"We can make a stab at it anyway," he said. "I'm wise. It's in the Bronx above Morris' Docks. We'll get up there to-night."
"And now that we are partners, what's your name?" Ed asked.
"You can call me Tom Quee," replied the Chinaman. "That's what I'm generally called."
It was no encouragement on top of this statement that at the same instant there came a loud knocking at the door.
CHAPTER X.
YOUNG KING BRADY IN A BAD WAY.
Old King Brady concluded that the best disposition he could make of what remained of Fen Wix, the informer, was to lower the corpse down again, and this he proceeded to do.
He and Alice then put in a good half hour searching for another secret panel.
They failed to find it.