"You have killed her, poor soul!" moaned Alice. "Oh, you yellow fiends!"
CHAPTER VIII.
OLD KING BRADY BLUNDERS AHEAD AS BEST HE CAN.
It was undoubtedly the mildness with which the old detective spoke which influenced the young woman to stand her ground.
"Who are you? What are you doing in this room?" she faltered.
"I might put the same question to you, young woman," Old King Brady replied. "I was a witness to your display of rage against a picture. You must be in love with Dr. Garshaski, then?"
"In love with him!" she cried with a hysterical laugh. "I hate him! I am his wife."
"So? In that case I may as well introduce myself. Did you ever happen to hear him speak of Old King Brady, the detective?"
"Yes; many a time. He also was a detective. He once worked for you in New York."