"Yes—yes."
"Place your hands behind your back."
"Yes."
"Now keep still, or I'll strangle you."
Old King Brady tied the man with his handkerchief and rose.
By the time he got upon his feet, Harry had overpowered Jean and had the bracelets on his wrists.
"Victory!" chuckled the boy.
"Four," said the old detective. "That ain't a bad haul!"
"But the girl has escaped."
"Never mind, Harry. We are well paid for our work."