This man was a chronic kicker. He had been at it right along.
But for the fact that he was also known to be a good fighter, Old King Brady would have dropped him.
Silence and fog!
Such was the situation now.
For fully twenty minutes they remained thus, and the old detective was just about to order a move on to the India Basin when voices were heard at no great distance, speaking in some foreign tongue.
"At last!" breathed Old King Brady. "I told you there would be something doing to-night, boss. Is that Chinese they are talking, Harry?"
"Sounds so."
"Sure it is," added the kicker.
"I'll wake up Alice, then," said the old detective. "This is her job."
We have not mentioned a woman who, wrapped in a heavy shawl, sat half reclining at Old King Brady's feet with her head resting on a corner of the stern seat.