The n arre s t him I want vengeance f o r m y fathe r .'' "Ve ry w e ll Fred Thorn "Sir ?" "You are our prisoner!" And Young King Brady' s hand fel1 heavily o n the man' s shoulder. With a startle d look, and a cry of alarm, Thon1 recoiled s hook off th e hoy' s grip and fairly yelled: ''What do you mean by arresting me?" "You ll never take me on that charge, curse you l" T h e next i n stant he l eaped out t h e window upo n a sto s hed, sprang to the ground and rushing through the y h e disapp e ared in the rear street. When he was gone, Old King Brady laughed grimly, e xclaimed : "He's a bird! Y our bluff drew him out very cleve!ly. "If he was n t guilt y and afraid he wouldn't run aw a n s wered Har:cy. Dolly joinrd the m a troubled look on her face. "This is dreadful!" she exclaimed. "Did he sta b "I m e an that we suspe c t yon of complicity in thi s c r ime," father?"

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j / THE BRADYS AND .THE CHIN Al\fEN. Can't say he did, but you saw the evidence that he must e had a hand in the game for gold,'' replied Harry. 'He certainly acted guilty." 'We verified our suspicions of him." '.But what game for gold do you allude to?" 'Do you know if he's a beneficiary under your father's ?" ward and canicd the body away through the rear. Here's the knife that did t e deed. They dropped it from the body while carrying it out past the stable I picked it up there." "It's a Chinese dagger, too," said Harry, keenly examin ing it. "Undoubtedly. We must get among the Chinamen to locate the yellow :fiend who committed this atrocious deed. 'He isn't. He was such a spendthrift, and got so much It's our business to learn the motive for the crime. Once ney out of my father, that he was disinherited." that mystery is cleared up, it won't be much trouble for us see. And you get all?" to lay a finger on the murderer." 'All but a few bequests to charitable institutions." "We have a clew already," said Harry. "Money was at 'Another question: Did he evel' seek to marry you?" the bottom of it, and ]'red Thorn was the one who wanted 'Yes, but I refused most emphatically." "rhat's his graft !" chuckled Harry, winking at his part, "No doubt," Old King Brady replied. ''See here,'' said the boy to Dolly, "isn't he a sport?" "I believe he is I've heard my father angrily accuse of gambling." 'Do you know he's a drug fiend?" to get it, too !" CHAPTER IV. THE YELLOW :E'IE:Jlf PB Ol" l'HE JOJNT. "This is one of the worst opium joints in New York." 'No, I really can't say. Does he act like one?" "I've heard it's as much as a man's life is worth to go 'He looks like an opium fiend. How does he act-bright into that dive with money." dull?" 'Sometimes he's keen enough, at times he has a sleepy air, d at night he sometimes raves, and walks in his sleep." "He's an opium fiend, as sure as fate!" "Do you think he will come back?" "Not to-night. We'll be here all the rest of the night, you need not fear him. Go to bed. You need rest after this excitement." She smiled wearily, and finally left them. The detectives searched the house and grounds after she d gone. In fact, it was nine o'clock next day ere their investigans were ended, and they made some important discoveries. When they finished, Old King Brady said: "Sam Wah hasn't returned yet?" "No, and he's never likely to," replied Harry. "What's your conclusion now1 about the murder?" "I'm co;nvinced it was done by a number of Chinamen." "At Fred Thorn's order?" "Likely enough. The numerous foot-prints of sandals in soft ground outside the window must have been made t .night, as they are so fresh. The only marks we found "Still, we have got to examine the place, Harry." "If we only were "Nonsense; the Chinamen won't recognize us." "Then we must pretend to be opium smokers, Old King Brady," said the boy, as they paused before a dingy building i'n Mott street. 1 It was three days after the Bradys' call at the Remington mansion, and they had been very busy "piping off" the house, on the watch for the return of Sam Wah or Fred Thorn. Neither of the suspects appeared Both were keeping under cover The Bradys had finally gone to Chinatown to hunt for the pair, as they felt sure both were "dope" fiends It was a storm-threatening night, and very dark. There were col ored lanterns hanging in front of many of the houses, big banners with pictures of hideous dragons flaunted in the breeze at the ends of fl.ag-poles1 and red and yellow streamers floated from the windows Occasionally the yellow denizens of the district skulke d along the pavement conversing in guttural tones, others crouched in gloomy areas_ and alleys, peering out at the peo-ere made by a white man were those left by Thorn when pJe passing by, and some passed in and out of the stores. eecaped." Close by was a chop-suey restaurant, the front decorated "This much is evident so far," added Old King Brady. with gilt and silvered signs on broad bands of crimson hose Chinks entered the yard in Twenty-eighth street, paper. "de the stable, came to this window, and killed the man. There was a joss-house on the other side from which came 1>uble tracks show plainly that they returned aftera nasal chant, th.e squeaking of a one-string fiddle, and the

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8 THE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. dull of a tom-tom, which invariably ended in the brazen clash of a pair of cymbals. Some superstitious Chinamen httd set fire to small incense sticks and stuck them in crevices of doorways to keep out imtlginary devils. The Bradys paid no heed to this; they were used to it. Both were watching the silent sentinels. These fellows were gloomy-looking Chinese leaning against each doorway, their almond eyes glittering under felt hats, and their hands stuck up the loose, flowing sleevell 0 their blouses. They keenly scrutinized every one passing by. "Most of are guards over fan-tan rooms, opium joints, and crooked dens," muttered Old King Brady. "They are very watchful. Every man who enters has to undergo a sharp glance. If they don't like his looks, by some mysterious process they alarm the habitues of the joints to get under cover." "The chap in Hop Chow's doorway sees us," warned Harry. "Go right in as if you was accustomed to it." The boy nodded, and ran up an iron staircase. The man in the doorway grunted, and as if by accident got m their way. "Whatee do ?" he asked. "See Hop Chow," said Harry. "Yep? Not lib here allee samee." "Get out of the way, you yap!" And Harry brushed by, followed by his partner. The Chinaman grunted again, gazed into the dark hall aftel.' them a moment, lit a cigarette, and lounged back in his former position. "Mus' be allee light," was his comment. The Bradys climbed up a creaking flight of stairs to the next floor, and pushing open a door, they entered a big, gloomy room It was an opium joint of $Orne pretension at style. There was no carpet on the floor, but the bunks in which the smokers lay to hit the pipe were elaborately hung with portieres, and there were small ebony tables beside each one for holding the lamps, pipes and opium. As the Bradys glanced around they observed that the place was well patronized by all sorts of people, and three Chinamen were attending to the wants of the fiends lying in the bunks. A sickening odor from the cooking opium :filled the atmos phere, and the little alcohol lamps glittered like :fireflies all about the gloomy place. Hop Chow, the proprietor, and Jim Kee, his helper, ap proached the Bradys, while the other Chinaman coiled an opium pill around the end a steel knitting-needle and held it over the flame of a lamp. He was rolling a wad to fit over the little hole in the top of the clay bowl of a pipe with a thick, bamboo stem and silver mouth piece. "Smoke?" demanded Hop Chow, briefly. "Yes," assented Old King Brady. "Wha' kine?" "The best opium. No seconds for us." "One dollee." "All right. Show us our bunks." "Clome 'long." He led them to a compartment, beside which :,too opium lay out on one of the little, low tables before a l to. Seizing the curtains, he pulled them aside. A young girl was lying in the bunk fast asleep. "Oh!" exclaimed the Chinaman, impatiently. "Some here. N ex' one." He was about to pull the curtains back, but a c astonishment Old King Brady seized his hand, stopp him. Peering down at the sleeping girl, the old detective cd "Good gracious, Harry, it's .Dolly Remington!" "A victim of foul play, I'll bet. She's no :fiend !" repl the boy. "Go 'way!" ordered the Chinaman, trying to push t aside "Stop !" roared Old King Brady. "Stop, you dog! want that girl." He pushed Hop Chow aside with such violence that rascal was slammed up against the wall hard enough pain him Giving a yell of rage, he pulled a dagger and cried: "Yo' leavee glirl alone, an' glit outee here !" "Put up that knife, confound you !" exclaimed Har :fiercely. "Me cutee you blame klick, you notee move !" asse Hop Chow. He evidently did not want them to interfere with Doi and flourishing his knife in a threatening manner, he 1 vanced boldly toward them. Jim Kee did not go to his aid, but the other China did. The moment he turned around the detectives recognii him, and Harry cried : "It's Sam Wah!" He was the Chinaman from whom they took the head the basket, and he had evidently thrown up his job as c for the Remington household, and had gone into the em of Hop Chow. 1 Armed with a knife, he rushed at the detectives, shouti excitedly: "Fled Fled Clom' klick Dey takee gal !" Out of one of the bunks sprang Fred Thorn, dropping 1 opium pipe, and he pulled out a revolver and ran to rescue of the Mongolians. He recognized the Bradys at a glance. A demoniacal expression over his pallid face. "Those blamed detectives!" .Ile growled. "I'm caught, b I'll :fight !" Just then Hop Chow aimed a blow at Harry with t knife, but the boy side-stepped, struck the dagger from l hand to the floor, and with one well-delivered punch, se the Chinaman down on his hands and knees. Jim Kee made a rush for the crowd. "Kill them-they are the BfPadys !'. roared Thorn "The

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THE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. 9 detectives, and they've come to pull the place and make ble !" s soon as the Bradys' identity became known, the China became desperate. Sam Wah attacked Harry with a e, while Old King Brady attended to the other despera-s. terrible fight ensued arry caught Sam Wah by the throat with one hand, and ing the Chinaman's right wrist, he stopped him from us his knife. horn made a desperate attempt to shoot Old King Brady, he was in a frenzy from the opium he had been smoking. he old detective leaped forward, and catching hold of his d, he shoved the revolver upward just as the man fired. deafening report rang through the room, but the bullet s imbedded in the ceiling. hen a furious uproar ensued. he opium :fiends leaped from their bunks, and a chorus yells arose as they fled fqr the exits, under the impression t the place was being raided. "You villain!" cried Harry, as he bore his man over back rd so he fell with a crash upon the floor. "I'll teach you stab me!" And he tore the kllife from Sam Wah's clutch and began pound the heathen with his :fists until the poor wretch led for mercy. Jim Kee darted toward the gas fixture to turn out the ht. Meantime, Thorn uttered a suppressed imprecation and ea: ''I'll fix you for interfering with me, Brady!" "You'll do nothing of the kind !" retorted the detective. He was possessed of herculean strength, and getting a grip Thorn, he struck him on the bicep with his fist. Thorn's arm was paralyzed for a moment. The revolver fell from his nerveless fingers to the floor, d the next moment he was :furiously struggling with the d on the :floor. Just then the lights went out. Hop Chow yelled something in Chinese to his countrymen, d there came a rushing patter of sandaled feet crossing e floor. Something struck Old King Brady on tlle head. He instantly lapsed into unconsciousness. Young King Brady heard him groan, but could do noth g to aid him, for just then a number of Chinamen jumped to him. A wild struggle ensued. But Harry was no match for so many. Before he knew it they had him bound and gagged, and he s a helpless prisoner in the hands of his enemies. CHAPTER V. rushing about the place all around him. There was a musty smell in the air. Old barrels, heaps of rubbish, piles of ashes, broken boxes, and all sorts of discarded odds and ends littered the mouldy floor. Close by lay Harry. The only light there was straggled through a street grat ing, and as it came from a lamp post, it was quite dim, at best. Owing to the Bradys being quite near to it, however, they managed to see each other, and the old detective gasped: "Hello, Harry) this looks as if we were prisoners." "We are," replied the boy. "I thought you were dead." "I'm worth a dozen corpses Ain't we in a cellar ?" "Yes-under the opium joint. How's your head?" "Aches like fury. Who hit me?" "Jim Kee knocked you senseless with a club." "It's funny he didn't fracture my skull." "You wouldn't be sp e aking now, if he had." "No, indeed. Were you hurt?" "Only my feelings I'm bound hand and foot, like you." "Confound them, they've beaten us at the start." "Only for the time being, I hope." "Yes, but they must have designs on us." "Of course; nothing short of murd e r, too, I'm sure." "Chinamen hold human life very cheap." They pondered a few m?ments in gloomy silence, for both felt deeply depressed over the turn events had taken. Finally Old King Brady asked: "What do you think of finding Dolly Remington here?" "Looked as if she .had been smoking opium." "Don't believe it," returned Harry, qecisively. "Nor I. I only saicl it looked so. I really think she's been drugged and abducted She's too good a girl to have such vices." "The fact of Sam Wah and Fred Thorn being in the joint with her shows plainly that they had something to do with her being here." "I was convinced of that the moment I saw them, Harry. But I'm perplexed to know why they've abducted the girl." "Thorn is a villain. We have proved that. He has some deep object in view, of course. We must fathom his de-i sign." "You talk as if we were of the power of our foes." "We shall be, won't we?" "I hope so ; but I'm at a loss to know how we are to ac-complish it." "First we must get rid of our bonds." if our limbs free, how could we escape?" "That remains to be seen." "Well, how are we to sever our bonds?" "I'll show you in a moment." As Harry spoke he rolled over the floor until he was beside Old King Brady, and then he exclaimed: UNDERGROUND CHINATOWN. "During the scrap I picked up one of the Chinamen's When Old Kinp: Brady came to his senses, he found him-l daggers, an_d stuck it down the waist band of my trouse.rs. flying on the damp :fiOf a gloomy cellar. Rats were I can feel it there yet. Just get hold of the handle mth

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I I :::::10=========::::T::::l-t::::E=:5 TlIE CHINAMEN. your teeth; then I'll place m yself in such a position that "It's Fred Thorn !'J whispetod Hatry, in some surp:Ltyou can easily cut my bonds. Come on now." "Listen to what he's saying,'' replied his companioJY Old King Brady smiled. They leaned against the rough wooden door abd !Y The boy's astuteness pleased him greatly. Thorn exclaim: tp "You'll do!" he laughed. "I never saw such a clever fel"I thought ytlti'd never get heM, Sam Wah.'' Y low before. Your is remarkable. It will be "Me hin allee way flom, Hop Chow's house, allee light a the means of saving us." "Did the police raicl the place?'' a lie easily found the knife handle and got it between his "No. Only Bladys.'' teeth. "ls that all?" demanded the man, in surprise. Then he sat up, and Harry did the same, and turned his "Yep. N 0 clop inee stleet now." back to Old King Brady. "Well, they have a cast-iron nerve! l3ut I stiJ)pbse To cut the pieces Of rope binding the boy's arms behind aw us lure Dolly :ftotn home with a note from a supp his back was easy. friend, pretending to have found het father's body. I di No sooner were Young King Brady's hands at liberty, her with ether in the cab, and you know how I citrried when he seized the sharp knife and freeing his ankles, he to Hop 's joint: Is she yet in the bunk ?J' cut Old King Brady's bonds. "Fas' asleep." They both arose, feeling highly elated. "Good We can lock her up i11 the pretty cage I've It was then discovered that not only had they been dis'!pared for her no\t, and keep her there until she consent armed, but the yellow fiemls had robbed them of all their marry me. There's no other way in which I can money and valuables. George Remington 's fortune into my bwn hands.H "They're a gang of thieves!" Old King Brady declared, / The Bradys nudged each othet t1pon heating this i'e; angrily. tion. "We've got their knife though,'' said the boy, suggestively. No,;v they 1mew how the girl got there, and what the "Now to find the way out of here?" ject was of bringing her to Chtnatown. H cleared up ''We were dragged clown three flights of stairs." mystery of her presence there. "Do you know whttr; the cellar stairs are?" They continued to listen, and heard Sam W, ah laugh "No Lost track of them in this gloom." cordantly. "! wish we had our lanterns." "Here are a :few matches." The Mongolian then said: "Belly nice game. But too muchee work." The boy struck a light and held it up . "Yes,'' admitted Thorn, "I've had a lot of work to r A door in the wall met his view at one side, and a staircase that fortune in this roundabout way. Still, there was on the other. Voices from the other side of the door reached the de-other method. Old Remington left me out of his will, know. Now he's dead and his body is sunk in the river, tecti ves' ears. "That door lead s into the next building,'' exclaimed Har-1 hope I'll hav e no more trouble, as long as we've got Bradys in our power. After you and your Chinese fri ry, in surprise. Old King Brady laughed quietly. "Dbn't let that amaze you,'' he exclaimed. "Don't you know that there's an underground Chinatown which is really mbre extensive than the overground Chinatown the public sees?" "I never knew it before,'' confessed the boy. "Well, I've been acquainted with the fact a long time.'' "What do you mean by it?" "Simply this: Passages, tnnnels and various other means connect all the Chinese district. They hide and escape from the police here. Most bf their crooked work is done out of sight and hearing, so they won't be exposed. They are very wary and cunning in their methods." The light went out. In the gloom again, Harry asked : "Which way shall \Ve go? By ascending the stairs, we are almost sure to meet our late ehetnies, and as we are not armed, they'd outhumber and recapture us. If we can get into the next cellar, so much th1:1 better." "May as well try." They glided over to the door and listened. From the other side came the hum of voic.!es again. got the body out of the parlor into the grocers' wagon, a: directed, did you weight the body?" "Su be,'' replied Sam Wah, nodding. "And you drove aboard a 'rwenty-third street ferry and quietly dropped the corpse in the middle of the River, as I ordered, didn't you?" "Yep," assented the Ohinaman "but-" "But what?" "Gotee head." "You got his head ?" "No do dat,'' replied Sam Wah, in tones of awe, "deQ come, eatee allee Chinaman." "Fool!" cried Thorn, in tones of alarm. "Your pals 1 off his head, and you brought it back to save you1'self the arch fiend?" "Datee light,'' said Sam, in solemn tones. "And where's the head?" "Two clop glab it." A suppressed cry of horror escaped Thorn. He was terrifi ed, and he demanded hoarsely: "So the police have the head?" "De Blaclys take it." l'lIJ 1 tr

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THE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. 11 groan of aPguish e.cape d 'fhorn, and h e cried despairthey are all opium fiends, with fevered and distorted imagiy: ou fool, your crazy, superstitious fears have led to a plete exposure of our plot to the police. It's no wonder are after us now. It's no wonder I'm suspected of hav a hand in the trick. By heavens, you have bungled the and laid all hands liable to arrest at any moment!" Whatee do now?" blankly asked Sam. Kill the detectives, to protect ourselves !" hissed Thorn, hatically. e Bradys smiled. They now knew his secret. CHAPTER VI. ARRESTING THE FIENDS. nations from u s ing that vile drug. Look at the whole job from a practical point of view, and you'll find it's the pro duct of a pack of half insane men. In the first place, if Thorn's brain weren't saturated with opium, he would not have planned and executed such a crime. Sane and rational men don't do such things. It's too sensational. In the second place, the Chinamen would not have dared to hire themselves to that man, and do hi s bidding for money, if their imaginations had not been inflamed by the drug. In a word, the thing is merely the inception of a gang of irrational opium fiends." "To recover the body m11st be out of the question." "It may come to the surface when the gas generates, and overcomes the weights holding it down. In that case it may be picked up fl,oating on the river. "Even if we find it, who did the job? N"o one of them will squeal." he whole was now plain enough to the Bradys, and "We must learn who were in the gang, then we may find en a deep s ilence ensued in the other cellar, Harry reout which one committed the deed. Thorn, being tpe insti rked in low tones: gator of the crime, is responsible for the whole thing. We 'Now I und e r stand the whole thing. Fred Thorn was a needn't hes itate to arrest him the first chance we get. Our ndthrift, and old Mr. Remington got so angry at him first care, to baffle hi s plan, mu s t be to rescue the girl. He t he disinherited his To retrieve his fortunes, 1 imagines he has got u s in his power. In fact, he intends to orn proposed marriage to Dolly and was rejected. Beathave us killed, to remove us from his path. We know too on all sides, and driven to desperation, the villain formed much about his plans for hi s safety, and he knows it. That 's lot. He designed to kill his ste pfather; by so doing why he wants to get rid of us." lly would be at his mercy. He calculated that she could "The two in the next cellar have ceased speaking." :forced to marry him, if removed from her father's infiu"More than likely they've gone away." ce. With old Remington dead, Dolly would have the for"Let's see." e he is scheming to get. He was too cowardly to do the Harry quietly opened the door. le himself, so he probably hired Sam Wah and hi s Peering throu g h the crevice, they observed that the adjoin-inese friends to murder the old man. He remained abing cellar was vacant. It was fitted up with some furniture. t while the crime was being committed, to establish an A lantern and a deck of cards stood on a table in the midbi, in case he was suspected of the deed. When the dle of the place. inamen killed the old merchant, Dolly's arrival on the The detectives cautiously glided in. ne scared them away E!re they could remove the body. A hasty search revealed a door behind a piece of matting. en the first excitement blew over, the Chinese assassins in the other wall, and they opened it and saw a laundry. urned and carried the body away in a wagon. They drove A Chinaman was in the room. oard a Twenty-third street ferryboat, to drop the corpse 1 He stood. at a b ig ironing-board sprinkling clothes by erboard, in order to d est roy the evidence 1.1 their crime. sucking up a mouthful of water from a bowl, and blowing it e body was weighted, to sink it in the river. Sam Wah out in a perfect spray all over the shirt he was then working s with the gang. At the last moment the superstitious at. ars of the Mongolians got the best of them. F e aring some Old King Brady glided up behind him. ishment from their imaginar y devils, if they did not Suddenly catching the laundryman by the back of his neck operly bury at least part of the body, they cut off the head with one hand, and by hill right leg with the other, the ded Sam put it in a basket. H e afterward came ashore with tective raised him up from the floor. intending to bury it on land. It was then we nabbed A wild yell escapetl the Chinaman. ''You've got a correct idea of the whole job, Harry." "Their mistake was in severing the head from the body." "Chinamen,'' said Old King Brady, "are ancestor-wor ppers. They do not in desecrating graves . Good d bad spirits govern all their actions. It was evident they ought they could please their demons by saving Reming n's head, burying it with food enough to la st it during a urney to the other worln, and thus ease their consciences. s a crazy idea ; but we must not lose track of the fact that Close by there was a great big clothes-hamper, with a lid. Into it Old King Brady jammed the terrified man head first, and slamming down the lid, he it with a wooden pin, a11d chuc]s:led : "He's a prisoner." "Never saw us, either," laughed Harry. "Come up through the cellar door at the front." They darted out of the place, leaving the Chinaman howl ing for help in smothered tones, as he swayed the creaking basket to and fro in a wild endeavor to get himself free.

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J I 'l'HE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. Reaching the street, the Bradys rushed for Ch?than; Both were shrieking for mercy, but the Bradys tirr Square. L hem over to one of the policemen, and examined Dolly )a Two policemen stood on the corner who recognized the ngton. Th detectives. Still under the influence o f the drug, they found her et 1 "Hello, here's ther Bradys !" said one. ly and peacefully sleeping, and Harry went out to get 8i "Get four more men-quick!" panted the old detective. He soon returned with a vehicle, and found the prise "What's ther ma'tter ?" and their captors in the street, surrounded by an enor?a "Going to raid a joint." crowd of Chinamen and white men of the toughest "We'll ielp yer," said the policeman. from Mulberry Bend and that neighborhood. He bk .v a whistle, and several officers came dashing from Dolly was carefully lifted into the vehicle. rt different directions toward them, gripping their long night"Take her home an:d get her a doctor," said Old \1 sticks. Brady to the boy. 1 "What's wanted?" was the general inquiry. "What are you going to do?" Harry asked. They were told as briefly as possible. "Go and lock these Chinks up." 'l'he Bradys each borrowed a revolver. When the officers marched away with their sullen pr\< Like magic they were seen assembling, and in an instant ers, Young King Brady Was driven off with Dolly upto:'\1 the watchers in \he doorways dashed inside to warn the inBefore reaching her house, she recovered from her m11tes of the vario11s
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THE BRADYS AND THE CHIN AMEN. 11 rry began to sm ile. anticipdted what was coming. King Brady went on : hen Hop and Jim faced eac h other in the one cell, they c to jabber in their own language, feeling sure no one understand what they said. Ah Sing afterward told at Jim bitterly denounced Hop for accusing him of g R emington. Hop denied it, of course, and Jim to what I told him. In a few minutes they were !ur quarrelling. The listening interpreter heard Jim dethat n either of them had killed the old merchant, but the deed was done by another Chinaman." hich one?" asked Harry. don't know. They used his real Chinese name. It r wan Su. You know names PY which we Amerinow the Mongolians are not.their real mtmes. I mean ames they use in their own country. For Jim, Sam uch names aTe not Chinese names. The names Hop, Lee or Sing merely represent the clan they belong to." see," said Harry, with a nod. ell," continued Olli King Brady, "the two quarrelling amen admitted that they were with this so-called Kran hen he stabbed JUr. Remington, apd they admitted 1that id them to aid him in his plan to fUurd,er the mai;i, e of his body afterward. They al s o declared that Su was handsomely paid by some white man to do the T asn't there any way to find out Kwan Su's identity?" afterward tried in this way: Ah Sing entered the ccupied by Hop and Jim, after their quarrel ended, and to pump them. They refused to give their pals away, ey were oath-bound not to betray them." don't understand, then, how we can locate the villain." ut I do," lau ghed Old Kjng Brady. "All Chinamen gistered by their teal names in the Chinese consulate in York. To-morrow we must ca ll on the Chinese Consul, e will tell us who Kwan Su i s ood enough!" exclaimed Harry. "Thp.t will sett le the er." ter some further conversation, they retired. the following afternoon they learned that the Chinese ul was in Washington, and that they could not get the mation they wanted until he returned to New York. th were intensely disappointed. elays are dangerous," Old King Brady muttered, as went l1ptown again. "The rascal may get away from York ere we find out who he really is. But it can't be d." "Cab--cab, gents?" Old King Brady glanced at him carelessly. Then his gaze became fixed and jntent, while an expres s ion of surprise and delight fl.ashed across his usually calm face. "See here, my good fellow,' he exclaimed "Yis, sor, replied the man, expectantly "Isn't your name Pat Muldoon?" "Sure, an' it is that. How did yez know me ?" The old detective exhibited his badge, and ieplied: "Do you know what that ls?" "Faith, it do be lookin' loik e a cop's b!ldge, sor." ''"\Ve are a pair of detectives." "Yis, I see . What av it, sor ?" ''Well, we've been looking for you for some time past, that's all." A sickly pallor began to creep over the driver\; face. He fidget e d about uneasily a" few moments, and asked: "What have I "Mixed yaurself up in a murd e r cas e." "The divil I have!" gas ped the man, in alarm "I say you have !" "An' I say I haven't!" "Let :rn.e convince you ." "Go ahead, if yer can,'' was the defiant reply. "On the night of October the fifth you did some work for a man named Fred Thorn, for "hi.ch he paid you fifty dol lars--" "Howley flag!" gasped Muldoon, with a violent start. Old lting Brady smiled when h e saw this exhibition of guilt, and he winked atHarry and asked the man q uietly : "Do you remember the circumstance?" Muldoon w silent for a moment. He cast a frightened glance at Old King Brady. "Fred Thorn," he muttered. "Sure, an' it's no man av' that name I "Don't lie about it!" said the detective. "We know all about the matter, and we want you to make a clean breast of it. The work you did for that man could land you in Sing Sing, and you know it." This shot told. With a cold sweat on his forehead, and an anxious look of intense dismay upon his pale face, Muldoon sudden l y grabbed Old King Brady's arm with a trembling hand and gasped hoarsely: "Don't arrest me, fer ther l,,ove av heaven! Sure, I need ed his money to spind on me woife an' chilclhren, an' I couldn't resist kapin' faith wid ther marn. Will yer lave me et's ride up to headquarters in a cab," suggested Harry. go this wanst ?" 11 right. There are some over near City Hall Park." He paused and gazed entreatingly at the detectives. ey crossed Broadway, and seeing a long line of hacks Neither of the Bradys really .]me w what he had done. ing al.ong the curb, they approached the neare s t one. But the old detective saw an excellent chance to fathom proved to be an old cab to which a bony gray horse the mystery, and at the same time keep the man thinking itched. that he was fully aware of his criminality. e driver, in green liv ery, had red hair and a clean-shavHe therefore said, in stern tones: ce. ''We will only let you go if you confess all." touched his old stove-pipe hat to them, and eagerly "I'd be {lither doin' annything ter git out av this." "Well, out with the whole story, then."

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J4 THE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. Muldoon, the picture of misery, gazed around for a moment to see that no strangers were listening. Then he leaned toward Old King Brady, and said excitedly: "This was ther way I wor pulled inter ther thing: Mr. Thorn met me in ther shtrate, an' offered ter pay me big money ter help him in a job be had on hand. I knowed him this long time. He's a dope fiend, an' I'd often dhriv' him on the shloy ter Chinatown, where he hit ther poipe, an' I'd often tuck him ter ther gamblin' houses, where he spinds most av his toime playin' faro--" "Well?" asked Old King Brady, as he paused a moment. "What did he say the job was he wanted you to help him in?" "Sure, he wouldn't tell me at all, t all, but it's a good guesser I am, an' begor', I wasn't long a-formin' me own opinion," replied the cabman. "Well, what Happened?'' "On ther noight his father wor kilt he met me, wid a bun dle, at eight o'clock, an' got in me cab, me ter dhroive him to the Hoffman House There he wint in, talked friendly to ther clerk, hoired a room, said he wor goin' ter shtay there a few hours, an' wint to his room wid ther bundle. Soon aftherward a Chinyman came out av ther hotel, come over ter Madison Square where Thorn towld meter wait fer him, an' got in me cab. That Chinyman wor Mr Thorn in disguise." "Ah!" exclaimed Old King Brady, darting a meaning glance at Harry. "Well, sor, he towld me ter dhroive him over ter his fath er's stable. It wor somewhere near tin o'clock whin we got there, an' met a bunch av Chinks who wor waitin' fer him. They all wint inter ther yard. They wor gone quarther av an hour Then Mr. Thorn came runnin' out, jumped inter ther cab, an' iowld me ter dhroive him back ter ther Hoff man House. Whin we got near there he sneaJrnd inter ther hotel. Quarther av an hour later I followed me ordhers an' wint inter ther clerk, an; axed him fer Mr. Thorn, ter bring him home. A bell-bye summoned him. He came down .shorn av the disguise an' said he'd been ash l eepin' iver since he wint there at eight o'clock, ter git over a jag He had ther Chineyman suit in a bundle. I dhruv him home Then I took him to a telegraph office. When he got home again he paid me fifty doll a rs, an' I wint off, undher oa t h ter _}{ape me m outh sh u t a b out it. The Bradys wer e amazed They rea l ized that it was up o n T horn's return f rom the mysterious adventure that t hey, from the Remington door way, had seen him pay Muldoon the money the driver a l luded to. Moreover, it threw a dark suspicion on Fred Thorn's char acte r C H A PTER VIII. PICK E D UP BY TWO CROOKS. When Muldoon ceased speaking, Old Ki n g B r a dy said to him i n kind tones : "It's all right, Pat. We are satisfied with wba el told us." bf "An' yez won't pull me in fer havin' a hand in ther (o "Not a bit of it. You didn t know what he was up 1 had no hand in the crime we suspect him of commit ec "Thrue fer you, sor," replied the cabman. 11: "You needn't let on to Thorn, if you meet him, h told us anything about the matter. Just keep it a se we ever need your testimony as a witness, we may cal 1 for it. But you can rest assured that we won't ever o doing you any harm." "Bedad, I thought it wor Sing Sing I'd get "Well, you won't. Rest easy, Pat. You"re quites < "It's obliged I am fer yer for sayin' that, sor." lookii;ig intensely relieved, Muldoon began to The Bradys heJd, a short conversation with him af and getting into his cab, paid him well to drive them headquarters As they went along Old King Brady said to Harrn "Fred Thorn is a deep villain There's no doubt mind that it was he, disguised as a Chinaman, who 1\lr. Remington. He went to the lloffman House me blind, to eEtablish an alibi, in case he were suspected milting the crime." "No doubt of that," Harry answered. "But, like a inals, he failed to properly cover up his tracks." ,"On the strength of the evidence we've just rake would not hesitate an instant to arrest him." "I wonder if he isn't the Kwan Su mentioned Chow?" "Perhaps We can prore it when we meet the consul. If he hasn't got such a name registered, we pretty sure it was a name 'l'horn assumed for the oc "Well," said Harry, "we know that the part pl the game by Sam Wah and the rest of the l\fongoli dictated by Fred Thorn He admitted as much in ou ing." They finally ieached heaclquart rs and dismissed ill Having met the chief and laid the whole thing b efo Old King Brady took a chew of tobacco and asked perior officer : "What is your opinion of the matter?" The chief was very thoughtful for awhile. When h e had turned the subject over in his mind, a ll y answe red: I t hi nk t h ere is more in the case than you imagine T his rep l y surprised the detectives "What do you mean?" Harry asked finally "Just this," replied the chief, "Thorn must be a binder." "What A member of the Chinese secret society?" "Exactly." "I thought only Chinamen were admitted." "No. I've known white men to belong to that ord "Why do you think Thorn is a member?" "Simp l y because he seems to associate so much with men whom we know to be members of that society. that, the Chinamen woul d not go tci such an extent as

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THE BRADYS THE CHIN AMEN. 15 --_-____ _::::-__ _:::-_-_------================ elves up in a murder case uhless he bad the sLrongest of influence over them to induce them to do so.'' ouldn't money buy their services ?" erhaps it might, if enough were t>fi'ered. But you must ect thnt Thorn bad none. That is, he scarcely could had enough to pay n gang of assassins. His tepfather him only a small allowance on account of his habits. :Moreover, as he gambled, he could not keep his small income long. 'l'herefore, it seelllii to me, he oo little money to purchase their services. That "r to presume some other consideration besides money ted the Chinese to do his bidding. The is that af longed to their secret order." e Bradys were struck by the force of this reasoning. was probable enough that the chief was right. e d King Brady then said: ssuming your theory to be correct, we must not lose of the fact that Thorn himself killed old M:r. Remingnd that the Chinamen who accompa11ied him did nothore than get rid of the body for him." s grant your idea," replied the chief readily, "but you e n 't really proved it. You've got several things to ao. \1e got to p1ove 'rhorn's g11ilt. You only suspect he's y 'j 1 nowing the motive, it's easy to prove the guilt of the lnal." -f course, if you are sure of the motive. You think rh killed his stepfather in order to tlirow his fortllne into .) daughter's hands, and that he now expects to get the ne by mari:ying the girl." -rfe heard him admit as much." Tery hue. But, nfter all, there :lnay have been sotne r motive behind the deed. You can't tell. Some outside i 1ence besides this may have been the prime cause of the ler." If there was any other reason, it has not appea1ecl. on the ace yet." Of course not. He wotlldn't be likely to go nbout giving seH away to every-one he Only n lunatic would hat. You'd better keep Thorn shadowed awhile. Don't st him until you have satisfied yourselves that he had no r motiYe in his deed, With all his interests located here ew YotkJ he is not nt all likely to run nwny, unless he is en to desperation, and has to go to save himself from or the electric chair. Just take it easy and keep cool. may not accomplish your pntJ_:Jose at once, but yotl are d to in the long run." he Bradys were impressed by what he said. hen they left the department an hour later they had a ite course of action mapped out, and resolved to fbllow uring the next few days they made several efforts to p more information from the Chinese prisoners, but d to learn anything. n order to have the Mongolians safe where they could h them if they were wanted> the Bradys had them corned to Blackwell's Islrtnd. hen they called on the Chinese consul. Upon him for some information about a person nertled Kwan Su, they found that nobody in the Chinese C!:llony of that name had been registered. In fact, no such person -Was known. When the detectives departed, Harry said in decided tones: "Kwan Su must l)ave bee1i Ji"red 'l'horn." "We might make some inquiries about it in Chinatown," replied Old King Btady. "It won t do to go there undis guised, however. The Chinamen know us too well now." "Ot1r plan is now to haunt the opium joints." "Just so. We are sure to find our birds in one or the Mher of them." They went home. Here they had a large assortment of disguises. Selecting a couple, after supper> they proceeded to change their looks. Old King Brady was made up to resemble a steamship officer in uniform, with a dark beard and a brown, curly wig. Harry's disguise was that of an ordinary sailor He wore a false JI\UStacha and darkened his skin with cosnietic to look as if he were sunburned. Sut!h characters are common about Chinatown. At ten o'clock they left their lodging, boarded a Third avenue car and rode down to Pell street, where they alighted. The dirty little crooked street had a very dangerous look, for at night it is frequented by crooks of the lowest grade. Paying no heed to the skulking forms in the cellarways and doorways, the detectives went reeling down the street, and Harry began to sing a sea song. "Avast tharJ yer lubber!" Old King Brady growled at him. "Stow yer jawin' tackle, will yer. Afore yer knows it, we'll get arrested fer bein' disorderly." "Don't interfere wi' me, messmate," replied Harry. ''I've been asplicin' ther main brace utltil I'm about three sheets in ther wind, an' I feel so happy I could sing if I was egoin' up fer six months." And then he roared boisterously : "Fer a-fightin' we must go; an' a-fightin' we must go, An' wot's the odds if yer lose a lP-gJ as long as yer drub ther foe?" Old King Brady began to rave at him. "Are yet goin' ter cork up?" he shouted, grasping Harry by the neck _"No, I ain't l Le' go. You're a crank l Jest listen tet this ditty, yer ole lubber: 'Twas off Sebastopol, my lads, I got this timber toe, 'l'her time we licked ther Roosbens, boys, a score of years ago. But what did I want two legs for, I'm jest as well wi' one, For Jack at sea, an' Jack ashore, is not ther boy ter Fer a-fightin' we must go, an' a-fightin' we must--" But just then be was interrupted. A couple of tough-looking citizens darted out of a hall way, and as each one seized a detective by the arm, one of them cried:

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I .16 THE BRADYS AND THE CHIN AMEN. "Hello there, boys, are yer lookin' fer some sport?" Harry pretended to look flattered at the complime "I reek.on we are, my hearty," replied Harry. "D'yer He swelled up, and replied quickly: know whar thar's any opium j'ints aroun' these quarters?" "Ay, now, everybody 'cept my shipmate here says "Yes, an' if you'll pay the piper, we'll steer yer all right." 1 good singer. But Bill says I'm on ther blink. Jist "Heave ahead, then We're out for sport an' we've got the 1 yer ole music box thar, old chap, an' all jine in ther c dough." And he began to sing in maudlin tones, as the The two rascals grinned and winked at each other, seized played: the officers by their arms, and piloted them around the bend into Doyers street. The swinging doors of a dingy saloon were pushed open and they pulled their supposed victims into a gloomy dive. CHAP'l'ER IX. THE DETECTIVES' DANGER. The Bradys cognizant of the unsavory reputation of the dive into which the two crooks had taken them. "Of all the wives as e'er yer know, yeo-ho, lads, ho! yeo-ho There's none like Nancy Lee, I trow, yeo-ho-yeo-h ho! See there she stands, an' waves her hands, upon the An' every day, when I'm away, she'll watch for me, An' whisper low, when tempests blow, for Jack at sea, Yeo-ho, lads-ho Yeo-ho !" Just as the gang of crooks in the room took up the and began to. yell at the top of their voices, Hungry .1.urned. Old King Brady smiled covertly. He knew that the villain had gone down into the den to prepare a trap into which he meant to lure the But it did not worry them. "When they've got us stupefied, they count on robbin The place was really an opium den. And they were aware of the fact that these two villains thought they were drunken sailors, whom they intended to rob. he muttered. "But I can see them getting very badly As they wanted to get into it without arpusing suspicion, th I th d t d 1 d 1 1 h f tl h db Bustling over to where they sat, Hungry Joe picked e p an ey a op e wor re 1 ce a c arm, or 1ey a een . 1 1 t th t th ld tt t tt t d t glass of whiskey the waiter brought w1th the other ca cu a mg a ey cou a rac a en ion an ge some d d ktb. th ansa1: croo o rmg em rn. They found themselves in a small room lit by lamps. ''Well, here's my regards, gents." Sitting around the tables were many well-h.'nown thugs The Bradys picked up their glasses, and saw. that whom they recognized at a glance, and all were talking, was a deposit of white powder in the bottom of each on smoking and drinking. "A drug!" Old King Brady thought grimly The two men who had the detectives in tow were the noInstead of drinking the vile stuff, he poured it do' torious pickpockets Hungry Joe and Spider Kelly, both of tween his collar and his neck in the most adroit m whom were well known to the police without being detected. Harry bad no chance to do th It was the former who had Old King Brady by the arm, He saw Spider Kelly keenly watching him, and he and there was an eager look on his narrow face and in his poured the drugged liquor into his mouth, and .kept it little keen black eyes, as he pointed at a table and said : Seeing his predic ament, Old King Brady shout "Sit down here an' have a ball, gents, while I go down Kelly: stairs an' square it with the Chinks in the dope factory." "S!ly, you!" "Ay, ay," replied the old detective, sitting down. "Don't Kelly turned and glanced inquiringly at him. be gone long, old feller. Name yer booze afore yer quit us." Quick as a flash Harry squirted the drugged liquor :Mine's whisky," said Hungry Joe, winking at the tough cuspidor. waiter who was wiping off the table with a wet, dirty towel. '"What d'yer want?" demanded Kelly. "An' I say, Nick, see that these gentg gets good grog, out o' ''Why ain't yer singin' ?" asked the old detective ther white-labeled bottle!" in the chorus.'" "I savvy," replied the waiter, readily understanding Joe to mean that he was to give the detectives liquor that was full of knock-out drops. The veteran crook nodded and grinned in a g hastly fashion and rushed down a flight of stairs in the corner. Spider Kelly tried to 1nake himself very agreeable and pleasant to his prospective victims, for he said to Harry: "Yer a mighty good singer, partner. I never heard a finer baritone voice than you've got. Strike up a tune, an' I'll get the g_uy with the wooden eye at ther pianner ter play yer a accompaniment." "Can't. Never could. I think me pipes is on ther "Oh, sing, anyhow." "Werry well." And Kelly began to yell like a cowboy. When the song was finished both crooks imagined t tectives had. been drugged and were kee nly wr.id1::::ig th The Bradys pretended to be gett ing very drowsy. Seeing this, the pickpockets became more convinced ever that the drug was taking hol(!_. "How about that opium jint ?" demanded Old Brady.

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THE BRADYS AND THE CHIN AMEN. "It's all right," replied Hungry Joe hoarsely. "Foller me, gents." He led them to the stairs and they descended. The cellar was :fitted up in cheap Oriental style. Matting covered the floor, shabby red muslin curtains hung before a row of wooden bunks ranged along the "all, a.nd fans and Japanese umbrellas hurig on the walls. There were a number of Chinese opium :fiends in the place smoking an inferior grade of the drug, and the man who attended to wants was evidently a :fiend like the rest. He was a huge fellow whose face was pitted with smallpox marks. Hungry Joe called him Wing Chang. 'He eyed the newcomers with a singularly ferocious expression for a few lI)Oments, and Hungry Joe said to him in eager tones : "Say, Wing Chang, looker ther new customers I've brought yer." "Smokee plipe ?" demanded the Celestial gruffiy. "Ay, ay !"replied Old King Brady. "Good hop" too, mind yer," added Harry, boisterously. "We ain't no cheap Johns, my hearty, an' when our ship was in ther Chiny seas we wuz allers a -hittin' ther pipe, an' knows wot good stuff is." "Me no hab bad opium." "Where's yer empty berthi;;? I ain't a goin' ter turn in wi' none o' them 'ere monkey-faced old galoots wot's smokin' over thar." "Yo' takee clouch. Plenty loom for two mens allee samee," said Wing, pointing at a big divan. "Me glitee tables-me glitee lamp-evlysing allee light so be. Ki-ya, Quong Fang !" The latter shout brought a thin, little ChinauLook at the door-quick !" Old King Brady complied. "Thorn !" he muttered. Just then the face vanished and the panel softly closed. "Did you recognize him, Old King Brady?" "Yes. We must get into that room after him." "Look out!" Wing Chang was approaching. None of the rascals could understand why the detectives did not succumb at once to the drug they imagined the officers swallowed. However, they when the detectives smoked the opium they would fall into a deep sleep. Hungry Joe and Spider Kelly eyed them sharply. When the Chinaman gave them the opium he walked away, and the detectives made a pretense of smoking the paste. Quarter of an hour passed by. Observing their supposed victims to be very wide awake yet, the two pickpockets got out of their bunks. Their patience had given out. They resolved to settle the matter with no further delay by attacking the officers and knocking the senses out of them. But the Bradys saw them coming. Realizing what they intended to do, the two detectives quietly got their hands on their revolvers. Then they coolly awaited developments. CHAPTER X. CLEANING OUT THE JOINT. man through a door from a room in the rear. HungrJ Joe pulled a sandbag from his pocket, and Spider He had a long queue and a dazed look. Kelly produced a long-bladed carving knife. "Half dopy !" ejaculated Harry, eyeing him with a keen they reached the Bradys, the old pickpocket exclaimed look. gruffiy : Wing Chang gave the other Chinaman some instructions "Just put up yer hands, gents!" in his own language, and told the Bradys to lie down. Certainly,'' replied Old King Brady. The two crooks crept into a bunk. "Of course we will,'' added Ha.rry. Opium pipes were procured and handed to each of the four And each one raised his right hand. men by the Chinamen, and the two ye11ow fellows began But they eacli clutched a glittering revolver. cooking and manipulating the opium pills to be breathed And these dangerorni weapons were aimed straight in the through the pipes. faces of the two crooks, who recoiled, uttering yells of alarm. While this was going on, the Bradys were sharply sizing The Bradys sat up, and Harry exclaimed: .up the den ancl eyeing the occupants of the bunks. "Better clrop them ere pl'aythings, messmates !" They recognized among the fiends some who had been in Down went Joe's sandbag and Kelly's dagger upon the I Hop Chow's joint at the time they raided it. floor. Every one of them was more or Jess under the effect of the "Don't shoot!" yelled the latter in alarm. drug and paid no heed to anything except the craving to Old King Brady chuckled and replied: smoke. "Jist fl.op down on yer knees!" When the Bradys finished their inspection, Harry glanced Down sunk the two crooks, quivering with fear . over at the door through which Quong Fang had come, and a j "Now own up," said Harry. "W asn'l yer goin' ter rob thrill passed through him as he saw a little panel open in the us?" ,. door and a man peering tlrtough. "No, no !" protested Joe, feverishly. At one glance the boy saw enough of the man's features to "I say you were !" ,, recognize him as Fred Thorn, and he nudged his partner and "I swear we wasn't!" whispered: "You lie, Hungry Joe!"

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I 1 8 THE BRADYS AND THE ORIN AM;EN. "Oh, gee! he knows me!" "We ought to," said Old King Brady dryly; "we've pulled you in several times in the past, and--" "They're fly-cops!" groaned Kelly dismally, Electrified by this remark, Joe bounded to his feet, gave the disguised of!iqer one wild look, and rushed away; shouting: "Run, Kelly, run!" "Hold on there !" cried Harry. But Kelly had risen and was running, too, as fast as he could go. "Hold; or we'll shoot yon l" roared Old King Brady. '11he altered tones and changed deportment of the twn offi cers let the crooks see very plainly that they had been cleverly duped. Running for the stairs, they went up two at a time. "Watch the front room!" shonted Harry. "All right: Scare the crooks ollt !" his partner replied. Bang Bang! went their pistols. Th, bullets flew over the crooks' heads. Not only did the shots hasten their movements, but they alarmed every one else in the place. Quong Fang dashed into a closet and hid himself) and the opium fiends tumbled out of theit bunksJ startled by the "f\ring Chang heard the crooks sny "fly-cops," and knew what it meant, for he yelled something in Chinese to his atrons and went tearing upstairs after Hungry Joe. A stampede then occurred. Every of the frenzied but half stupid crowd of yellow fiends wanted to be first to get up those stairs. They made a combined rnslT for them. There was not room for all and they got jammed. A furious struggle ensued among them, and they howled, fought, scratched and pummeled each other furiously. The Bradys looked 011 with amusement. "Scare them again !" chuckled the old detective. Once more their pistols ra11g out, and the humming bullets flying over the heod o of the gang made them frantic. Breaking the wedge, up they we11t, one after the other. Harry had his eye on the front of the cellar. He half expected to see Thorn look in again, attracted by the shots. Seeing notliing of him, the boy exclaimed : "Thorn may h!:l' cl taken alarm." "Let us see, a" this place has been cleared." I They ran to the door With the panel and found it locked. By rushing against it with their shoulders, they broke the I bolt and plunged into a small, square room. It was a private smoking parlor. Neatly furnished and cont:iining a complete opium layout, I it was evidently kept for the of a good class of people. But ThQrn was not there. Harry caught view of a pair of Chinaman's legs sticking out from under the end of a divan. Pointing at them, he exclaimed laughingly: "Perhaps he can tell us where our man has gone." "Pull him out," replied Old King Brady. Catching the man by his ankles, Young King Brady be to pull and the Mongolian began to grunt nnd squeal. "Leavee go I Bleakee leg I Ow-wow-wow I Dlop dat !'' Harry did not stop until he had the 1nan exposed. When the Chinaman was in foll view, they saw he wast fat y6ung fellow, gorgeously dressed in beautifully embro dered colored silks, and he held n club i11 his hand. Pointing his pistol at the ChinamaU:s head, Harry crie "Where's the white man who was in here?" "No sarvy !" replied the ChinamanJ and he got on h" knees and bowed his head to the floor on his hands. "Speak quick, or I'll kill you!" roared Harry sternly. Peering np with one eye, the Celestial saw the pistol. It t1hnerved him completely) and he rose and shouted: "Me tellee you No killee me. Yes, yes. Me say where gentleman !" ''Well, where?" "Lun upee step to stleet." "Show me the stairs." "Ovee derc, hind dat mat." He pointed at a bamboo curtain, and Harry drew it aside and saw that it concealed a flight of stone stairs leading tel the street. "How long has he been gone?" asked Old King Brady. "Jes' go," replied the Mongoli an. "Sure?" "Yep." "Come, Harry !" And out of the place they hastened. Th y found themselves in Doyer street The alarm of a raid had spread like lightning arid not :1 solitary yellow man was visible in any of the adjacent hoUl:les Harry glanced around. "Gone!" he announced . "Speak to the cop on the Pell street corner. I'll go to the other corner." They separated and :r;-an in opposite direciions. On the corner Harry met a policeman and asked ; "Has any one passed this corner in the past five 1ninutes ?" "Yes. Two men." "Describe them." "One was a Chinaman and the other a white man." "How did the white man look?" "What do you want to know for?" "I'm after a man." "After one ?" "Yes. See here !" And he showed his badge. "Oh I 'X ou're a detective?" "I am." ''Well, he was tall, slender, had, a dark mustache and was quite stylish." "That's the man. And the Chinaman?" "They were together." "As I suspecterl." "The Chink was dressed in a ch'ocolate-colored blo.use with

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THE BRADYS AND oroHINAM:EN. 19 ass buttons, black pa n ts, white stockings, black sanda l s and f e lt h at--" Th at descr iption fits 'most any Chinaman. "Very But I noticed a big scar on the side of his ead ." Hal f -moon shaped?" "Yes And I heard the white man call him Sam Wah." "That's the other chap I m after "Ind eed!" "Ah! Here comes O ld King "Oh! o yoll're the Brady s eh? "We are. Where clid th e two men go ?" "Up the Bowery in a hurry, onl y a few moments ago "I'm much obliged to you." Just then the olcl d e tective joined them. He had questioned the oth e r p o liceman uns uccessfu lly. "Well?" he demanded anxiou s ly. "They've jus t gone up th e Bowe:cy." "Who clo you mean by 'they ?' " T horn and Sam Wah." "Follow them Thanking the policeman, they hurri e d away A car was passin g and the y boa rd e d it, r e main e d on the ear platform, and while Harry wat c h e d o ne.sid e of the street is partner watched the other while they w e r e being carried 1ptown CHAPTER XI. TRA CE D HOl\IE worth two in the bush/ r eplie d Harry "W e both fee l pretty certain he is the culprit If w e land e d him in jail we might force him w convict him s elf, yo u know." Old King Brady s miled and r e pli ed: "Don't you be too sur e of that. H e s a very sly ma n and wouldn t readily send him s elf to hi s doom/' "Then what in thunder do you expect to gain by l eavin g him at liberty to float around and perhaps commit more crimes?" "I' ll tell you," Old King B'rady replied, as he took a fre h chew of tobacco "It' s an old and true saying that if you give a criminal e nou g h rop e b e will sooner or later bang him self. I want to apply the axiom to Thorn ana see if h e won't convict himself "The villain has already done s o in some respects. "But we can't show absolute proof that it was he who ran that knife into George R e mington's body." "I know it, but--" "Be guided by me, Harry, and I'm quite sure it will turn out all right in th e long run," said the old detective quietly. They kept followin g and watching Thorn. He gave them a long walk. To their surprise, h e l e d them s trai ght to his late resi dence in Twenty-seventh street, and rang the front door bell. A maid admitted him. The detective s saw the light g o up in the parlor, a s the window shades were half rai sed, and they glided over on the stoop. Getting in the vestibul e they h e ard Thorn exclaiming: "Never mind if M iss R e min g t o n i s in h eel. I want you to g o and tell h e r I wis h to see h e r on very important b u s iness. "There is Thorn now! D o you hear?" It was Harry who s poke, about five minute s la te r., and be "Yes, sir,' replied the girl timidly. uclde nly pointed at a man in the hurrying throng of people "Then go, and don t be more than twenty -seven year s o:n, the west s ide of the s treet. about it, either Old King Brady saw the young man "Very well, sir." \ He was striding along hurrie dly a n d had his h at pulled And the girl left the room, and the Bradys peered through down over hi s eyes, much as if he wis h e d to c o nceal his feathe window a few minutes tures They saw Thorn fling himself into an easy chair light a The B radys alighted on the side oppo s ite wher e h e was cigar, and thoughtfull y puff great clouds of smoke in the air Watching him keenly, they w ent along and Old King Presently the girl returned and said: B rady said: "She'll be right down, sir." ''W e had bette r shadow h i m, to see where he i s going H e "Ve ry well. Then you get out of here was evidently in that den smoking opium when w e attacked The gir l left the room. Hun gry Joe and h i s pa l. D riven out by fear of arrest, Thorn A few moment s afterward, however, the B radys saw her i s evident l y heading for some o t her retreat quietly emerge from the basement door w i t h h e r bon ne t o n 1'Goin g t o pu ll h i m r i ght in?" Harry st opped her at the gate. "The chief advised us not to "W h ere are you going?" he demanded. D e lays are dangerous, you mow." "After a policeman!" she replied. "Very true But after all w e'v e onl y g ot circum s tantial "Did Mi s s R e mington tell you to?" e v idence against the man. We can't prov e that he r e ally "She did r e pli e d th e girl, lookin g s urpri sed. murdered his step-father, or got somebody e l s e to do th e job "To arre s t Freel Thorn?" f o r h im. In order to convict the we mus t haYe some"Yes, sir,'' s ai d th e girl still m o r e su rprised thing tan g ibl e." "Then you need g o no further, for we officer s "Of c ourse I'll d o as you say, but I don't app rove of it." ''\Vhy, you're a sailor," b e gan the g irl. "You a r e impa t ient. " O h, no. We are disguised S er ret S enicr officers, and \\'e "Not tha t so m\lch as, my belief that a bird in hand is aTe friends of your A dmi t U F q n irtl,r to the base-

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20 THE BRA .. THE CHINAMEN . \\ -...... ment and we'U keep an eye on Thorn and see that he doesn't I signed to keep you in seclusion until I could get rid of t hurt the young iady." Braays "I don't believe you are cops." "Oh, that's all humbug!" she replied. "Your excuse is he "Look at these badges. Don't they convince weak. I don't believe a word of it. I am not quite as 0 The girl studied them a few moments, and finally said: ble a fool as you seem to think I am. Now, I want to "I'm satisfied you of one thing you seem to lose track of I'll never m "Will you do as we say?" you. The law would never recognize a forced marriage, "Yes. Follow me in." such a marriage would never give you control of my for She admitted them and went into the kitchen. without my consent, and I'd never consent to you hand The Bradys crept softly into the rear parlnr, which was it. So, you ,see eve,n had you succeeded in marrying me, cast in gloom, and got behind the rich damask portieres would have gained, absolutely nothing by it after all." separating the two rooms. Thorn smiled sarcastically. But they had not long to wait He had his own ideas of the manner in which he inten Dolly came down stairs; swept haughtily ,into the parlor, to get her money once she was his legal wife. and confronting Thorn, she demanded angrily: But he did not explain what his plans were. "Well, sir, what do you want here?" "I see I can't convince you of my innocence,'' "Dolly, I've come back to ask your forgiveness." claimed. "For killing my father?" "No matter what you say, you can't do it,'' the girl "Who killed him?" swered. "You did !" she declared A dark frown gathered on Thorn's brow, and he cried angrily: "You wrong me outrageously, Dolly!" "Oh, you can't deny it with lies!" cried the "I tell you I didn't. I can prove my innocence if I'm arrested "How can you?" "Easily. At the time the deed was committed I was fas,t asleep in a room in the Hoffman House. I've got evidence in my possession that between the hours of eight and ten I was in that hotel." "I doubt it,'' said the girl curtly. "Oh, I've got evidence-" "Rubbish Didn't you abduct me?" "But I had a good reason--" "Then I'll take .my leave of you." e "Just wait awhile,'' said Dolly. She wanted to keep him talking until her maid return ; with the officer she had sent the woman for. 1a But Thorn seemed to scent danger, for he moved towa\ the door. s "No, I'll go now !" he exclaimed. t Just then Harry swept the portieres aside a d the Brady'] sprang into the parlor, confronting Thorn. X They had taken off their wigs, beards and mustaches, ant the startled rascal recognized them at a glance. / CHAPTER XII. .A DESPEU.ATE MEASURE. "Oh, pshaw!" replied the girl impatiently "Wliat good reason could you possibly have had in treating me so falsely? J You lured me from this house with a forged note, and "Those confounded detectives agairt !" gasped Fred Tho dragged me a prisoner, under 'the influence of a drug, to a as he glared furiously at the Bradys. vile opium den in Chinatown. As I understand it, you de"We have followed you here from Wing Chang's opiu signed to force me to marry you. Your object in doing that den," replied Old King Brady, "and we've been listening t was to get possession of the money my father left me in his your lame excuses to Dolly Remington for your infernal ac will." tions." ,,... "Indeed !" sneered Thorn in ugly tones. "Dolly, you wrong me shamefully." "No, I don't The Bradys told me all." "Yes, indeed," replied Old King Brady "You ma imagine you can fool that girl, but you can't fool us, Fre that way about my best Thorn. We know all about your villainy, and we intend "Curse the Bradys--" "Silence, sir Don't speak friends." "Your friends!" he sneered. "Oh, yes. You have gone 1 back on me for tJ;iem. You'll believe anything they tell you about me. You are being grossly deceived. They hate me, and want to put me in a bad in your estimation But I'll baffle their mean designs yet." "What brought you here to-night?" "1 wanted to 8/t myself right with you. As I am telling yo,u, I had a potent object in taking you away from here. I knew the detectives were poisoning your mind against me, and I wanted to remove you from their evil influence. I debring you to jt1stice." "Oh, what harm can you do me, except to get square wit me for trying to defend myself against you?" "I'll tell you,'' replied the old detective "In the fir place, George Remington found you to be a gambler an spendthrift, and disinherited you. In the second place, yo were desperate for the want of money. You were very inti mate with Mr. Remington's Chinese cook. On the 5th o October we met Sam Wah carrying a basket containing hi rnnster's head. We afterward learned from Pat Muldoo the cab driver, that you manufactured ah alibi so you coul

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THE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. be charged with Remington's murder, by taking a room e Hoffman House. Disguised as a Chinaman, you left hotel, and were driven to the scene of the crime before deed was committed. You had a gang of Chinamen waiton Twenty-eighth street for you. You went in the back and killed that man. Afterward your Chinese friends e the body. We heard you and Sam Wah in the cellar in atown discussing the matter The Chinaman had fold your instruction.s by putting Remington's body in a er's wagon and carted it aboard a ferryboat. It was hted to sink it in the river. At the last moment the rstitious Chinamen cut off the head to give it decent "al, to appease their devils. The body was cast overboard. as while Sam Wah was bringing the head ashore that we ght him and recognized it. Thus we are convinced that were the murderer.' Then came your motive. We heard say to this Sam Wah that you abducted Dolly Remington rder to force her to marry you. You had the in s ane idea this would be the means of throwing her father's for e into your hands. But she has just shown you what a e dream you were laboring under. If you hadn't been a rmed opium fiend you would not have attempted such an ne act." uring all the time Old King Brady was talking Thorn glaring a\ him with a feeling of unutterable horror. e saw his danger. he detectives knew all about his scheme. ith prison and the electric chair staring him in the face, ew desperate to the degree. ntil then Dolly knew nothing about the disposition of father's body and the way his corpse was mutilated. he story filled her with horror. he turned pale, and a look of alarm crossed her pretty Young King Brady grew alarmed. He sudden,ly paused and exclaimed : "Don't shoot yourself, you fool !" ''Unless you permit me to go unmolested, I'll blow my brains out!" Thorn hissed in determined tones. "I'm a dc:> perate man. You have got me cornered. If I'm arrested, I'll perish. I'd sooner kill myself than to let the law do it for me." The young detective glanced at his partner. He did not know exactly what to do. It was evident enough 'to them that Thorn would keep his word, for the look on his face showed his determination. Old King Brady was calmly turning the matter over in his mind and he beckoned to Harry and said quietly: "Come here." "Going to let him go?" "Yes. We don't want his corpse." "No." "Some time we'll catch him unprepared." Thom was eyeing them suspiciously. He thought they were trying to put up a trick on him to take him off his guard and make a prisoner of him. The man natl no desire to die_. and realizing that there was a chance to save himself, he began to back stealthily toward the door. In the meantime he kept the pistol pointed at his head. Gradually, as he observed that the detectives made no move to stop him, it dawned upon his mind that he could get away unmolested. The thought filled him with fierce joy. Reaching the door, he suddenly dashed out. In a moment more he was in the street, running away at the top of his speed, exulting over the ease with which he escaped. hen this,'' she gasped, "was the manner in which my But Harry was in pursuit of him. father's remains were disposed of?" So deft and careful were the boy's movements that the ld King Brady glanced at her pityingly. fugitive had no idea he was being shadowed with a sureness e bowed his head in token of assent. that admitted of no escape on his part. Yes," he replied in low tones, "and this mm is responWhen the boy left the room, Old King Brady said to for the atrocious deed. He is a most unprincipled vilDolly: ,as you have seen and heard. But his roguery has reached "Thorn is gone, but Harry will locate him to a certa}nty." lirnax, as far as we are concerned, and we intend to put "What a desperate man he is," said the girl, wonderingly. behind the bars, produce witnesses of his infamy, and "There is nothing strange in that. He realized that his that he gets his deserts. He must realize by what we game was exposed and that he had no chance to save him e just said that the whole story of his villainy is well self. Arrest meant death for him. To kill himself would wn to us." have been no than to have others do so for him." 'Arrest him, by all means, if he is responsible for my "Very true, Mr. Brady." er's death," the girl replied coldly, "and none will be "It's an absolute fact that be would have committed suie pleased than I when the law has taken its course." cide rather than submit to arrest. We knew that, and that's arry took a step toward the man. why we let him go. A dead prisoner would have been utterly rawing a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, he exto us. On the other hand by giving him his lib erty imed: we give ourselves a chance to catch him later on-alive." 'You may as well submit gracefully, Thorn. You can't "I hope your partn e r will have no trouble with him." ape us." "No danger of that. Harry is capable of taking good care 'I'll escape, or I'll commit suicide !" said the villain. of himself. I don't believe Thorn will venture to molest you He had a look of deadly resolve upon his face, and drawhere again. He knows we are watching this house and will a revolver from pocket he placed the muzzle against fear to encounter ns here again." temple. "I hope he won't come back," the girl replied, nervously,

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I, 22 THE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. "for I have grown to fear him inten sely. You must recol lect that he now sees h e ha s committ e d & murder for nothing. He knows he now cannot w e d me, or get a c e n t of my father' s mon ey, as his plan is known. It will make him wild to know he ha s had all his pain s for nothin g The di s appointm ent must be keen ind eed for him. "The re 's another a s pect to t h e c ase a s w e ll," Old Kin g Brady add ed, with a troubled look. "His knowledge that the jig is up will cau s e him to get away from New York. Ther e is now nothing to hold him h e r e By remaining he will keep himself exposed to the dang e r of capture. Know ing this the man will probably s train every effort to keep out of our reach." "Wouldn t he be more apt to hid e him s elf until the excitem ent blows over?" a s ked Dolly wis_ely. Old King Brady smiled and s hook hi s h e ad Only one thing would now kee p h0im here, he exclaimed. "And that is?" "The opium joints." "Are there no others outside of N e w York?" "Plenty in the big citie s but h e i s n t familiar with them. His i s so confirmed that it may pre vent him from try ing to run away from the city. With hi s craze for the drug so strong upon him, h e may dread t o q \ 1 i t his old haunt s In fact, he may not have will power e nough to do it." "Then you consider him a confirm e d fie nd ? "One of the worst," repli e d the old d e t e ctive d ecis ively. "And when we want t.o find him again it will doubtle s s be in one of the den s in Chinatown." He held a short conver s ation with her, and pre s ently departed for home, wondering how Harry was faring. CHAPTER XIII. RECOGNIZING A :CHOTOGRAPII. When the Bradys m e t at breakfa s t on the following morn ing the old detective asked his partner: "Dtd you track Thorn from the R e mington residence ? "Yes," replied Harry, "and quite successfully." ''Where did he lead you to?" "An opium d e n in Mulberry stre.et." "Indeed," said Old King Brady, with intere s t. "He can't keep away from those dives somehow." "Once the vil e habit gets a grip on a man he c an't resi s t it." "I'm afraid Thorn is a confir med fiend." "No que s tion about that, Harry." "The place h e e ntered is only frequented by yellow fiends It's in the Bend opposite the park, and a man named Hong Toy runs it." "I know all about the joint." "They barred me out when I tried to enter the place, and I had a fight with the Chinamen. Finding I couldn't gain en trance alone I finally gave up the attempt." "Isn't Thorn likely to get away during your absence?" "No, for I met a ward man named Murray, and as he's out till ten this morning, he offered to ke ep watch and our man the moment he puts his nose out s id e the door." "That's all right. "You d bett e r come down ther e with m e afte r br and see if we can't get into the plac e and collar t hat vi "Very well," assented Old King Brady a s he rose the table. "I'm ready to go now." They left their lodgings and pro ceede d down town. When th e y reache d the opium joinf they found Mur guard there, and Harry ask e d him: "IIas Thorn come out yet? "No," r e pli e d the wardman. I've been on gua night, too." "We are going in to get him." "I'll go with you." "Come along." And into the store they went. It was a place in which Chinese curios were for sale. A piece of r e d mu s lin hung oYer th e doorway in board partition at the rear and a c oupl e of Chinamen s before it. One was Hong Toy the owne r. As soon a s h e saw the thre e detectives h e s aid to hi s companion, who ha s tily d a r te d thro u g h the r e d tain and vanished. "G e t out of the way there! c ri e d Old King Brad y, r# ing at Hong. "What e e want in here? roar e d the Chinam a n "l\fe lib inee black loom. Nobody g o in d e r e "Shut up! cried Murray, a s he s eized the Chinama one arm while Harry gra s ped the oth e r. "Do you want pull y ou in ?" "Rush him!" said Harry. The n ext moment the Chinaman was pulled to the ancl hurled out into the street, where he fell on his hands knees. He g ot up and ran away. Meantime Old King Brady dart e d into the back room Another door confronted him and h e found it locked. One thump with his s hould e r sent it flying ope n, an plunged into an opium d e n fille d with Chinamen. Hong's frie nd had gon e in to warm the m that the was being raided. They found him pulling them out of bunks and doing everything possibl e to arouse them their stupor. Old King Brady seized him by the throat. "Where's the white man?" he d e manded. "No habee white man here," r e pli e d the frigh te ned golian. ''Where's the white man, I s ay? roar e d the old d e t e c and he pushed his revolv e r a g ain st the Chinaman's A yell of alarm escaped the heathen. His friends having by this tiine pulled their wits toget rushed at Old King Brady to rescue the man from his The detective saw them coming. Gripping his prisoner with one band, he doubled u fist and as the first Mongolian drew near him he deal man a fearful blow that knocked hitn flat on the floor.

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THE BRAbYS AND THE CH!NAMEN. "" 23 ust then Harry and :Murray rushed in. eeing how matter s s tood, they doubled up their fis ts !ind, "ng no h!!ed to th!:! supei'iot numbers opposiI1g them, they attacked the tascals. ut shot their fist s right and left, and in a momeI1t the was ih an uproar as the y drove the Chinamen back. low after blow was s ttuck. an after man was knock e d over. panic s eize d the Chinam e n atld they flew through a rear r and windo" 's into the back yard. ld King :Brady clung to hi s pri s otlet. 'Are you going to t e ll rue Where the white :man is? ; ' he !!d. 'Kwan Su?" a s k e d the Mon g olian in trettlulou s tones. his natne startled Old King B11ady, for it was the cogno by 1vhich the Il1urde r e r o f old Mr. lle mington wa s wn. 'I mtmn the white trtan nam e d Kwan Su J he exclai med 'He bee n here all e e night. "Yes, I know that; but h e ain t hete Ilow.' "He gone/' "Whe r e ? 'Outee wihdee." 'When? 'Las night." 'Don t tell me an y Iie s.H "No, no, alle e same. He g one las' night ) 'Are yot1 s ure of the patty r e rer to?'' "Oh, yes. M e know Kwan Su, whitee mail. He belong ciety-Hatche t JCi e ty. Allee light. He gooda whitee n alla sa,me Chinaman. Old King Bra d y found his the or y proven correct He s urm ise d that Thorn was a m embe r of the Chine s e se t soc i e ty, and for th a t r eas on secure d Chine s e aid to kill step-father. tleing a memb e r of that organization ? h e hlld no trouble to all the aid h e n e eded to carry out his schemes. This Chinaman had given Thorn s sectet away. Old King Brad y wanted to b e of his man, !ttld he w a photograph of Thorn from his pocket. Dolly had given it to him. Holding it in front of the Mongolian, he asked abruptly: "Who is this ?" The Chinaman viewed it carefully a moment, then he said: "Dat Kwan Su." "Are you sure ?11 "Yep." The detective smiled and r e placed the picture in his pocket. had made two important discov e rie s e nrst was that Thorn belonged to the Chinese secret iety. he second wa s that Thorn artd Kwan Su were identical. When Hop h o w and Jitn ltee quarrelled in their ceH, y asserte d in the hearin g of Ah Sin g, the interpreter that an Su was the p e r s on who Il:lUtdered Mt. R e mington. s Kwan Stt and Fred ':rhorh w e r e identical, it was plain ugh now that Thorn wrls the murderer. ust then Harry anil :Mtufny joined the old detective. All the Chinamen except the man it,i Old King Brady's hllbds had escaped. "Thorn ain't ht!re !H said Harty in tones ol supreme dis .. gust. "No. He escaped out the back wny la$t night.'' "How do you know he did ?" "This man just adinitted it to :ttie." "Oh! I see." "I've made him conress.>' "What?" "Kwan Su and Thotn ate one and the same person." "By Jove! that 's startling. "Moreover, Thorn is a m e mber of the Hatchet Society.'1 Harry' s amazement increa sed. "!Jid thi s man say so? he "Yes.'' "Then the mystery i s cleared up.'' "It will simplify our work, E:arry." ''Well, it reduces the case to the mere capture of Thorn.'' "But he' s gone." ''We mu s t try to find hlm. "The quick e r w e send out a g e n e ral alarm to the police to ] { e e p a lookout for him th e bett e r." No use of s taying h e r e any l o nger, then ." "I'm di s gu s t ed!" said :M:tm'ay. "While I was watching the front of the house that villain escap e d out the back door.'' "Of course it' s di s appointing and very aggravating/ said Old King Brady, a s h e r e l e ased hi s pri s oner, "but it can't be h e lped now. We'll see if we can't dig him up again.H They hastened out into the street. L e aving Murray ; they ran up Mulb erry street to police headquarter s :rnd had an alarm sent out to every precinct in the city for the capture of Thorn on s ight. CHAPTER XIV. IN A GILDED DEN. At nine o'clock that night th e Brady s strolled into a sta tlon house, and Harry nodded to the sergeant at the desk and said: "Hello, Barney Any news yet?" "Ah, Harry, that you? No, we haven't found Thorn." "Got any reports?" "Not a word.' "How many men ar e out in Chinatow:Jtf7 "At least a dozen plain-cloth e s men .'' Old King Brady paused near a front window and began to think, and the boy j o in e d him and s aid in low tones: "I'm afraid we'll hav e o dig him up 6urse1ves." "The police wouldrt't r e coghize him v e ry r e adily by a. mere d e scription," replied the old det e ctive; "so there is nothing in their tardiness. Be s ides, he may be keeping un der cover." Just then a cab came along. ( . '

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. A THE BRADYS AND THE CHIN Al\t.IEN As the interior of the police station w;as brilliantly illu minated, any one passing along the street outside could plainly distinguish the people in the station. .Moreover, most people, in passing a police station, glance at it curiously, as it seems to hold a strange fascina.tion for them. The driver of the cab was no exception to the rule. He peered in and saw the Bradys. Then he suddenly turned his horse to the curb. Pausing, he descended from his seat. The Bradys saw him and wondered what his business was. Instead of letting any one out of his cab, as they expected, the man ran over to the window. He beckoned to the Bradys to come out. "That's queer,'' said Harry. "Evidently he wants us." "Wonder what's up?" "Come out and see." Leaving the room, they joined tfie driver outside and recognized him. "It's Pat Muldoon,'' cried Harry in some surprise. "What brings you here, my boy?" asked Old King Brady curiously. "Sure, I only saw yez be accident in passin'," replied Pat. "Oh, I see! Anything wanted?" "I've had Thorn in me cab to-noight." "Ah Where did you take him to ?" "A gamblin' den." "Where?" "Thirty-eighth street, near Seventh avenue." "Indeed!" "Sure, I jist came from there." "I'm glad you've let us know about it." "Well, sor, I knowed yez wor wantin' that spalpeen, an' >eein' yez in here jist now, thinks I, 'I'll tell them,' an' here I am." "Good for you! Pat, you've rendered us a great service." "It's atonement fer what I did in ther past, sor." "Take us over there, will you ?" "Wid pleasure." "First tell us \vhere you picked Thorn up." "On Sixth avenue near Twenty-third street." "Was he alone ?" "Yis, sor. I expected a roas tin', but, begorry, he niver said a word agin me. He seemed plazed ter see me. Said he wanted ter go ter Danger.field's ter buck ther tiger, as he wor nearly broke an' had ter raise some money somehow in a hurry." "Isn't that the gambling den he always used to frequent?" "Sure an' it is. Many's ther toime I've dhriven him there before. I axed him wor I ter come afther him, but he said he didn't know what toime he'd quit." "I see,'' said the detective. 1 Old King Brady took a fresh chew of tobacco, and after a moment's reflection he turned to Harry and said : "He's reaching the end of his rope. With no money, he can't get away from this town. Probably he's desperate now." "Gambling is a poor resort to increase one's fortunes,'' said Harry in dry tones. "If he had a little money to risk e crease his pile, and l.oses it, he will be worse off than ev "A man of his calibre is willing to run that risk." "We must disguise ourselves and enter the joint rately." "Our dress suits are in the valises in the police s with wigs and whiskers, and we can change our looks here." "Very well. Pat, you wait for us." The driver nodded and returned to hia se-at. Entering the station, the Bradys put on full dress over their street clothes and placed crush-hats on their Wearing white kids, patent leather shoes, and caped they went out and entered the cab. Old King Brady had on a white. beard to match hi and ye brows, and a pair of gold eyeglasses on his nose, Harry's features were changed with a heavy brown mus They looked like a couple of gentlemen going to a dress function and were almost unrecognizable. Pat drove away with them. As they sped through the silent streets Harry view friend very critically, and said: "Thorn would never recognize you in that rig." ";. or you," Old King Brady laughed. "Do you know how to get into the gambling den?" "Oh, yes. I've been there before, searching for c and know the password demanded by the doorkeeper." "You'd better post me, if we are to enter separately." "Knock three times, and when the panel in the opens,'' said Old King Brady, "you have only to say t man 'B C D.' He will admit you.'' "Why those letters?" "1:hey are the owner's initials." "I see." They finally reached Thirty-eighth street and turned The cab pulled up before the door of a white stone bu ing. Old King Brady alighted, and the cab drove off. Going around the hlock, Pat returned the building, when Harry got out he saw no sign of his partner. "Must have gone in,'' the boy commented. "Shall I come afther yez ?" asked the driver. "There's no telling when we'll come out again, Pat." "Very well, sor. That's what Mr. Thorn said, too.'' Harry paid him liberally. When the vehicle was gone the boy gained ingress to handsome gambling resort by doing as his partner diet A liveried negro admitted him to a quiet, dimly lit the floor, walls and decorations of whic!J. were elegant. Harry was at a loss where to go to find the gaming ta but fortunately for him the negro just then said: "Coat room on de second flo', now, sah." "Thank you," replied the boy. "I thought it had changed." 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./ THE BRA DYS AXD THE CHIN 25 The sounds convinced him that the games were going on 1 He observed that Thorn had lost every dollar he had, and in these rooms, and he went on to the coat room upstairs. made the charge in a fit of chagrin and desperation before It was in charge of a negro. he had to drop out of the game from sheer lack of funds. Leaving his hat, coat and gloves there, Harry went down A quiet smile crossed the detective's face. stairs and pushed open one of the doors. "I never cheat," he exclaimed reprovingly. "You are ex-A glare of light almost blinded ltim. cited." Becoming accustomed to it, he glanced around and passed "And I say you did cMat !"hissed Thorn, emphatically in. "Cool off, my friend-cool off." The boy found himself in a pair of saloon parlors thronged "No, I won't. I want my money back." with men dressed in height of fashion. There was a stack of bank notes amounting to several Many were gambling at the various tables, others were thousands of dollars lying upon the table before Old King strolling about, watching the play of those who were occuBrady pi.ed, and a few were drinking at a massive buffet, presided It represented his winnings. over by another negro. The sight of so much money, and the knowledge of his The furnishing of the room was grand and expensive in own poverty and urgent need of cash made Thorn wild. the extreme He reached out his band and grasped the pile Furniture of gold, upholstered in the richest tapestries, was scattered about. Magnificent carpets deadened the foot steps; elegant velvet and damask draperies hung with the rarest laces at the windows, and bTOcaded satins covered the walls. There were marble busts and statues of immense value on pedestals and in niches, oil paintings worth a colossal for tune adorned the of the walls beside the great plate glass mirrors, ancl the gilt chandeliers of enormous size twinkled with electric bulbs. Everything here was on a scale of magnificence that eclipsed the homes of many millionaires, for the patrons of the place were chiefly men of greaf means. Harry'looked around for his partner He finally located him, sitting at a table with several players ngaged at a game of draw poker. Chips were not used, as the players preferred to put up their money. Harry approached the table to look on. When he reached it every nerve in his body began to tingle when he noticed that one of the players was Fred Thorn. He was steadily losing, dnd a huge heap of bank notes was tea
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26 THE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. What?'' "The murder of George Remington !" "It's an infamous lie !" "Perhap s you won' t think we are fooling now.'' As Harry spok e he took off hi s fal s e mus tache. Thorn s hot one startled .glanc e at him and groaned: "Harry Brady !" "At your s ervic e !" s miled the boy, mockingly. For a moment there was a dee p s il e nc e Thorn, in a cold sweat, was panting hard and wondering how he was going to defeat the d e tectiv es. Just then a door opened and a man peered into the room from th e hall and saw his predicament. It was Wah. Thorn saw him. "Help me! he cried despairingly. The Chinaman made a motion to him and vanished. Neith e r of the Bradys had seen the Chinaman, as he was behind th e ir backs w.he n he opene d the door. You n e edn' t appeal for help s aid Harry. "You won't get any." "Is that man Old King Brady?" demanded Thorn. "I am," replied the old d et e ctiv e for hims e lf. "What a blind fool I was for not s u s p e cting it,' bitterly said the prisoner. "I should hav e known your voic e." "You couldn't, as I di s guised it,' blandly answered the old manhunter. "We've got you s af e now." All the gamblers in the room who remained were interested listeners to this dialogue. It gave them to und e rstand that they were in no danger, as the detectives evidently wanted no one but the man they held. The officers bad put away their revolvers. Old King Brady now took Thorn's weapon away from him, for he was linked to Harry's wrist with the handcuff. The villain was helpless. The proprietor of the gambling den, a flashy individual named Dangerfield, now approached and asked: "What's going on?" "Only an arrest," ex plained Harry. "What did he do?" "Murder." "Outside of here ?" "Yes." "Central Office men?" "No. Secr e t S e rvice." "Are you after us ?" "No, not at pres ent." The gambl e r looked intensely relieved. Finally he a s ked : "Need any h elp?" "Yes. We want a carriage to take him away.'' "I'll have one summoned for you." "Very welV' "Don' t ring me or my place into the case, will you?" "We ain t making any ra s h promi s es." The gambl e r sent an attendant for a vehicle and Harry examined the fetters binding the prisoner to his wrist. It was a strong shackle of steel. HGoing to go quietly, Thorn?" he asked. "May as well," was the moody reply. In a few minutes one of the negroes came in with th detectives' hats and coats, and another entered and said: "Carriage outside, "Come on, Thorn,'' said Young King Brady, movin toward the door. With a sull e n look the prisoner accompanie the detective s He had to go. He could not resist. But he wondered why Sam Wah had not done anything to aid him when he appealed for assistance. Down at the door was a carriage. The driver s huge collar was upturned, and his hat wa pulled down over his eyes, and be asked the detectives gruffiy: ''Where to?" "Secret Service headquarters,'' Harry answered. They hastily entered the carriage with their prisoner slammed the door shut, and were driven down town. During the ride the detectives said nothing to their pris oner, as they were occupied with their thought s The shades were drawn down, at Thorn's reque s t. A long ride followed. Finally they heard the driver shout something. The carriage suddenly stopped. Descending from his box, the driver opened the dooT. "Out!" he exclaimC(l. The light of a street lamp fl.ashed on bis face. "Thunder!" roared Old King Brady. "'rhe driver is Sa Wah!" "What does this mean?" gasped Harry, in amazement. They alighted with the prisoner and glanced around. To their amazement they found that. instead of bavin been driven to headquarters, they were now in the heart o Chinatown, and the carriage was surrounded by a big mob o scowling Mongolians CHAPTER XVI. WINGING A CHIN.AMAN. The Bradys realized at once that they had fallen into trap. It occurred to them that Dangerfield's darkey had ar ranged with Sam Wah to drive th e carriag e so an attemp could be made to r e scue Fre d Thorn from their clutches. The :Mongolian driver had seen a gang of Chinamen, an called on them for ass i s tanc e ere s topping the vehicle. There were fifty of th e m s urrounding the officers, and were armed, "We've been trick e d Thi s ain't Secret Service headquart ers. It's Chinatmrn,'' said Harry, to whom the prisoner w handcuffed. "How in thunder doef:t it happen that Sam Wah is drivi our carriage?" Old King Brady demanded as he glared the grim face of the Mongolian. "Is Dangerfield ringing with Thorn ?"

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J THE BRADYS AND THE CHIN AMEN. 27 ''Looks like it," Harry answered The prisoner took in the situation at a glance. As a matter of fact, he was as much amazed as the Bradys were, for he did not know until then how his Chinese friend was trying to aid him to get away from the detectives. But he saw that he was receiving aid. Handcuffed to Harry, he could not help himself any, however, and he had to remain a passive witness to all that followed. Sam Wah said something to the mob. He had barely finished speaking, however, when a big coat was suddenly flung over Old King Brady's head by some one in the crowd standing behind him. The old detective made an effort to get rid of the en cumbrance and to pull his revolver from his pocket. Before he could free himself, however, several pairs of hands grasped him, the coat was held tightly over his head, and he was knocked down upon the pavement. Here a dozen :lf.ongolians pounced upon him, and despite the violence of his struggle!.', he could not get free from their grip. In a moment more he felt them lift him up from the ground, and he was carried struggling into the nearest house. Harry had seen what was happening to hi partner. It infuriated the boy. He made an attempt to aid his friend. Thorn then gripped him by the free wrist. As Young King Brady only had one hand he could use, he oon found that Thorn's clutch disabled him. He began to struggle to shake off Thorn's hold. It was useless, however, for in a few moments some one ealt him a cowardly blow on the head that felled him senseess. An hour afterward the boy recovered his senses. He was in the dark. Thorn was no longer with him. The handcuff was cut from Harry's wrist with a file. \Yell knowing he was a prisoner in the hands of his ene ies, he was astonished to .find that the Chinamen had not ed. him. Both his hands and feet were free. He arose, and glancing around in the gloom, he listened, nd tried to find out where he was located. Not a sound met his ears. "Where can Old King Brady be?" he thought. "That ang of Chinks must have rescued Thorn, as he is a member f their secret order." Holding out his hands, he attempted to walk across the ard floor he trod on, when a near-by voice suddenly de anded: "Who's that?" Harry paused. "Hello," he replied. "Who are you?" ''Why-is that you, Harry?" "By Jove, it's Old King Brady!" "So it is. Where are we, anyway?" "I'm blest if I know. Are you free?" ''Yes." "So am I." "We must be in a cellar, Harry." "Didn't you see where we were taken?'' "No. Th held a cloth over my head when they picked me up and carried me away. Were you hurt in the scuffi.e ?" "Somebody knocked me senseless. I've only just revived." "Got Thorn wiih you, of course?" "No. The handcuff was cut from my wrist, and he's missing." "I suppose this was done to rescue him." "Of course it was. The evidence is before us." "It was evidently a put-up job between Dangerfield'!; man and Sam Wah to save Thorn. It's of no use to worry our minds over how it was done. We've seen the result. Our present anxiety must be to get out 0 this with a whole skin. Got a match?" Harry felt in his pockets. "Yes, here's one," he replied. "Well, I've got my lantern yet in the pocket of my clothes under this dress suit. 'l'he Chinamen have emptied my outer pockets, but didn't seem to suspect I had on another suit be neath this one. 'rhat's probably why they failed to get my lantern and my revolver." ,, "I've got my gun, too." :t l "We are lucky. Light the match." Harry complied and the dark lantern was ignited. Flashing its rays around, Old King Brady observed that they were in a sort of vault with brick walls, a wooden floor and a plastered ceiling ten feet overhead. "There's no staircase," commented the old "but there's a trap door in the ceiling down through which they Evidently lowered us." "And there's no qoor in any of the walls," said Harry. "See if you can push up the trap above." "How am I to reach it?" "Climb upon my shoulders." He planted himself beneath the door, and Young King Brad y went up on his back and stood upright upon his shoulders. The boy could thus easily reach the trap. He reached upward and pushed with all his might against the trap, but failed to budge it an inch. It was evidently secured on the other side. "Can't do anything with it!" he exclaimed at length. "Sure?" demanded the old detective, disappointedly. "Certain," the boy answer"ed as he descended. "Our case must be serious." "I can't see that we can do anything to help ourselves." They talked the matter over for some time, and :finally concluded to wait for some move on the part of their enemies. A careful examination of the walls failed to show them the slightest means of escape from their gloomy prison. To save the oil they put out the light. Hours passed by, and they took turns at sleeping. Morning came, but brought no sign of their captors. The Bradys became restless and nervous. Some of the time was passed in conversation, but most of it was spent gloomily consillcring their predicament.

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28 THE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. With the arrival of midday the pangs of hunger assailed them. "Going to leave us here to starve to death," Old King Bracry finally concluded. "I'm hungry and thirsty." "I've been haunted by that fear all the morning," replied the boy. The long, dreary day passed, and night fell on the city. About ten o'clock they heard some one on the trap door, and it suddenly opened and a light gushed down. "Some one coming at last !" muttered Old King Brady. "I'll give them a surprise !" Harry muttered, drawing his pistol. For a few moments there was a deep silence. Then a Chinaman's head slowly and cautiously was poked over the edge of the opening, and they observed that it was Sam Wah. "Hay-o, Blady !" he cried, peering down. "That you, Sam Wah?" replied Harry. "Yep. Me tellee somefling. Yo' soon cloak; no food, alle sam' ." "Did Thorn have us put here?" "Sure. Pletty soon yo' die, an' he safe enough den." "What brought you here?" "Me? Oh, jes' see yo' not dead yet." "Old King Brady is in a bad way." "Where he ?" "Back here in this corner. See him?" habee Sam leaned far over the edge, in an incautious moment, to gain a better view of the old detective. As quick as a flash Harry shot the Chinaman in the shoulder. He gave a wild yell, lost his balance and pitched into the cellar, landing on the floor in a heap near the detectives. "Got him!" chuckled Harry. "Any more of them up there?" "I guess not." "Then here's our chance to get out of here. Get up on my shoulder again, cling to the edge of the trap with your hands, and I'll climb up your body, get on the floor above, pull you up, and we'll leave Sam here a prisoner until we can cart him away." CHAPTER XVII. SAM WAH COMES TO GRIEF. "Hark What's that?" "Footsteps on the floor above." "See any one e lse in this cellar?" "It's a wonder my shot and his yell were not heard,'' s Harry. "Had they been," Old King Brady replied, "the Celestia above might have come down. In fact, as no one has put an appearance to investigate the noise, it's fair to assume tha nobody heard the racket. We're on the road to escape now and we'd better not run any cJ:iances. to jeopardize our hopes. "Wait and listen for a few minutes." They kept silent for a quarter of an hour. they could hear Sam swearing, groaning and yell ing, but his voice was so smothered that there was very littl probability of anybody else hearing it. Convinced at last that no one would disturb them, Harr said: "We can venture up those stairs in the corner now." "Keep your gun ready for use." "Say, have you got the money you won in Dangerfield' which made Thorn so frantic that he falsely accused you cheating, so he could take it away from you?" "Every cent "How was it our captors didn't get it?" "Simply because I hid it in my pockets underneath th dress suit." "Then practically our worst misfortune was to lo Thorn." "Nothing else, save a few dollars and other trifles, besid our loss of food, sleep and\ime,'' said Old King Brady wit a smile. They stole over toward the stairs. Up they went as quietly as two shadows. Reaching the top, they cautiously pushed open a door, a peering out, observed the rear room of a tea store. It contained some tables apd chairs, occupied by a numb of Chinamen who were playing fantan. The Chinese are the most imeterate gamblers in the worl As the 1game they were playing is prohibited by law, th are obliged to conceal it as much as they hide their opiu smok ing. Harry counted fully twenty of the yellow fiends in Gl room, and noted with what intense avidity they were playin It occurred to the boy that the reason they had not hea the pistol shot and yells in the cellar was because they we so intensely absorbed in the game they paid no heed to an thing else "It's some of the bunch who tackled us in the street," t young detective whisper ed. "We must give them a sudden and effective scare, then g out in the midst of their excitement," replied the old det tive "Not a sou l except ourselves, Old King Brady." "Name your plan." The detectives had reached the cellar above the vault and "Use your gun an(! voice." found a lamp there which Sam Wah had set on the floor. "Hit them?" It was an ordinary cellar, filled with rubbish. "No; it isn't Down in the vault the wounded Chinaman began to yell, "Start the ball rolling." and fearing his voice might be heard, Harry slammed down Old King Brady struck the door with a violent crash t the trap door I sent it flying open, and rushed i.r,tto the room yelling: That smothered the sound completely "Give it to them. Fire a volleir !" 1

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THE BRADYS A N D THE CHINAMEN. 2 9 ''Let her go!" replied Harry, following him "We'll stam pede them l" Then they blazed away with their pistols, sending shot after shot, and the whistling bullets smashed the lamp chim neys and window panes, knocked down the tin canisters, and in an instant there was such a furious din gotng on that the Chinese gamblers were horrified. At the first note of alarm they ceased playing. Then they sprang to their feet and glared around. Seeing the prisoners escaping, armed with revolvers, and hearing the furious fusilade of shots, made them think they were going to get killed. Next a panic seized them A wild rnsb for the exits was made. With a jargon of strange cries, upsetting the furniture, and never pausing to give battle, the whole cowardly crew fled. After them rushed the detectives. The crack! bang! of their busy revolvers kept the crowd going with a frantic rush, and they drove them into the street Here the Chinamen scattered. Off they ru hed in different directions, every one so terror stricken that they never pmrned until they were concealed from the view of their aweinspiring pursuers Once out of the store the d etectives paused Firing the few remaining shots over the heads of the Mongolians to keep them moving, they glanced at the build ing Ifwas an old structure in Mott street. The noise of the men and weapons aroused the whole neighborhood, and brO'Ught a number of white men and policemen to the scene. Observing two men in full dress suits standing in the mid dle of the street firing pistols at. the Chinamen made every one believe that a couple of drunken swells were on the ram page It never dawned on any one's mind that they were a pair of detectives endeavoring to save their lives. One of the polict'men rushed up to them, yelling angrily: "Hey, you fellers, stop that, or I'll run you in !" "Will you?" cried Old King Brady. "Well, you won't. 1foreover, you'll draw your own gun and stand guard over the door of that shebang until we go in again and pull out a prisoner we've got in there. Just cast your eye on these detective badges, and be convinced of our identity, old man. t Call your friends, for we're in need of help at once. You might send for an ambulance, toq, as our man is wounded." The policeman laughecl and peered into their faces. "I see,'' he r e mark ed, altering his demeanor, "you're the radys." He spoke to the rest. The detective s re-enter ed' the store. Finding a ladder, they ca;rried it down into the cellar. The lamp was still burning there, and they opened the ap, and lowering the 1D;dd61rr' they went down to Sam Wah He was in a great stateof3excitement Although he only had a flesh wound, he imagined it was going to kill him, and it made him very weak. "Poo' Sam Wah!" he kept whining. "Soon die, allee samee." "We'll fetch you to the hospital and have you cured i f )10u will tell us where we can find Fred Thorn,'' said Harry. "Me git better?" eagerly asked the Chinaman. "Yes, under medical treatment. You'll soon get well if we send you to the hospital. But if you don't t e ll us where. Thorn is, why, we'll leave you here to die like a dog!" "No leavee !" implored Sam, quickly. "Then you'll tell ?" "So be. He gone home to-night Makee glirl mally he, :lo' sure, or she dlop inee liver fl.om boat likee ole man." "When did he go there ?" "Half hour ago. ''We must get right up there,'' hurriedly said Old King Brady, with a worried look upon bis face. "That opium fiend will surely try to carry out his plan now, thinking we are out of his way forever As we knqw Dolly Remington absolutely won't marry the villain, it' s safe to say Thorn will r' try to murder her in order fo inherit her money." "You go up, and I'll take care of this chap "Very well. C?me-we'll get him out of here." ,,, They carried him up out of the sub-cellar to the street, and found 6n ambulance just dashing up with a furious rillging of its gong. The police were keeping back the enormous crowd that gathered, and the surgeon examined Sam Wah. His wound was dressed, and when Harry explained all the circumstances he was put in the wagon, and accompanied by Young King Brady, was whirled rapidly away. They put him in the prison ward of the hospital, and Harry sent for Ah Sing, the court int e rpreter. A plot was hatched between them to wring a confession from Sam W ab by playing upon hi s fears. The doctors were taken into their confidence They then approached Sam, and the doctor exami ned him and 'pretended that he was going to die unless he did as he was told. Then the interpreter got at him. Sam was worked up into a nervous frenzy. Having gotten him into this state, they gave him the alter native of confessing about the murder of George Remington or being left to perish. Eager to ,,sa.ve his life at any cost, the terrified Chinaman quickly ,.o6'nsented to making a written confession. It was done. And when Harry l eft t:he hospita l he had evidence enough in his pocket to convict Fred Thorn of the atrocious murder of his stepfather. CHAPTER XVIII. CONCJ,USION Old King Brady went out into Chatham square, hired a

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I 3G THE BRADYS AND THE CHINAMEN. cab, and rode up to the Remington residence on Twenty seventh street. There he dismissed the vehicle. Glancing up a't the house, he observed a light in the parlor window, but when he peered in no one met his view. He was tempted to ring for admittance, but another idea flus hed across his mind, and he went around to the rear. "I'll get in the back parlor window unannounced," he t hought, "and if Thorn is inside I'll catch him unawares. If ,he isn't there, and I meet Dolly, she won't object to what I'm doing." Reaching the back shed, he climbed upon it. Lifting the winddw sash, he quietly stepped into the room. This was Iiardly accomplished when he heard voices raised to an excited pitch coming from upstairs. Old King Brady listened. "You clear out of here!" he heand Dolly exclaim angrily. "I won't !" cried the familiar voice of Thorn, in ugly accents. "You refuse to wed me, but that won't baffle my plans." "Fred, l'Ye told you I hate you for killing my father." "But I didn't. The detectives lied." -"' ''N-0,110 You can't d eceive me." "I tell you--" "Silence, you villain. I'm going to have you arrested!" "Bah You can do nothing. Since you won't to reason, I'll take the law into my own hand s--" "I'm going to call out the window for the police." "I'll kill you i you dare !" There sounded the rush of footsteps, then there came a hoarse, stifled shriek fJ;om the girl, and Old King Brady made a rush to get up into the library to her assistance. "Let go of me !" he heard Dolly cry. "Not till I throw you out the wind ow!" hissed the man. "People will think you died by accident, and I'll get your money anyhow." "Yes, that's all you wanted." "It is. Stop struggling--" "Help!" "There's no one here to hear you." "Fred Fred! Stop-you are crazy--" To !" yelled the villain. "I'm determined. I've fought lard for the money, and every other means ailed, and the police are afte r me with strong suspicions of my guilt. With money I can combat them. You-only you-stand between me and that fortune. I'll have it, too. Dolly Remington, you are doomed !" Again the girl cried out. Just then Old King Brady rushed into the room. He saw Thorn trying to push the struggling girl out through the open window with one hand, while with the other he held a vice-like grip on her white throat. "Stop, you dog shout e d the detective, as he rushed forward toward the s truggling pair. Thorn saw him and fairly yelled in tones of horror: "It's Brady !" "Release that girl !" roared the detective. And hauling off he dealt the man a crushing blow in the face with his fist that sent Thorn reeling. Dolly fell to the floor in a faint. A terrific struggle ensued between them. The villain fought with the strength of despair, but he was no match f9r the powerful old detective. The battle for supremacy only lasted a few minutes be tween them ere Old King Brady got Thorn at his mercy and handcuffed him. When the girl was revived the detective took his prisoner away and had him locked up in the nearest jail. On the following day Harry showed his partner W ah' s confession, and to settle the case they went to China town and succeeded in arrei;;ting most. of the Chinamen impli cated in the Remington murder case. 'l'horn was put on trial for the murder. He made an effort to establish an alibi he had manufactured, but the evidence of Pat disproved it. Then Sam Wah's confession was produced, and the China man testified that Thorn was known to the Chinese as Kwan Su .. Hop Chow and Jim Kee turned on him and helped to con vict him. In short, such clear ana direct evidence of his guilt was produced that he was quickly proven guilty. He was executed. Sam "'ah and the rest of the yellow fiends opium joints were sent to prison for long terms. Mr. Remington's body was recovered from the river and was buried with the head, after which his will was executed. Dolly inherited his orLunc. The Bradys had imt her under such deep and lasting. obli gations that she ever after looked upon them as her best friends. The great detectives did not remain idle long after they had brought that case to a successful finish. Our next number will contain an account of the new c se they were assignecl to, and we tr11st it may please our readers. THE END. Read "THE BRADYS AND THE PRETTY SHOP GIRL; OR, THE GRAND STREET MYSTERY," which will be the next number ( 107) 0 "Secret Service." I SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers 0 this week l y are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from a n y . newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps b y mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receiv,e the cop i you order by return mail.

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,These Books Tell You Everything! A COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR !NCYCLOPEDIAI Each book consists of sixty-four pages, printed on good paper, in clear type and neatly bound in an attractive, illustrated cover. Most of the books are also profusely illustrated, and all of the subjects treated upon are explained in such a simple manner that any child can thoroughly understand them. Look over the list as classified and see if you want to know anything about the subjects m.entioned. THESE BOOKS ARE FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL BE SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM THIS OFFICE ON RECEIPT OF PRICE, TEN CENTS EACH, OR ANY THREE BOOKS FOR TWENTY-FIVE CENTS. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS l\iONE Y. Address FU .ANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N. Y. SPORTING. r No. 21. HOW TO HUN'!' AND FISH.-The most complet e hunting and fishing guide ever published. It contains' full in atructions about guns, hunting dogs, traps, trapping and fishing, together with descriptions of game and fish. 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SECRET SERVICE OLD AND YOUNG KING BRADY, OE' rECTIVES. PRICE 5 CTS. 32 PAGES. COLORED COVERS. 1 The Wac k !:land : or, '.rhe Two King Bradys Against a Hard Gang. :>6 '.rhe Bradys and the Opium Dens; or, Trapping the An Interesting Detective Story. Chinatown. 2 Told tty the 'l'icker; or, The Two King Bradys oii a Wall Street ii7 The Bradys Down East; or, The Mystery of a Country To'i\_\iilllllll I Case ii8 Working for the Treasury; or, The Bradys an he Bank .. 3 'l'he l:lradys After a Million; or, Their Chase to Save an Heiress. r.tl The Brndys' Fatal Clew; or, A Desperate Oam for Gold. 4 'l' h e Bradys' Great Blutr; or, A Bunco Game that t railed to Work. 60 Shadowing the Sharpers; or, The Bradys' $10, Deal. 5 In and Out ; or, '.Che Two King Bradys on a Lively Chase. 61 'rhe Bradys and the U 'lrebug; or, J,'ound In the lames. 6 '.rhe l:lrad y s Hard Fight: or, After the Pullman Car Crooks. 62 The Bradys In T exas; or, The Great Ranch Ml 7 Case Numbe r 'l'en; or, The Bradys and the Private Asylum Fraud. 63 The Bradys on the Ocean; or, The Mystery o m 8 The Bradys' Silent S earc h ; or, '!'racking the Dear and Dumb Gang. 64 The Ilrndys and the Office Boy; or, Working Up a Busln9 The Maniar Doctor; or, Old and Young King Brady In Peril. 65 The Bradys In the Backwoods; or, The Mystel"1 of the 10 H e ld at !:lay ; or, The Bradys ou a Bailling Case. Camp. rct 11. Mi s s Myste ry, the Girl from Chicago; or, Old and Young King 66 Ching F'oo, the Yellow Dwarf; or, The Bradys and t Brady oo a Dark '.!;rail. Smokers. 12 The Bradys' D eep Game; or, Chasing the Society Crooks. 67 The Rradvs' Still Hunt; or, 'l'he Case that was Won b_y 13 Hop L ee tile Chinese Slave Dealer; or, Old and Young. King Brady 68 Caught by the Camera; or, The Bradys and the Girl frO and the Opium Fiends. 69 The Bradys In K entucky; or, Tracking .i !\fountain Ga 14 The Bradys in the Dark; or, The Hardest Case of All. 70 The :liarked Bank Note; or, The Bradys Below the Deat 15 The Que e n of Diamonds; or, '.rbe .rwo King Bradys' Treasure Case. 71 The Bradys on Deck; or, The Mystery or the Private \ 16 '.rhe Bradys on Top; or, '.rhe Great River Mystery. 72 The Bradys In a Trap; or, Working Against a Hard G 17 '.rh e Mlssine; Engineer; or, Old and Young King Br.idy and the 73 Over the I,Ine; or, The Bradys' Chase 'l'hrough CB.1'.'ada. Lightning Express. 74 The Brad:vs In Sodet,v; or, 'l'he Case of Mr. Barow. 18 The Bradys' Fight l"or a Life ; or, A Mystery Hard to Solve. 7ii The Bradys In the Slums ; 01, Trapping tbe Crooks of l 9 'l'h e Bradys' Best Case; or, Tracking the mver Pirates. Light District." 20 The J,'oot In tile I'rog; or, Old and Young King Brady and the 76 l<'ound In the River; or, The Bradys and the B Mystery of the Owl Train. !llystery. 21 The Bradys Luck; or, Working Against Odds. 77 The Bradys and the Mlsshrg Bo": OI', Running Down t 22 The Bradys Battl e d ; or, In Search of .the Green Goods Men. Thieves. :.!3 'l'h e Opium Iiing; or.L '! 'be Bradys' Great Chinatown Case. 78 The Queen of Chinatown; or, The Bradys Among the H 24 'l'he Bradys In Wail :::itreet: or, A Plot to Steal a Million. 79 The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler; or, Working tor 2ii From Boston; or, Old and Young Kin,g4Jrady on a Peculiar 80 and tbe Runaway Boye: or. Shadowing 26 '.rhe Bradys and the Shoplifters; or, Hard Work on a Dry Goods Sharps". Case. 81 The Bradys and the Ghosts ; or, Solving the M111tel'J' 27 Zig Zag the Clown; or, The Bradys' Great Circus Trail. Church Yard. 28 The Bradys Out West; or, Winning a Hard Case. 82 The Bradys and the Brokers; or, A Desperate Game ID 20 After the liidnappe t'S; or, The Bradys on a 1''alee Clue. 83 The Bradys' Fight to a Finish: or, Winning a Desperat 30 Old and Young King Brarl:vs llattle; or, Bound to Win ..Their Case. 84 The Rrndys' Race for Life; or, Rounding Up a Tongh T 31 The Bradys' Race Track job; or, Crooked Work ,Among Jockeys. 85 'l' h e Bradys' Last Chance; or, The Case In the Dark. 32 Found In the Bay; or, '.rhe Bradys on a Great Murder Mystery. 86 The Bradys on the Rosd; or, The Strange Case of a D 33 The Bradys in Chicago; or, l:!olving the l\lysterr of the r,ake F'ront. 87 The Girl 1n Black; or, The Bradys Trapping a Conftden 34 'l'he Bradys' Great Mistake; or, Sh11dowlng the Wrong Man. 88 The Bradys In Mulberry Bend : .or, The Roy Slaves of "LI 35 The Bradys and the Mall Myste1y; or, Working for the Government. 89 The Bradys Battle ,for Life: or, The .Keen Deteetlvetf 36 'l'he Bradys Down South; or, The Great Pianta_tlon Mystery. Peril. 37 The House In the l:!wamp; or, The Bradys' Keeqest Work. d th M d Do t Tb Haunt"" 38 The Kno<'k out-Drops Gang; or, 'l'he Bradys' Rlsy Venture. 90 The Bradys an e a c or; or, e "" 39 The Bradys' Close Shave; or Into the Jaws of Death. Marsh. R II A !If t f th JI htal 40 The Bradys" Stai Case; or. Working for Love al_!gJ Glory. 91 The Bradys on the a : or, ys ery 0 e g 41 The In 'l<'ilaco ; or, A Three Thousand M.ic\e Hunt. 92 The Bradys and the Spy; or, Working Agains t the Pol 42 .. the Express Thieves; or, Tra ng the ;' i:. 43 Dradys' Hot Chase ; or, After the Horse Stealer& 95 Tile Bradys Beyond Their Depth ; or, The Great Swamp 44 The Bradys' Great Wager; or. '.rbe Qu een of Little Monte Carlo. 96 The Bradys' Hopeless Case; or, Against Plain Evidence. 4.5 The Braftys' Double Net; or, Catching the Keenest of Criminals. 9 7 The Bradys at the Helm; or, the Mystery of the Rlvei: 8 46 The Man in the Steel Mask; or, The Bradys Work for a Great 98 The Bradys In Washington; or, Working for the Presl :i,ortune. 99 The Bradys Duped; or, The Cunning Work of Clever C 4'i. The Bradys and the Black Trunk; or, Working a 8Uent Clew. 100 The Bradys In Maine; or, Solving the Great C'amp :M 48 Going It Blind; or, .rbe Bradys' Good Luck. 101 The Bradys on the Great Lakes; or, Tracking the CsnMs: 49 The Bradys Balk"d; or, Working up Queer Evidence. 102 The Bradys In Montana; or, The Great Copper Mine 50 Against Big O PRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, BE! IF-YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our Libraries and cannot pro cure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office dirllct. 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