"Wait. I find heem eef I can."
He hastened from the room and made a search of the hall. Then he quietly passed downstairs and there caught view of the young detective keeping guard outside the street door.
The Frenchman was greatly excited.
He retreated into the hall and went upstairs again, muttering:
"I must geet zat boy een my powair just as queek as possible. So long as ze Bradys ees on my track, I may go to ze preeson at any moment. It makes me nairvous, by gar!"
He took up a position at the head of the stairs, wondering how he could get the best of the detectives.
Convinced that they knew all about his smuggling business and would arrest him at the first opportunity, it made him so desperate that he would not have hesitated to kill both of them.
He had not been standing at the head of the stairs long before he saw Harry glide into the hall as quietly as a shadow.
The boy was becoming impatient over his partner's long absence and made up his mind to find him.
Searching the lower hall, he failed to see anything of Old King Brady and then cautiously made his way upstairs.