"Well, I know that very well. It's stale news. But I had an object in what I did, and you interfered and foiled me. I didn't do any one much harm, and——"
"You robbed Oliver Dalton and put him out of the way."
"Robbed him?"
"Yes. You pilfered money from the mail."
"How do you know I did?" asked Mason, with a startled look.
"Dalton employed us to expose you, and we'd been at his house on the night you and Johnson were posing in Thirty-sixth street as undertakers."
"The deuce! I didn't know Dalton knew."
"You admit, then, that you did rob his mail?"
"No use denying it now," laughed Mason. "I freely admit that I did get away with thousands of his dollars in that way. No use trying to conceal it. You'll never get out of there alive to prosecute me. And even if you do, you've got enough other evidence against me to send me up as high as a kite."
Despite his peril Old King Brady felt triumphant.