But although he would not admit it, he did think it was Harry just the same.
They kept on pulling, and in a moment the strain was over.
The thing which came up at the end of the rope was, indeed, a human body.
But it was not Young King Brady.
The old detective and Alice found themselves gazing upon the ugly face of Fen Wix.
The rope was tight around his neck—the old man was dead.
"Thank heaven! Not Harry!" gasped Alice.
"I told you so," replied Old King Brady. "Well, well! These Chinese make quick work. And such is the fate of our informer!"