Young King Brady was blindfolded and led through passages, up steps and down, in and out until he finally landed in an underground room decently furnished in Chinese style.
There was nothing notable about the room except a handsome gilt scroll hanging against the wall which represented the Chinese dragon. It was really a handsome piece of work.
Here the eye bandage was removed and Harry was left to his own reflections.
They were anything but pleasant, for once again he found himself a prisoner in the secret dens of Pell street.
"But why didn't they take Alice?" he asked himself. "Why was it only me?"
He was soon to learn, if Joe Ding was to be believed, for within an hour the Chinaman came to him alone, unlocking the heavy door behind a pair of portieres which had resisted all Harry's efforts.
He might, indeed, have managed to open it if he had been left his skeleton keys.
But as we should have mentioned, he was searched at the start, and these with his revolver, watch and what money he had about him, were taken away.
The Chinaman locked the door behind him and came forward with a look of mystery on his face.
"I suppose you are feeling very sore toward me, Brady," he said.