"This is a great piece of business, Leggett!" he exclaimed. "We must make haste and get Harry out."
As he said it there came a loud pounding on the door at their left and Alice's voice called:
"Mr. Brady! Oh, Mr. Brady!"
"Well, upon my word!" exclaimed Leggett.
"Alice, are you all right?" cried the old detective with deep anxiety in his tone.
"As right as I can be under the circumstances," replied the voice behind the door, "but they have taken the poor little princess away. This is Garshaski's work. Perhaps you don't know?
"Oh, I know. I had as soon see you in the clutches of the arch fiend himself as in that man's power."
"Yes, he's a fiend, all right, and don't you forget it," replied Alice, "and a yellow one at that. I have a lot to tell you, Mr. Brady, but if Harry needs you, do attend to him first."
"He can wait. Patience a moment. I have unbolted the door. I shall soon find a key to fit."
The old detective was trying his skeletons and in a moment he had the door open.