"There's Mason, now!"
"Very clumsily disguised!" Old King Brady commented.
"If he were not up to some mischief, he would not be so careful to conceal his identity," Harry remarked, drily.
They let the young man get some distance ahead before they ventured out in the street. Then they separated, to avoid attracting special attention.
Mason walked down Eighth avenue to Thirty-fourth street and boarded a horse-car going east. The detectives followed it afoot until they reached Broadway, and at Herald Square they secured a cab.
The chase then became comparatively easy.
Mason rode to the East river before he alighted and finally made his way afoot along the river front until he reached a pier.
The detectives were close behind him, as yet unseen.
Going out on the pier, Mason paused and whistled.
Instantly a man climbed up over the string piece from a rowboat in which sat a solitary individual, close to the piles.