She sat in terror, with her face buried in her hands, and when she saw them rush in with drawn pistols, she shrieked:
"Oh, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
"Where did that Savoy girl and the four men go?" sternly asked Old King Brady, glancing around the room.
"Out the back door."
"Into the yard?"
"Yes, sir."
The police began pounding on the front doors just as the Bradys rushed out into the rear yard.
Just as they emerged. Harry saw the figure of Jean disappearing over the back fence and pointing at it, he cried excitedly:
"There they go!"
"After them!" roared Old King Brady.