He stepped into the gloomy vestibule ahead of the undertaker, when Mr. Gloom suddenly struck him in the back with both hands.
The old detective was knocked forward, plunged into the hall and fell upon his hands and knees.
Quick as a flash the undertaker darted back, slammed the door shut, fastened it with a key already in the lock and rushed down the steps.
"Go like fury!" he cried, as he sprang upon the wagon.
But Harry had seen him lock Old King Brady in the house, and was at that moment rushing across the street toward them, crying:
"Stop, you scoundrels, or I'll shoot you!"
He had his pistol in his hand.
The undertaker saw him and whipped a revolver out of his hip-pocket.
"Perdition! There's another of them!" he hissed in tones of alarm.
The next moment he aimed his weapon at Young King Brady and fired.