It was the same voice, using the very same words they had heard the night before in West Thirty-sixth street, New York!
"Good gracious! That's queer!" exclaimed Old King Brady, in tones of intense astonishment. "Did you hear it, Harry?"
The boy was thinking.
A startling idea flashed across his mind and he muttered:
"That cry was uttered by the same person we heard in New York, and I'm convinced that it was the man called Albert Reid."
"But he was murdered——"
"You only suppose so. There was circumstantial evidence that he was. But after all he may yet be alive."
This was a startling view to take of the matter.
Old King Brady shot a quick glance at Harry and exclaimed:
"You may be right. The man in the box may not have been dead after all. Perhaps he was alive, under the influence of a drug. The man who drugged us may have drugged him, too, you know.