Her face turned as pale as death, and she sank into a chair, gasping:
"Was my father murdered?"
"Such is our suspicion," replied the old detective, gently.
"But you are not positive of it?"
"No," answered Old King Brady, shaking his head.
"In that case, you may be mistaken."
"Yes. There's some doubt about it."
"Will you kindly tell me what made you believe he was dead?"
"Certainly. Listen. Here's what happened in the past few days."
And he recited all that transpired from the time they first heard that cry for help in Thirty-sixth street, up to the present moment.