"Yes, sir. I also got them a Health Board permit for small-pox, so they could remove their relative's body. The party died of small-pox."
That satisfied the Bradys to the means the abductors employed to personate the undertaker and carry out their plot.
The officers next went to the Union Club and made an effort to secure the telegram which brought Mr. Dalton from the clubhouse the night he was summoned away and vanished from view.
The steward found it in the rubbish-basket and gave it to them.
The message was worded as follows:
"Oliver Dalton: Meet me secretly, nine to-night, in house No. — West Thirty-sixth street, about mail robberies.
Old King Brady."
Here was a startling surprise for the detectives.
"Did you send that message?" asked Harry, of his partner.
"No. It's a forgery!" declared the old detective.